Speaker 1: Welcome to micro Terrors, scary stories for kids where it's
always the spooky season, full of chills, thrills, and spine
tingling spooks. Micro Terrors are family friendly frights for those
ages eight and up, and while our stories are for
younger years, we are still talking about things that go
bump in the night, and some children may not be
able to handle what others can. Parental consent is recommended
now for tonights micro terror.
Speaker 2: The Thing in the Wall by Scott Donnelly. I want
to tell you about the first, and frankly the last
time I ever house sat for anyone. It was a
summer many years ago. I was twelve years old and
looking for a few quick bucks to buy a new
video game that had just been released for the PlayStation two.
I know that probably makes me seem super old to no. Well,
as luck would have it, a friend of my dad's
was going out of town for work for the weekend.
He wasn't married, didn't have any kids or pets, but
he was very protective of his house. He liked the
lights to be off during the day but on at
night in order to ward off any potential trespassers, and
being summertime, he liked the temperature in the house to
remain at a consistent seventy degrees. Knowing I was looking
for a few bucks, my dad's friend offered me a
job for the weekend to house sit for him make
sure these minor things were attended to while he was gone.
I agreed right away and was paid upfront a whopping
one hundred dollars, more than enough to get my game
and have some left over for a late summer spending
spree before school started again. My dad drove me to
the house that Friday night, after his friend had already left.
I hadn't really stayed a whole lot by myself anywhere yet,
but since the house was in a really rural area
with only a few other houses nearby, one or two
of them were still vacant back then, from what I
can recall, he thought I would probably be okay. The
house had a security system, and my dad would be
only a phone call away if I needed anything. So
it began. My dad went home after getting me at
pizza to start my job. I was left alone in
a nice house larger than ours, with a pepperoni pizza,
a two liter of vanilla coke. My PlayStation two and
my brand new game. Well, the game didn't last long.
Not long after I started the epic space Adventure, I
heard thunder in the distance. Within minutes, a storm rolled
in and knocked out the power. I was able to
fish out a flashlight from a junk drawer in the
kitchen and went off to find the breaker box. Not
that I really even knew what I was supposed to
do with it when I found it. I was just
hoping it would be super easy to figure out. Before
I opened the door to the basement, I heard a
sound coming from upstairs. It was a scratching sound, like
something was screeping hard against a wall. I stopped where
I was and waited for it to stop. I thought
maybe the storm outside had knocked a gutter loose or something,
But the sound wasn't stopping. It was getting more aggressive,
and finally something popped or burst. I heard something crumble
all over the floor above me. A window. Maybe had
a window shattered from the storm. It didn't sound like glass,
but I couldn't be sure, and if a window had shattered,
I needed to find a way to close it off
so whatever room above me didn't get flooded by the rain.
I ran upstairs and tried to find the room that
I was standing beneath moments ago. When I figured it out,
I turned the knob and pushed the door open. The
door creaked loudly, like its hinges hadn't been oiled in years.
As the door opened in front of me, lightning from
outside the window flickered briefly, giving me a full glimpse
into the room. It was carpeted, but empty, no furniture,
no decor, nothing. A rumble of thunder shook the house
again as I took a step into the room, letting
my flashlight.
Speaker 1: Lead the way.
Speaker 2: I aimed my light from one side of the room
to the next, and that's when I saw it. A
large gaping hole had been punched into the wall somehow.
I could see pieces of drywall had crumbled to the
carpet beneath it, and the dust from its recent braking
was still drifting through the air, glinting in the beam
of the flashlight. I walked closer to investigate the hole,
but was stopped dead in my tracks by sight that
turned my blood ice cold. Within the hole, hidden mostly
by shadows, was a hairy face. I froze just staring
at the face, thinking that maybe I was seeing things
or my vision was hampered by the darkness and selective
areas of light from my flashlight. But the more I stared,
the more I realized I wasn't seeing things. There was
a face ahead inside the wall. It was still unmoving,
like the stuffed mounted head of a trophy animal, only
this one was beastly, and for some ominous reason, it
seemed to be on display behind the wall. I studied
the face from where I stood, a safe three or
four feet from the hole in the wall. I moved
the flashlight around, but still couldn't get a full grasp
of what I was looking at. The face was covered
in shades of dark and light gray hair. It might
have had an elongated snout that was pointing downward, but
I couldn't be sure. I didn't see any eyes, but
figured they were hidden behind its shaggy hair. I decided
I needed a closer look, so I took a step forward.
