The Eye in the Walls

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The Eye in the Walls

My little brother loved to draw. Not just the usual stick figures and happy suns that most kids sketched—no, his drawings were different. Obsessive. Compulsive. They were always of tentacles, vines, and grasping things. They looped and curled across the margins of his schoolbooks, his sketchpads, even napkins at dinner.

When our parents bought an old, eerie house on the edge of town, they decided to strip the wallpaper before redecorating. The walls, once bare, were pale and cracked, whispering with the ghosts of old paint. And, as a reward for behaving while they worked, they let my brother draw on the walls before the wallpaper went up.

At first, it seemed innocent. A bit of fun. He was thrilled, gleeful, running from room to room with markers and charcoal. And then the drawings started spreading.

The looping, grasping tendrils slithered along the walls, twisting into every corner. Jagged branches spiked toward the ceiling, dark vines coiled around doorframes like they were strangling the house itself.

And then, he added the eye…