The stain on the wall


Everyone in the family were surprised by the visit of Enzo, because since independence, spent too many days to enjoy his company, saying he would stay a few days, it was hard to believe. It also seemed strange not to bring along some of their belongings, not even a fashionable clothes. Still, he was greeted with a smile.

Over the days, they noticed something odd about his attitude, he looked bad, neglected his appearance, also not eat or sleep well, just locked himself in a room and was so nervous that his own breathing frightened him. For more who insisted on knowing the reason for his despair, he kept silent, and he left biting their nails.



Determined to find out what was happening but it was not from his own mouth, two of his brothers went to his apartment to look for indications of mood. As they entered, they saw that the place was a mess, the furniture was stacked in the corners, and the walls full of similar mold black spots, wanted to explore more, but a foul smell coming from everywhere forced them to run out of there.

They returned home questioning by what they saw, then told them that it all started with noises in the upstairs apartment, later appeared a small stain in the corner of your room, and one day as he shaved in the mirror, he saw the dirt It expanded at an accelerated running, before he could turn his head in the reflection witnessed everything; the pale face of a young woman emerging from the blackness, carrying on in pain and suffering, and in the basin of his eyes, there was nothing but darkness. When I looked at her, she not even noticed, but he knew she was there for that foul odor that did not leave now. He also knew that sometimes rested on his bed, as was floating nearby, but could not see it, unless the show on her cell phone.



Had not the courage to ask something, much less live with it, although I could not see most of the time, only he left and did not think there ever again. Which it was perfect for her upstairs neighbor so he could continue his terrible practice of killing girls, drowning in your bathtub. They were already so many on the list, that all that pain could not go as usual through the pipes and began to appear on the walls of the neighbors, who mostly fled without reach out, allowing them to become a simple stain in the wall.