‘the wall’ horror microfic
(this story is cross-posted to my tumblr at ERaynor1 and my kofi at Griffin Raynor. Links will be in the reblog!)
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Your name is written on the church wall in the dark and cramped attic. You don’t know how it got there or when but you know it is accusing you. You try not to look at it as you bring the last dusty box of hymnals up but it catches your eye insistently nonetheless.
As you stare a little too long you realize the letters were scratched into the paint as if with a nail, perhaps a claw. Your heart swoops and you drop the box on the musty grey carpet, turning and shuffling down the stairs, promising yourself you will never return to the church attic again.