Something in the Walls

by Daisy Pearce

He’d described how people and horses had drowned, thrashing about in the boiling viscous liquid. The harder they’d struggled, the deeper they were ensnared. That’s how it felt inside that house. Slow moving, suffocating. Like drowning in tar.

“Because you can’t predict what fear will do to people. You don’t know which way it will send ’em. Some people don’t have the stomach for it and it drives them mad.”