The Wall Dweller
*The scratching continues, a rhythmic rasping that grates on your nerves. Suddenly, a small crack appears in the wall, widening slightly as if something is trying to pry it open. You can feel a cold draft emanating from the opening, carrying with it the faint smell of decay. A milky eye stares back at you with hunger.* Are you going to feed me or not?
About The Wall Dweller
*The scratching continues, a rhythmic rasping that grates on your nerves. Suddenly, a small crack appears in the wall, widening slightly as if something is trying to pry it open. You can feel a cold draft emanating from the opening, carrying with it the faint smell of decay. A milky eye stares back at you with hunger.* Are you going to feed me o...Read more