One autumn evening, I found myself home alone with my little cousin, Lily, while her mom went to the store. It was a typical day, and I hadn’t yet taken a shower. I told Lily that I’d be back in 30 minutes and headed for the bathroom. As I stepped into the shower, I could never have anticipated the bizarre events that would unfold.
About 10 minutes into my shower, I was interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door bursting open. Lily stood there, her tiny frame shaking, tears streaming down her face. She was crying hysterically, and I could barely make out her words through her sobs. She said something that sent a shiver down my spine: “The walls, they’re talking to me.”
Confused and concerned, I quickly turned off the water, wrapped myself in a towel, and knelt down to comfort Lily. I asked her what the walls had said to her, and her response left me both astonished and disturbed. In her innocent voice, she whispered, “They called you a bad word, a really bad one.” I was taken aback, knowing that Lily had never been exposed to vulgar language, as our family made sure to maintain a wholesome environment around her.
Determined to investigate, I put on some clothes and led Lily downstairs to the living room. There, I stood before the wall that had whispered those offensive words to her. With a hint of both annoyance and disbelief, I playfully scolded the wall, as if it were a misbehaving child. “Bad wall,” I said, giving it a light pat. “Now, what are they saying?”
Lily hesitated for a moment before replying, “Now they’re laughing at you, like a bunch of mean kids.” The words chilled me to the bone, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease wash over me.
Since that day, I moved out of that house, leaving it in the care of my sister, Emily. She claimed not to have experienced any strange occurrences and found the story rather amusing. However, despite her reassurances, I couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that lingered in that house, and I refused to set foot inside again.
The mystery of the talking walls remains unsolved, a haunting memory that has stayed with me throughout the years, leaving me to wonder about the secrets hidden within those whispering walls.