White Walls

Despite the lack of posting I am still here. Other than writing more of the hitman story I've had a bit of writers block. Nothing seems to inspire me to the point of writing, nothing good anyway, and I don't want this to turn into a blog with nothing but whinny depressive posts that after you've read them you want to off yourself just to escape having to read more.
I'll give it a shot though.

It was perfect, the perfect apartment, the perfect main room. She stared at the white painted walls. The whole apartment looked brand new, she knew it couldn't be, the building was very old, but the previous owners had done a wonderful job of restoring it to newness. White walls, brand new carpet, perfectly clean cupboards, everything white. She had just unpacked all her belongings and was sitting down enjoying the personal freedom that comes with finally having your own place. She was wondering what colour to paint the walls. White was nice, but she wanted colours, rainbows of colours.

On her way home from work the next day she stopped off at the hardware store and picked up a few tins of sample paint, just to get a feel for what they would look like. Maybe she could even paint a mural if she had time. After she had finished dinner and put on some painting clothes, she opened the tins and splashed some colours on the walls. She found it hard to imagine what the whole place would look like in those colours so she started painting pictures, she wasn't very clean with her brush and bits of paint splattered onto the carpet and onto some of her furniture as well. She didn't mind, most of her stuff was second or third-hand anyway. When she had had enough fun paining kittens and puppies and what were supposed to be trees she closed up the tins and went to have a shower to wash the paint of her. After that she went straight to bed.

She got up at the last minute, hurriedly got dressed and raced off to work, she had been in such a hurry that she had not really looked at anything, so it wasn't until she got home that night that she noticed what should have been so obvious in the morning. The walls were white, there were no bunnies or kittens or puppies or trees, they were gone. She stared at the walls in shock. How was that possible?

She opened the tins again and practically poured the paint onto the walls, paint spilled everywhere, she smeared it on every wall until she was exhausted and then she showered and went to bed. She woke in the morning thinking it must have all been some horrible nightmare, but when she stepped into the main room she was greeted once again by the whiteness of those walls. She screamed!

After recovering from screaming she stared at the walls confused, the paint had to be somewhere, she knew she had painted it and when she opened the tins again they were all nearly empty so she must have used it. She still had a crowbar sitting near the window, she had used it to open some of her crates when she moved it. She picked it up and using the bent end she tried to scrape off the white paint to find her paint underneath, but there was nothing. She scraped to the giprock and broke through that to reveal a wall cavity. She gave up and slumped on the couch just staring at the hole in the wall.

She was sure there was nothing in the deeds mentioning this strange phenomena, she would have noticed and something like this really should be enclosed with the sale information. No wonder the place had been cheap. She bit her nail, did she really need coloured walls she wondered. She knew she didn't, but that wasn't the problem anymore, the problem was that she didn't understand it or know if it was safe to keep living there.

She decided to paint the walls again and then stay up the whole night just to see what happened. She painted and then she sat down and waited. As she waited she noticed that it wasn't just the walls, there was no paint on anything, not even her things, she started to regret her decision to stay up in that room.

As the night drew on the shadows in the room started to move, at first she thought she was sleepy and just seeing things, but no, they turned into two people and started attacking each other. As she watched they stabbed each other and real blood came out of the shadowmen. It splattered on everything, including her. She looked on frozen in disbelief. Then as suddenly as it started they both fell down, apparently dead, she watched as the shadows sank into the carpet and disappeared. It was at that point that she noticed the blood and every other bit of dirt or out of place thing, like the paint on the walls slowly slid down the walls and the furniture and that too was sucked into the carpet. She stood up amazed and walked over to the wall, wanting to see if she could touch the paint as it moved, but that was a mistake.

She did not belong in that room either and she began to sink into the carpet, she didn't even notice it at first, she had been too transfixed on the sliding paint, but when she did she screamed and tried to get back to the couch. It was too late, she struggled and screamed but the carpet ate her up like quicksand and when the morning came it was a nice clean perfect room.