Walk Through the Wall

Old Bill Grey lived alone in his mansion. He was a crazy town legend, one who would make people wonder about his life, where was he from? Did he grow up here? Was he always this crazy? The locals would fantasize about who he was, some would say he was a mobster who was in hiding, some said he was a killer, keeping to himself so no one would find out the truth. But in reality, Bill was just a hermit. He had been married for over 50 years, and made a fortune dealing with the rubber band business, him and his wife Mary had full lives, no children mind you, they preferred each other, without the cries and wants of kids.

Mary died in her sleep the summer of 1998, it was rather hot that year, they had stationed themselves in the south, where it was always hot, middle of winter you could see temperatures in the 70's. Bill never truly enjoyed people to begin with, but Mary was different to him; he found someone just like him, who could love him for what he was, a bitter, old man trapped in a young man's body. Mary was that old hag who would yell at others if they ever so much laid a foot on their perfect lawn. Their house was quite something to see, but there was always something about it that would be less than inviting. The dark colored bricks, covered with moss, had began to envelope the house. They had a prison style fence surrounding their property, warning others to stay away. They never had family over, none that their neighbors could ever notice, and the only one to leave the house on a regular basis would be Bill, the owner of his own rubber band company. Hard to believe that someone could make literal millions off of tiny little bands. Hell, a bag of them would only cost 10 cents back when they first opened. When Mary died, that was the day Bill left it all. He retired, picked up and left, and moved out of his house, where he had built a life with his wife. He left the house to rot, never put it up for sale, never came back for anything, nothing. He left it all behind. He cremated his wife, and took her along with him as he moved to northern Maine, way up in the middle of nowhere, no man's land, Caribou ME. This town was full of people who did not want to be noticed, Caribou was out of a Stephen King novel, isolated from the rest of the world, perfect for Bill. He would go on to buy the one and only mansion in town, selling for a whopping 1.8 million, which Bill almost snickered at when the realtor told him the price. He handed the woman a check for the amount, and moved in a month later.

He never left his house. Not one time. The only company he would have would be the person who brought him his groceries. A little young thing named Britney, a pretty blonde who would be willing to do anything if it meant a paycheck. Her hope was to leave with as much cash as she could to leave this isolation behind. Bill found her name in a newspaper that he would have delivered, and from then on, she was his muse, his everything. She was the only connection to the outside world, but don't get the idea he was trying anything, because those ideas were the furthest things from his mind; even though any normal man would do anything they could to get even get a look from this girl. She was at school during the days, and then she would do all his chores and shopping during the weekends. He would pay her 300$ just to do the things he needed done, for two days of work. Britney was so excited, realizing she could leave sooner than she had hoped.

One night, about a year after moving into the new house, Bill's phone rang, which was very strange, as no one knew his number except him and Britney, and she knew better than to call him this late at night. He reached over and turned on the light next to his bed, and picked up the phone.

"Hello, who the hell is this?"

Silence.

"Hello!?"

A voice is heard, "Kill her....kill that little bitch..."

The phone goes silent, and then nothing.

Bill slams the phone down to try and understand what he had just heard. The voice, being so muffled, he couldn't tell who it could be, let alone whether it was a male or female. He very much assumed it was a prank call, but he still couldn't figure out who had his number.

"Britney...I swear, it better not be you"

Bill reaches over to pick up the phone when a loud thud is heard from down stairs. Bill jumps, eyes wide, shaking. He rubs his eyes, trying to wake up, fearing he might be dreaming. Another thud is heard, only louder this time. Bill gets out of bed, reaches into his night stand, and pulls out a small .38 pistol, checks to make sure its loaded, and makes his way out of his bedroom.

The house is dark, and it seems none of the lights are working, as he is trying trying to get something to turn on. He runs back into his bedroom, and grabs a flashlight. He flips it on, and goes out back into the darkness. He turns right and looks down the hallway.

Nothing.

Footsteps run behind him, he turns quickly to his left and looks down the hall, and sees nothing.

"Kill...." a female voice rang out. Bill jumped back, screaming.

"Who the hell is there?! Where are you?"

He heard someone running towards him, he turns back towards his right and a pair of pale white eyes are seen. Bill screams again, drops the light, and runs back in the bedroom, and slams the door. His gun pointed at the door, as he begins to shake and sweat.

Knock, knock, knock...

"Hello...please, just go away..."

Knock, knock, knock...

Bill fires off a shot.

"I'm warning you, leave, now!"

All of the sudden, a woman, all white, begins to walk through the wall, slowly making herself known to him. Bill drops the gun in pure fear, as this woman's eyes, again all pale and emotionless, turns to him, points to him, and begins to speak.

"Kill her...you cheating bastard, kill her....KILL THE LITTLE BITCH!"

Bill realized who this person was, it was his wife.

"Honey, is that you?"

"How could you do this to me....all those years, you promised me..." the old ghost cried.

"Do what, honey, what?"

"How could you love that little bitch...I want her dead...Dead.." The old ghost said.

"She is nothing to me, she is a maid..."

His wife disappeared. Bill stood there in silence, and the lights in the hallway flicked on, as if nothing happened. Bill couldn't move, still wondering if what he saw was real. Then, out of nowhere, the doorbell rang. Bill went downstairs and opened the door, and there stood the police.

"Sir, is everything ok?"

"Yes, officers, everything is fine"

"We had a report of a gunshot"

"Oh no, that was me, I thought I heard someone break in, but I was wrong, I'm very sorry, it won't happen again." Bill shuts the door. Bill goes back to his bedroom, and makes his way over to the phone. He picks up the phone and rings Britney.

"Hello, Britney, its Bill. Listen, I will no longer need your services, so please do not come back to this house." He slams the phone down. He walks over to the gun, bends down to pick it up, and as he stands, his dead wife is standing right in front of him.

"I TOLD YOU TO KILL HER," she screamed.

Bill screamed again, falling backwards, smashing his head on the side of his bed, knocking him out, bleeding out. His wife hovered there, watching her husband die...

"Oh honey...soon you will be with me...forever." She went back towards the door and moved through the walls, and disappeared. It took Bill three days to bleed out, but he had a major fall, causing major brain damage, unable to move. It took the locals over a year before anyone knew he had died. The house remains there, no one willing to be there, because as the locals tell it, it is haunted. And they may very well be right.