《Walker of the Walls.》


 Memories.

    My childhood has strange memories, all from my parent''s house¡­


    I remember that there was an empty room where I would sit in, and talk with my imaginary friends, one of them was Walker, we used to talk a lot¡­


    This room was fully painted, with a light sky blue, and cartoon clouds all around it, and I remember that he used the clouds to form other shapes¡­


    I remember that when we first started talking, he''d bend the clouds on the walls to form a mouth, to shape his words out¡­


    Later on, he made eyes out of them, he kept getting better at using the clouds to shape himself as we talked¡­


    And talked we did, about me, my family, my school, my days and nights, dreams and fears¡­


    One day, my mom came by and saw me in the room, she asked whom I was talking to, I said "Walker, my friend", and pointed at him¡­


    He wasn''t where I pointed at, my mom looked confused, maybe with a bit of fear of me being a lunatic, but after that she went away, and Walker came back¡­


    He apologized, and said he was scared of new people, even if I had talked all about my mom and dad to him¡­Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    The next thing I remember, was that Mom decided to send me to stay with my aunt, for a few days¡­


    I didn''t know why, but I did love staying my aunt so I agreed, I told Walker I''d be back in a few days, and not to worry¡­


    I never saw Walker again after that, the door to the room we used to meet was gone after I came back home¡­


    My life kept going, I grew out of imaginary friends, of walker, and of my parents house, this would be my first visit in a few years¡­


    I had stayed in that house for a day, the next morning, I went to a market to buy stuff for my mother, spent a few hours outside, but came back¡­


    Came back to a silent house, no sounds, no words spoken, or even the sound of a wood oven¡­


    My ears were deprived of sounds, but my eyes were filled with a horrible visage¡­


    A trail of blood, from the kitchen, to a door shaped hole in a wall I was certain was solid, a second trail came from the living room into the same hole¡­


    I picked my phone up and used its flashlight to look into the dark room, beyond the door¡­


    I saw the grotesque mangled bodies of my mother and father, embedding themselves into the walls, and a third body, sitting against a wall directly in front of me¡­


    A gray thin human figure¡­


    I remember its words to me, "You never came back, Nathan¡­ you left me to rot¡­"...


    That voice was familiar, Walker¡­ of the Walls, now a real thing¡­


    I ran, called the police¡­ Now I''m here, talking to you doc, from my room of insanity¡­ the walls talking to me¡­


    And how they''ll eat me next¡­


    But I know¡­ I know Walker is still there¡­ waiting for the next family¡­ to find a big farm home in the middle of nowhere, to give him company¡­ to give him flesh.