I never really thought this would happen to us, I mean, we were a normal happy family. Happy, but eventually, were torn apart. Those five years ...were the worse five years of my life. I remember the events so clear. I want to tell you about it. Actually, I want to tell the whole world about it, mostly because...well I'll get to that part last.

It started back when I was 13 years old. I had a brother, James, and a beautiful baby sister named Carmen. My brother was 8, and Carmen was 11 months. We lived with our mother and father in a cozy house. Everything was normal until we found out about the wall.

My brother and I were playing with our new race car track that our dad bought us. We were playing in the hallway.

"Bryan!" My brother called out to me. He placed the car in the slot, ready to push the button for it to zoom across the tracks onto the empty carpet floor.

"Go for it!" I said, not really amused since I've seen him do it about twenty times already.

James didn't press the button, instead he pretended to then grabbed the race car then he threw it at me playfully. However, it hit me across the face sending a sharp pain inside my eye. I quickly held my eye, the anger inside me build up and right away I stood up with the car in my hand aiming for James.

James dodged the race car as I threw it. "You idiot!" I attempted to run after him but tripped, falling against the wall. There was a noise, almost like the tearing of cardboard. I looked up where my elbow hit the wall. A small tear in the wall grabbed my attention. All I could think about was how mom and dad would kill me as soon as they saw it.

"Oooooo." James said running towards me. I saw his toothy grin on his face. Excited that I was soon about to be lectured and probably grounded. "I'm telling mom!" He said.

James ran down the hall and up the stairs to my parents bedroom. I stood up and looked at the wall. I placed my finger through it, realizing it was cardboard and not an actual wall covered up there. As I stuck my hand through it, I felt it going farther and farther inside. My whole arm was now inside and I felt nothing but cold air. I was about to look inside but I heard my name being yelled.

I stuck my arm out quickly as I heard my dad running down the stairs. "Bryan!" He yelled again. "Are you kidding me?"

"It wasn't my fault." I said. "The wall is cardboard, dad. Look." I said pointing to it.

My father looked at it and sighed. "James told me you tried to hit him."

"Yeah after he hit me first!" I particularly yelled out.

My dad sighed once more. "Bryan, he's only eight. I told you, when something happens tell me or mom."

James smiled while standing behind my dad. The little devil. Sometimes I really disliked him.

"You're grounded for this. Sorry buddy. I told you two before, no running in the halls and no fighting." My dad said. "Where's your Game-Boy?"

My Game-Boy? No! He wasn't going to take my Game-Boy? I Just got the new Zelda game and I was dying to finally be able to beat level four since my friend Tommy taught me how on his Game-Boy.

"Bryan!" My dad snapped taking me out of my thoughts.

"I'm sorry, dad. It won't happen again." I pleaded

"I'll get it for you, daddy." James said running towards my room.

"Stop it!" I said about to run after him but I was stopped by my dad.

"It's just for three days, Bryan." He said. "You just have to learn lessons the hard way."

And with that James came back running towards my dad, he then stopped running and said, "Almost forgot. No running in the halls."

I watched as James placed my Game-Boy inside my dad's palm. My dad smiled at James and thanked him. I felt myself turning red by the second. I wanted to say the meanest things possible to James and to my dad! This isn't the first this has happened, where I got in trouble because James was a brat. I promised myself I'd never play with him again.

My dad sighed and looked at the wall. "I'll get some stuff to patch this up tomorrow." He said. He looked at me one last time and I looked away frowning. Dad walked back towards the stairs and went back into his room.

I looked at James, clenching my teeth. "I hate you. I wish you weren't my brother." I said before storming off into my room.

***

That night after dinner I was sent to my room. My sister Carmen was crying louder than usually tonight. I closed my door because it was annoying hearing her. I left on the lights while I lazily drew some pictures of Zelda and Kirby. I loved drawing but after a few moments I lost interest.

It was 10 pm and lights for James and I were off by then.

Few minutes after 10 pm I heard a knock at my door. It was probably James because he was the only one in the house that knocked on my door before coming in. That was one positive aspect about him. The knocking continued even after I told him to go away.

Annoyed, I got up and went to open the door. "What." I whispered loudly while swinging the door back.

There was no one there. I walked out of my room then looked down the hall that lead to the living room. There was no one there. James room was across the hallway from mine. I looked in that direction. His room door was closed. I was thinking James was just messing around, playing games trying to get me into more trouble.

"Stupid idiot." I said. I then closed my door and only half way to my bed I heard the knocking again. It was so loud it scared the heck out of me and I nearly jumped in the air. My heart was beating so fast. Angry, I ran to the door.

