Slow Comfortable Screw Up Against The Wall Novels & Stories

A mingling—gold shot through with silver, colors chasing each other along the circle. Deep in the wall, a lock groaned. “Again,” Daire said. “Push.” “I am pushing,” I gritted. “I’m not a battering ram.” I focused the thread harder, letting a little more silver through, enough to make the hum climb from my bones into my teeth. Something inside me strained. Something inside the door gave. The bar in the wall shrieked, metal protesting as the thrown weight shifted. The door jolted, then flew inward an inch.

My hands were already numb. The van turned sharply. I slid across the floor, my hip hitting the metal lock box. My hand brushed against something cold. It was on the floor. A small, thin piece of metal. I slid my numb fingers over it. It was a screw. A loose screw from the wall panel. I sat down on the floor, my back against the locked door. I reached behind me with my tied hands, feeling for the screw. My fingers could barely feel the metal, but I managed to grip it.

I could feel her eyes rolling, mane unfurling in irritation. But I did have an idea. An idiotic, ridiculous idea… but it was better than waiting to get caught. The walls narrowed as the dead end met. I lacked the strength I needed but with my body withered down to bones, this might just work. I propped one leg on the side of the wall as my forearm and shoulder braced the opposite wall. I shimmied myself up and placed my right leg against the concrete wall, spreading my arms between the two slats. I maneuvered up again and as my bare foot moved to propel myself upward, it slipped, throwing me back into the waste below with a deafening splash.

If this is what I think it is. Then tonight changes everything. I crouch slowly. The wall looks normal. Plain paint. No marks. No visible seams. But I know better. I lift my knuckles and tap once. Solid. Again, two inches to the right. Solid. Then once more lower down. Hollow. My breath catches. There you are. I press my palm against the section and push carefully. For a second, nothing happens. Then a narrow square of wall shifts inward with a soft click. My skin prickles.

Inch by inch, slowly and quietly it slides on the wooden floor without making too much noise. Using our fingernails we pry the poorly screwed on vent cover off the wall. At the same time each of us bow our heads to peek to the otherside. Addi gives me a bashful smile. A deep breath fills my lungs as I stick my hand through the hole. Goosebumps break out over my arm from the creepy feeling that attacks me every time I have to do this. God only knows what’s lurking in the small gap between the two walls. I drop the wrapped food once my hand breaks through to the otherside. I hear the soft thud as it hits the ground freeing me to get my hand out. Like a bat outta hell, I jerk my arm back throug

A messy-haired, bearded man who looked as if he was 80 years old slowly crawled out. Kayson frowned when he saw Anthony. He couldn’t use his mind expansion, so he did not know Anthony’s condition at all. Now that he was able to look at him, he was surprised. Anthony was both old and scruffy. His legs, from his knees down, seemed like they had been immersed in the water for too long. Anthony asked, “How did you do that?” Kayson said, “The material that used to make this wall is sturdy, but there is no way it can hold a strike from a grandmaster.

Kira muttered, wiping her forehead with her sleeve. I nodded, adjusting my grip. “We’ve handled worse in the woods, we just have to work slow and steady.” From the other room I heard Marcus grunt as he pulled down a large section of wall. “This one’s stubborn. Renn, give me a hand on this side.” Renn moved over quickly. “On three.”

A mad laughter that echoed in every corner. Megha screamed. The upside-down man detached himself from the wall— Dropped to the floor. No sound of breaking bones. He rose slowly. Neck twisted sideways. Fingers long. Unnaturally long. Not human. He moved toward us. We pulled at the door. The lock wasn’t outside. It was inside. Placed by something unseen. Scratches deepened. As if hundreds of hands were clawing the walls. He came closer. Fingers trembling in the air, reaching for our faces—

With a glimmer of hope, I realized that I might be able to use it to loosen the screws holding the bars in place. Taking a deep breath, I positioned myself near the window, ready to put my plan into action. I pressed the edge of the tray against one of the screws and began to twist. It was a slow and delicate process, but I refused to give up. As the screw gradually loosened, my heart raced with anticipation. I couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. Each turn of the tray brought me closer to freedom, closer to escaping this confinement. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the first screw came loose. I carefully removed it and moved on to the next one.

I really need my phone to call Jack. I walked back to his room looking for my bag when I accidentally bumped into the wall. I was startled, falling on my knees when the wall twisted. W-What is that? I asked, scared and nervous, still staring at the wall, waiting to see if there was someone out there. I slowly got back to my knees, walking towards the wall cautiously. I lightly pushed when it opened, revealing what was inside the wall. I am completely dumbfounded, gripping the moving wall.