Madness
He’d bought this house mere months before.
Now…
There was an incessant buzzing that he couldn’t locate the source of in his room. He’d done everything but tear the plaster apart to locate the bothersome hum.
He couldn’t sleep, and the couch in the den was more of the same, because the springs from the worn out cushions jabbed him in the back all night.
The floor was no better, so he resigned himself to dealing with the buzzing–at least his bed was comfortable.
Sleep was a fleeting dream, and exhaustion was starting to weigh heavily upon him.
I should just get a hotel room and call someone out…
He discarded the thought almost as quickly as it entered his head. His savings were depleted. The repairs on this old place ran him far more than than he had anticipated.
So he stayed…
A prisoner in his own house…
The buzzing refused to relent…
Two days later he could no longer sleep nor eat. His mind was consumed with the buzzing.
He had had enough!
He stormed out to the backyard shed, threw open the door, heaved the rusted ax onto his shoulder, and he was determined to find and stop the sanity stealing noise.
He hacked blindly at the wall behind his bed and the buzzing grew louder as he chopped.
Disgusting black flies poured out of the hole and swarmed into the room. He gagged as he continued to swing the ax.
Suddenly…
The wall cracked open and a leaking and decaying body fell onto his bed.
His eyes popped open from the horror, he vomited in shock, and fell to the floor as the world closed in around him.
He moved into a house of horrors and now there was no chance to escape.
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