Literature
The smile in the wall
The Smile in the wall
It started as a joke.
I told my kids there was someting living inside the wall.
[DEVIATION]
Not a monster.
Not a ghost.
Just... a smile.
They laughed.
Until one night, my youngest asked why the smile was crying.
I hadn't drawn the lines before. The face used to be clean, Simple, Just two dark eyes and a grin.
But every morning, new lines appear.
Like veins.
Like creaks.
Like something trying to break through.
Not the smile isn't funny anymore.
It doesn't move.
It doesn't blink.
But when the house is quiet, I can hear scratching from behind the wall. And sometime...
The smile gets wides.