That's when I heard an animalistic puff and another plume
of dry wall dust shot out from the hole. I
stopped again, my heart rate picking up. Whatever the thing
in the wall was, I now didn't believe it to
be a stuffed taxi or Mead's trophy head. It was
alive and didn't knew I was there. I took a
step back, and then another. The thing huffed again, expelling
more dry wall dust from around the broken edges of
the hole than it growled. I turned and ran as
fast as I could out of the room and into
the hallway. Down the hall, I tripped over my own
panicking escape and face planted into the floor. I could
still hear the thing growling, and then what sounded like
more dry wall being ripped apart and falling to the floor.
My sickened gut told me the thing was crawling out
of the wall. I scrambled to my feet and faced
the hallway in which I just ran down, aiming my flashlight.
The thing was mobile. Now stepping out into the hall,
I noticed its entire body was covered from head to
toe in the same stringy gray fur, and it must
have stood nearly seven or eight feet tall. Its head
nearly touched the ceiling as it turned the corner out
of the room. I didn't wait around to see anymore.
I ran faster down the stairs, out of the house
and into the storm. I was lucky enough that one
of the neighbors next door was just getting home. He
saw me, a twelve year old kid, splashing through the
yard in his direction. When I explained what I just saw,
he let me come into his home and together we
called my dad. By the time my dad got there,
the storm had passed. I told my Dad everything. Together,
along with the helpful neighbor, we went back into the
house so I could show him. Needless to say, we
didn't see any strange, hairy monsters. We didn't hear any
horrible growls. We did, however, see the massive hole in
the wall upstairs. When the coast was clear, the neighbor
went home and my dad told me it was probably
all just my imagination. That being alone in a strange
house with a power outage and a raging thunderstorm outside
probably created some sort of elevated anxiety in me, and
I started to imagine the worst things possible. I asked
him to explain the hole in the wall then, since
that's where the monster had come out from. He shrugged,
not having a real answer, and blamed the storm the wind.
More specifically, he can believe what he wants to believe,
But I know what I saw that night deep in
my gut. I know what I saw, and I know
it was real. Some things you just know to be real.
That's why, all these years later, as an adult, I
bought one of the vacant houses across the street from
my dad's friend's house. I found it odd and coincidental
that houses in that small little community don't seem to
stay occupied for long. Even my dad's friend moved out
the next year without ever giving a reason. It might
seem strange that this small community seems to have people
come and go without explanation, leaving houses vacant more often
than not, but not to me. I know why. It's
because of the monster that lives here. The thing I
saw behind the wall. It scares people away. I know
it was there all those years ago, and I am
convinced it never left. It might be in that very
house still, or it might have moved to another house
in the community. Whatever it is, I am here waiting
for it to come back. Maybe one night I'll hear
a scream out in the storm, then i'll know. Maybe
one day the police will come to investigate a strange occurrence,
then i'll know. Like I said, either way, I'm here
and I'm waiting for the thing in the wall to
show itself again. Actually, I think I hear something scraping
a wall in the room next to me right now.
Speaker 3: Wow, one hundred bucks for a weekend, easy work, easy pay.
Speaker 2: Lights sound at night, lights off in the day, a
beast or.
Speaker 3: Souda my game and I'm set, just me and a house,
best gig I could get. Then the thunder road in
the power went out.
Speaker 2: There heard a sound I couldn't figure out.
Speaker 3: There's the thing in the wall, and the wall.
Speaker 2: And scraping, scraping down there upstairs.
Speaker 3: Hall shouldn't have looked, but there's a thing no wall.
There's a thing in the wall, and it won't go
to the dry wall, pointing in the light, shaggy great shadows,
even feet of fright it and it growled and it
pushed its way through.
Speaker 2: I was down the stairs before.
Speaker 1: I knew what to do. Out the door and through
the ring.
Speaker 3: Through the neighbor next door came back when my daddy
wasn't there anymore. There's a thing in the wall, the
wall and the walls scraping down there upstairs. Hall shouldn't
have looked, but I look anyway. Now there's a thing
the wall. There's a thing in the wall, any wall?
The houses going everything, and folks come in and go no, no,
it stays long and nobody knows. I'm growing up now,
but watching it's still that house is every window shadow
and shies.
Speaker 1: In the wall?
Speaker 3: Scratch you not a scrapping down the upstairs all Dad says.
It was nothing, just my brain thing.
Speaker 2: No.
Speaker 3: Wall, No know what I saw.
Speaker 2: I wasn't joking that day.
Speaker 3: There's nothing in the wall any wong.
Speaker 1: The wall? Wait?
Speaker 2: Is that a scratch?
Speaker 1: Seriously?
Speaker 3: I think I just heard something instead. That's all.
Speaker 2: Coming up next week. On micro Terror's Scary Stories for Kids,
Lexi is invited to a barbecue to help celebrate the
life of her best friend's mother. Only this barbecue isn't
exactly what it seems. Also big news, the first micro
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hear that?
Speaker 1: I swear I just heard something. That's it.
Speaker 2: I'm calling my dad.
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