bogoshipdayo

They’re in the walls. The bumps in the walls. I can see them. No one else can. They live inside the walls, they crawl and slither around, they follow me wherever I go. A big as my head, these bumps, traveling through the walls. They’re always there. Whispering. Laughing. Plotting. I remember the first time I saw them. Few years ago, can’t remember exactly. The days blur together now. I remember I had my friends over. We had been drinking and watching a movie on my tiny TV. Eating cheap, greasy pizza. I saw them poke out of the wall behind the TV. I gasped. At first, I thought I had just drank a bit too much alcohol