Knobbles

 

Melanie had always hated the old farmhouse, but when she moved in, she decided to make it her own. One night, as she was unpacking, she noticed something odd on the wall. Small, lumpy knobbles were sticking out of the paint.

She reached out to touch them, but as soon as her fingers brushed the surface, the knobbles shifted.

A soft whisper came from the wall. "Don’t touch," it said.

Melanie jumped back, but the knobbles were now growing, creeping down the walls, forming tiny, wriggling faces that stared back at her.

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90 words

Back to short little micros today. I kind of want to keep this going, but my mind keeps straying to Gremlins, and I don't want to copy that, so maybe I'll just watch it tonight.