When I married into the secluded old Adams House in Maine, I thought it was the beginning of happiness until I discovered my grandmother Abigail's diary in the attic.
On the yellowed pages, it was recorded how to use twisted syllables to communicate with the "being" behind the wall, making the neighbors go crazy and kill themselves in the whispers of the ancient gods. I knew this was Pandora's box, but I couldn't resist the temptation of blasphemous knowledge. I practiced secretly every night and indulged in the pleasure of touching taboos.
I thought this was just my secret.
Until this morning, my husband Ben, my beloved and gentle carpenter, said to me, rubbing his sleepy eyes, that he heard a woman humming in the wall.
That slimy and weird melody was exactly the chapter I recited over and over again last night.
Now, he was clawing at the wall frantically with his nails, his flesh and blood were bloody, his eyes were wild, and he vowed to dig out the woman who kept humming.
And I just slumped down behind him, feeling cold all over.
Because only I know that there is nothing behind the wall—or, there is about to be everything.
It was me who personally offered the latest sacrifice to this ancient haunted house.
Purpose: The purpose of this work is to explore the devastating consequences of mankind's unstoppable thirst for forbidden knowledge. It reveals that when individuals try to peer into the abyss beyond understanding, they will not only erode their own humanity, but also become a container for the advent of ancient evils - all struggles and resistance ultimately only accelerate the closed loop of desperate fate.