Day 68

Your house is lovely, not perfect but just the right combination of messy and neat.
You've lived here for a fair while, long enough to notice small differences.
The differences were small at first.
Small, dark stains appeared in the hallway
You tried mould remover, bleach, a new coat of paint and they were still there.
You gave up, you can always claim its a pattern.

The stains began to grow.
You couldn't stop them from growing.
You couldn't scrape them off.
You didn't know who to call.
You decided to wait it out, if all else fails your walls will be dark blue.
That's not so bad, right?

The stains are almost as tall as you.
If you squint they look like a person's outline.
You count them, they don't seem to be multiplying.


They look very much like an outline now.
They have grown arms and defined legs.
When you stare at them you get the feeling they are staring back.



They are moving now, slowly swaying from side to side.
They make a faint whooshing noise.
It grows louder by the day.





They are walking around the house now, bending down to look at things.
You saw one snatch your keys and lock your door.
It still has your keys, you can see their dark outline.





They are beckoning you now,they have you surrounded.
You stand in the middle of your living room, they point upwards.
Your lights are flickering, you dread to think what will happen when they go out.