“There’s something in the walls,” she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the front door.
We stood in the hallway, listening, my mother with her ear against the wall. Outside, the wind was dancing a mazurka, spinning branches in its embrace, lifting the door knocker and tapping to come in.
“See,” I said. “There is nothing behind the wall except a space where the wind whistles. I’ll make a cup of tea.”
Mum remained by the wall while I pottered about with kettle and crockery. Opening the cupboard to grab the biscuit tin, I heard a rapid knocking from within.
“There it is,” Mum said from the doorway.
“It’s probably a mouse after your biscuits.”
“No,” she replied, her lips trembling. “There’s a ghost in the walls and it’s going to get out while I’m asleep and creep into bed with me.”
Kim M. Russell, 9th November 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Prosery: Of Houses, Walls, and Whistling Winds
Merril is hosting from southern New Jersey with another Prosery prompt, in which we write a piece of short prose (no longer than 144 words) that includes a line from a poem.
The line that Merril has chosen is from Lisel Mueller’s poem ‘Drawings By Children’:
‘there is nothing behind the wall
except a space where the wind whistles’
and she has given us a link to the entire poem on Brainpickings.
I know Halloween is over, but I was inspired to write an eerie story.
Image found on Pinterest
I can feel how doubt is coming… strange sounds and soon you will be convinced that mother is right.
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There is always doubt where noises are concerned, Bjorn.
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Eerie is right, Kim!
Last winter (the first I used electric heat instead of wood,) in the bathroom I heard a knocking in the wall. Every time I went in there I became more unnerved, to the point where I decided, “OK if it’s going to get me it’s going to get me” just to neutralize the anxiety. As it often goes, shortly after I was sitting at the dining room table and heard the tap tap and looked to where it was coming from. A dowel with a tapestry hangs over the heat vent on the wall opposite the bathroom; when the heat came on the dowel started moving and tapping. Oh such sweet relief!
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It used to get pretty noisy when the bay tree grew out of control; it tapped on the roof in high winds. Now my husband has pruned it back I miss it!
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🙂
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Scary stories are not just for October! Love it, Kim. I think you might need to continue this one.
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Thank you, Merril. I have a few stories waiting for sequels.
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That’s a good thing!
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LOVE this creepy tale! I also felt the hauntingness (not a real word!) of this line 🙂
I love the build up of the scene and mood with the weather and the wind lifting the door knocker! I think I’d rather have a stiff drink than a cup of tea at this point! 🙂
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Thank you, Lill! I don’t usually drink, but I think even I might reach for the alcohol. 🙂
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The neighbours used our outside tap today (with permission), but the noise sounded like it came from within the house. I was alone on a work call, dam near squealed down zoom.
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hat would have been embarrassing. I’m used to the sounds in our house after twenty years – and most of them are from the cats. It was when I stayed at my daughter’s house that I had problems.
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Spooky and chilling Kim!
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Thank you, Linda!
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I’ve lived in old houses where there are rats in the walls; it is unnerving. This is a fun spooky tale that fleshes out the prompt, and gives us a bumpy ride, and a lingering lack of closure.
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Thanks Glenn. We had rats in the ceiling when we lived in Ireland. One night, I went out to get a bucket of peat to put on the range. We kept it in a shed attached to the house. I reached in to pick up a turf and realised it was a rat I had in my hand! They were finding their way in from the shed.
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Wonder what Freud would make of Mum’s fears. Perhaps she’s just tired of sleeping alone! I enjoyed your write, Kim!
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Thanks Bev. Maybe she knows who’s behind the wall.
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Yikes! This is eerie. I was also thinking of mice or rats in the walls. Great storytelling here, it got my heart rate up! 😀 Hahaha.
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Thank you, Lucy! 🙂
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Eerie perfection! I don’t like things that go bump in the night!
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Thank you, Eugenia. Most of the bumps in our house are caused by our cats. 🙂
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Ours too by one cat! 😉
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Great stuff, KR. I didn’t know you’d ever met my mother.
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🙂
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Fantastic, made me shudder.
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Then my work is done! 🙂
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It is indeed. Though don’t stop writing.
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This is deliciously dark and spooky! 💝 Especially love; “Outside, the wind was dancing a mazurka, spinning branches in its embrace.” You have got me pining for more 😀
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Thank you, Sanaa! Another one to work on in the future.
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Hey Kim, you never know? Enjoyed this … 🙂
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🙂
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You and I both went with a “haunting” theme! The wind imagery just made this work on a gut level — all that noise it causes just has to “mean” something foreboding.
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I didn’t get around to reading many last night, Dora, but will be over in a while. I look forward to reading yours.
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Oh. my goodness. That hand! No sleep tonight.
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I’m glad you felt the chill, Debi!
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Nice one!!! and perfect inage to team up
Much💗love
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Thanks and much love, Gillena!
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Definitely creepy – and I so like how you deftly sketched the mother – daughter relationship – in a few brief scenes (eg. the mother remaining by the wall listening…) suggests all the history between the characters – in such a concise way.
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Thank you, Peter. I’m glad you picked up on the relationship – I’d like to expand on that at some point.
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Hope you do Kim
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Those night noises…especially the stormy ones…(K)
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I enjoy listening to night noises, Kerfe.
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I like the familiar ones. The ones I can’t locate or explain are another story.
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scary! loved it :))
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Thank you!
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Oooh – this was deliciously creepy. You are the reassuring daughter to the frightened mother, but in the end there is something behind the walls – eek!
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Cheers Ingrid!
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I love all the details in the story, “Outside, the wind was dancing a mazurka, spinning branches in its embrace…” they really set the scene well. I think strong winds always put our nerves on edge and then the noises in the walls. You could make this story longer and I bet it would just get more and more chilling!
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Thank you, Tricia. It’s great to have some first drafts to work on at a later time. One of the many reasons to write for prompts.
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yes, the prompts are great for that. I like short writes but am trying to finish a novella now as well. It’s fun to do both!
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Good luck with the novella, Tricia!
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Thanks, Kim!
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I say, listen to mother!
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I agree!
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I love an eerie story! Fabulous!
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Thank you so much!
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I’m a firm believer that old houses absorb energy over the centuries. Some good and some not so good. Your piece reminded me of a very old house we lived in for a few years.
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I met the ghost if an old lady that used to haunt next door. The people who lived there moved away and the new family hasn’t mentioned anything yet. I wonder if she moved too. I haven’t seen her in ours.
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I reckon some people are just blind to them and will never see ghosts. We’re had two inglenooks with a chimney going up the centre of the house. I often saw a woman sitting by the inglenook off the kitchen area. Peder never saw her but likewise he never felt comfortable in that house.
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I wanted to write something like this, but couldn’t. You did the prompt well. Sometimes the wind is whistling behind the wall while something else is within the wall.
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Thank you, Mary.
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lol you do the spooky story well, should not have read this just before bed!
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I love spooky stories – any time of the day, Kate!
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lol not for me, but I can handle this one
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