whispers in the wall

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*Chapter 10: The Final Stand*

The walls of the house trembled violently, splitting apart in jagged cracks. The air was thick with a suffocating chill as the entity, now fully unleashed, towered over them. Its form writhed and shifted, an endless nightmare of tendrils and black eyes that glowed like hollow stars. It no longer resembled the fragile, distorted figure they had seen before—it was monstrous, a twisted, otherworldly thing that seemed to occupy every inch of space in the room.

Eliza's heart pounded in her chest as she stared up at it, frozen for a split second by the sheer horror of its form. The house itself was alive, and it was more than just a home—it was a *living prison,* a place where the entity had existed for generations, biding its time, growing stronger.

"Eliza…" Sean's voice was barely audible, his breath ragged as he tugged at her arm, pulling her away from the creature. "We have to finish it. There's no other choice. If we don't—"The entity let out a guttural, inhuman growl, the sound vibrating in the very marrow of their bones. With a sickening *crack*, it shifted, its grotesque form expanding outward, the limbs twisting and reaching toward them like a net closing in. The air grew colder, the pressure mounting, suffocating them. It was almost as if the house was closing in too, the walls pressing tighter, each breath harder to take.

Sean's words drowned in the sound of the creature's anguished scream as it lunged forward, its long, spindly limbs cracking the floor beneath them, shaking the very foundations of the house.

"Eliza! Move!" Sean shouted, pulling her with a frantic force toward the shattered window. The jagged glass cut into his arm, but he barely flinched. There was no time to waste.

The entity's screech echoed through the house, shaking the walls, rattling the windows. Eliza's mind was on fire, her thoughts scattered and panicked. The ritual hadn't been enough. The house was too entangled with the creature. The *entity was the house*. And now that it had been freed, it would consume them.

Eliza's heart pounded as she realized the truth: they hadn't trapped it. They had merely given it room to spread—to tear through every layer of the house, every layer of reality.

"We have to burn it, Eliza!" Sean yelled, his voice hoarse. His eyes were wild with fear, his face pale as he scanned the room for anything they could use. "We can't—*we can't* just run. It will follow us. It's in the house. It *is* the house."

"Then let's burn it," Eliza replied, her voice trembling but determined. She grabbed the nearest object she could find—a small oil lamp which has some strange writings on it, its wick still smoldering. Desperation burned in her chest as she held it out, feeling the heat of it against her palm. She knew they had only moments before the creature finished them off. "how are we gonna use only a small oil lamp to burn down this whole damn building?? "_ Sean asked in desperation When he saw Eliza holding an oil lamp.

"We're just gonna light it and throw it to One of the curtain. If the curtain catches the fire, then the whole building will be affected by it". Eli screamed back even though she know it shouldn't be possible, but she also don't know where she's getting the believe from that the oil lamp is gonna help them. So she and Sean began to search around for anything to start the fire.

The house *shuddered*.

It was angry.

Sean was already racing toward the door, tearing open the ancient drawers in the hallway, looking for anything that could help them. But Eliza's gaze was locked on the creature, its vast shape shifting with a nightmarish fluidity as it crept closer, its black eyes fixed on her.

"Eliza!" Sean screamed again, his voice desperate. He had found a matchbook—a small packet of matches—and he held it out to her, his hand shaking as he passed it. "Light the damn thing, Eliza. We have to do this NOW!"

There was no time left. With a breath, Eliza tore open the matchbook and struck one of the matches against the side. The spark caught, and the flame flickered to life. She held it in her shaking fingers, eyes never leaving the creature. Its twisted form seemed to grow, stretch, pulling the shadows with it.

It was coming for them.

"Eliza…" Sean's voice broke through her panic. "*Do it.* Now."

And just like that, Eliza stepped forward, holding the match to the oil lamp's wick.

The flame burned bright, and as she released it, the fire spread across the oil-soaked cloth. The room was suddenly filled with the sickening scent of burning fuel, a sharp, acrid smoke that filled her lungs. The heat intensified, scorching the air, and she could feel the oppressive weight of the house pressing in on her. Eliza and Sean were both shocked at the rate the fire started that they couldn't believe if the fire was even started by them...

It was *alive*, and it was fighting them. The entity was thrashing now, its limbs writhing violently, trying to tear its way through the walls. The floor beneath them cracked and splintered. The house was fighting back with everything it had.

"Eliza!" Sean shouted, his voice breaking through the chaos. He was backing toward the door, pulling her with him.

The fire began to spread across the room. The walls, once so sturdy, now seemed to melt and warp. The entity screamed, a sound so deafening it felt like the world itself was shattering.

Eliza's heart pounded as the fire consumed everything in its path. The house groaned, the walls cracking and buckling under the heat. The very foundation of the house seemed to tremble, and Eliza realized—*this was it*. The fire was their only hope. It was the only way to destroy both the entity and the house that had been its prison for so long.

With every passing second, the room grew hotter, and the smoke became unbearable. They had to get out.

But even as the fire grew, Eliza could feel the house fighting back. The entity wasn't *gone*. It wasn't finished. Its whispers were louder now, piercing through the walls, coming from every direction.

"Eliza…" Sean's voice was strained, almost choking on the smoke. "It's not enough. We need to get out… now. We need to *leave* before the fire consumes us too."

Eliza's breath was ragged. She felt the heat of the flames behind them, but she couldn't stop. They couldn't leave without finishing it.

*The ritual*, she thought desperately. The ritual hadn't been completed. They hadn't destroyed it entirely.She turned toward the hearth, her eyes locked on the flickering flames, the ritual's final words echoing in her mind.

The entity wasn't gone. It was still in the house. The ritual had only *bound* it here. But they hadn't… *destroyed it.*

"Sean!" Eliza shouted, realizing the truth too late. "We need to finish the ritual. We need the last part of it!"

"What do you mean?!" Sean shouted back, his voice frantic as he pulled her away from the flames.

"The house—*the fire* is part of it," Eliza gasped. "It's the only way we can burn the thing out of existence. *We have to destroy the house itself.* We have to end it."

The final words of the ritual echoed in her mind—*The fire will cleanse the vessel and return the darkness to nothing.*

With one last glance at the hellish fire that was consuming everything around them, Eliza and Sean turned toward the door.

They had to finish the ritual. They had to break the house.

But would they be able to escape before everything around them was consumed by the flames?

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