THE_WALLS_ARE_BREATHING

 Hello everyone- it’s Edwin again. I’m posting here to say that it’s over. Today, I packed my things and moved in with Cody. Since I couldnt sell the house, we burned it down.  I’m sick of living in fear and discomfort because my fucking walls breathe. I’m sick of this bullshit. I’ve been so paranoid that I almost KILLED my boyfriend. I would like to thank Raisa and wish her luck. With this final post, our story comes to a close. Unless something new happens, I will not be posting here again. I will also not be posting on Reddit.  It’s kind of sad to think that this will be the last time I post on blogger- but I guess that’s just how these things work.  I’m so glad this is finally over. With that, it’s time for me to say goodbye Signing out one last time, -Edwin Bryce. {and now, a note from the author} My name is Brutus- I’m the fourteen year old author of this ARG. I had a lot of fun with this story in the beginning and I was working on it non-stop- but I guess I ju...

it’s been a while. i stayed somewhere else for a few nights. cody’s cat came with me. it was quiet. the walls didn’t breathe. the lights didn’t flicker. i thought maybe i could forget, maybe i could rest. but i came back. i don’t know why. the house… it calls. maybe it always did, and i just didn’t listen. cody is okay. he had a concussion and needed a few days to recover. he’s resting now, taking care of himself. now the walls don’t just breathe. they whisper. at night. soft, low, words i can almost understand but not quite. sometimes it’s my name. sometimes it’s not. i didn’t post because i didn’t know how to explain it. i still don’t. — edwin

  I went into the woods because I was sure something was there. I don’t remember deciding to. I remember my shoes getting wet. I remember the smell of pine and rot and how quiet everything gets when you go just far enough that the house can’t see you anymore. I thought if I found it— if I looked straight at it— it would stop hiding. I kept hearing movement that wasn’t syncing up with my steps. Branches shifting where there wasn’t wind. Something pacing me just out of sight. Then someone said my name. Not from the house. From the trees. I couldn’t see a face. Just a shape between the trunks. Too tall to be nothing. Too still to be an animal. I remember thinking  it learned how to stand like a person . I yelled for it to stay back. It didn’t. I don’t remember picking up the branch. I remember the weight of it in my hands like it had already been there a while. I remember swinging because my body was already doing it. The sound was wrong. Not wood. Not leaves. Then everything wen...

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apparently i was sitting in my driveway last night. cody told me this this morning, like it was a normal thing to say. said it had been raining. said i was just sitting there, on the concrete, not doing anything. i don’t remember that. i remember going to bed. i remember the house being quiet. i remember checking the locks. i do not remember the rain. when i asked how long i’d been there, he said he wasn’t sure. said he didn’t want to scare me. this is where i should say something important. i didn’t know until today, but cody deals with schizophrenia. he told me calmly, like it was just another fact. he also told me about the way he checks things—using his phone camera to make sure something’s actually there. he said he checked. said he pointed his phone at me. said i showed up on the screen. that’s the part that won’t leave my head. i keep trying to tell myself this is a misunderstanding. that he misread the situation. that i forgot something simple. but i don’t have any memory gaps ...

i didn’t sleep. not really. i stayed up until around 6am reading. forums. archived posts. medical sites. anything that looked even remotely relevant. sleep paralysis. stress responses. environmental illness. old posts about houses that make people sick. most of it contradicted itself. the rest felt like people trying to name something so it would stop being scary. i finally fell asleep when it got quiet outside. no cars. no birds. just that dead stretch of early morning. woke up at noon. my body felt heavy, like i’d been underwater. the house was still. too still. i checked the walls. they weren’t moving. that almost bothered me more. i don’t feel rested. i feel like i missed something. i’m going to try to sleep tonight. i can’t keep doing this -edwin