A house so full of character,
The price so very low,
With the devil in the detail,
Of the things no-one could know.
We thought it was a bargain,
But it turned into a curse,
A deal too good to question,
That would fatefully grow worse,
The first time that she heard it,
She was standing in the hall,
Pointing with a trembling hand,
I clearly heard her call...
"There is something in the wall."
There is nothing in the wall,
I told her, nothing there at all,
Just ancient brick and creaking beams,
Where tiny insects crawl.
She’d sit there in the kitchen,
Looking fightened and withdrawn,
She became a haunted shadow,
That grew darker with each dawn.
She left one Sunday morning,
Packed her bags and took the train,
Her parting words still echoing,
Around my fuddled brain...
"There is something in the wall."
In my rage I grabbed a hammer,
Started pounding on the wall,
Bricks and mortar crumbling,
As tiles began to fall.
But the dust became too heavy,
Choking breath and blinding sight,
Consciousness slipped from my grasp,
As day turned into night.
I awoke to find I couldn’t move,
Entombed in cold hard stone,
A wall of bricks before me,
And behind me the unknown.
I tried to scream but made no sound,
However hard I tried,
Then panic gripped me as I heard,
New voices from outside...
"There is something in the wall."
The price so very low,
With the devil in the detail,
Of the things no-one could know.
We thought it was a bargain,
But it turned into a curse,
A deal too good to question,
That would fatefully grow worse,
The first time that she heard it,
She was standing in the hall,
Pointing with a trembling hand,
I clearly heard her call...
"There is something in the wall."
There is nothing in the wall,
I told her, nothing there at all,
Just ancient brick and creaking beams,
Where tiny insects crawl.
She’d sit there in the kitchen,
Looking fightened and withdrawn,
She became a haunted shadow,
That grew darker with each dawn.
She left one Sunday morning,
Packed her bags and took the train,
Her parting words still echoing,
Around my fuddled brain...
"There is something in the wall."
In my rage I grabbed a hammer,
Started pounding on the wall,
Bricks and mortar crumbling,
As tiles began to fall.
But the dust became too heavy,
Choking breath and blinding sight,
Consciousness slipped from my grasp,
As day turned into night.
I awoke to find I couldn’t move,
Entombed in cold hard stone,
A wall of bricks before me,
And behind me the unknown.
I tried to scream but made no sound,
However hard I tried,
Then panic gripped me as I heard,
New voices from outside...
"There is something in the wall."
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