"Hey!..." No one was there. I walked to James room then opened the door. He was in his bed, covered up in his blanket, closing his eyes. He looked asleep. I walked over to him and it took me a few shakes for him to open his eyes. When he did, he looked at me confused.

"If you knock on my door again, I'm going to kick your ass." I said.

"Get out of my room or I'm telling dad on you and you'll get in more trouble." James said.

"Then stop knocking on my door." I said.

"I wasn't knocking on your stupid door, now get out or I'm calling dad and telling him you swore." James said pushing me with his feet off his bed.

I climbed off then started to walk back towards my room when something in the hallway caught my attention. My heart exploded in fear as I saw a man standing next to the hole I made in the wall. He just stood there, a tall skinny dark male figure. For a second I thought it was my dad but...no. This person was way too skinny. It...looked like it wasn't even wearing clothes. I wanted to scream so loud. I slowly stepped back then tip-toed back towards Jame's room. When I went inside...He wasn't there. I began looking around for him in his room, then I heard it. The loud scream coming from James. It echoed through the entire house. I heard it coming from the hallway.

I ran back to the hallway where I saw the man with James in his hands. The man looked at me and his mouth opened to a size I never saw in my life. A disgusting sickening cry came from it's mouth, sounding like muffled screams from more than one voice. It happened so quick. The man went inside the wall holding James by his head. Last thing I saw was Jame's legs followed by the stranger's go inside the wall. I ran to it screaming but when I stuck my hand through it, I hit cement. It was no longer cardboard.

My parents came running downstairs with Carmen who was crying.

"Who screamed!?" My dad yelled.

"Where's James!?" My mom yelled looking around. "James!" She yelled out.

My dad grabbed my shoulders. "What happened? Where's your brother."

I started crying as I spoke. "Someone took him and went inside the wall." I said pointing to the wall. My mom looked at me confused. My dad then stuck his hand inside the hole in the wall only to feel cement as I had before.

"You think this is a f*cking game, Bryan." My dad said walking pass me into James' room. My mother ran along beside him. They opened his door and turned on the light and started calling his name. I tried to explain everything I saw but they didn't listen. They looked all over the house and my mom eventually called 911.

When the cops got here, they looked everywhere for him and even questioned our neighbors. No one had seen him of course and no one believed me. After the cops looked around the house they found something James had under his pillow. While I was with my mom and dad in the living room, one of the cops handed me the paper that was under Jame's pillow. I read it.

There was a picture of a car and on the car I was inside and the car said, #1. In big letters at the top it said, Bryan. Best brother ever!! With a smiley face. I started to cry. The last thing I called him was a stupid idiot. I told him I hated him and that I wished he wasn't my brother. My mom and dad held me as I cried.

The police questioned me some more, saying I was the last person who saw him. I had to describe the man and what I saw. A cop suggested that they just check behind the wall.

They decided to check behind the wall. They broke the cement behind the wall where the hole was and there was nothing there. Nothing but more and more cement leading to nothing except more damages in the house.

No one got any sleep that night. My parents drove me to my grandma's with Carmen while they searched for James all day and all night. I knew they weren't going to find him. I just knew it because I saw what happened to him. He was stolen from us. I didn't think we'd get him back. James was gone...

***

Five years passed and we were living in a new place and in a an apartment. My dad lost his job after getting into a fight with his boss then my mom lost her job. She often stayed in her room now. She never got over Jame's death and became very depressed over it. Her and dad weren't on good terms anymore. They fought often and my dad often left home a lot. Eighteen now, I realized he was out cheating. I knew it and I was pretty sure my mom did too.

I had just finished school and graduated a few months ago. I had a job working at the library. I did have a girlfriend but she left me for some other guy. Prick.

I never forgot what happened with James. I missed him so much, everyday. It was very hard for me to get over it and I don't think I ever got over it.

One day at home Carmen asked could I play with her outside.

"Sure, Carmen." I said taking her hand and walking with her downstairs.

We played on the sidewalk. Carmen took out some barbies and a few cars. We played with them. It took me a moment to realize we were playing with the cars James had the night he was taken. I stopped playing and Carmen noticed.

"Bryan?" She said in her five year old voice. "Why are you crying?"

I didn't even know I was crying. I quickly wiped the tears off my face and smiled at her.

"These were your bother's cars. We were playing with them, the day he went missing." I said.

She half frowned and looked at the cars.

"James has a funny laugh." She said.

I laughed. "Yeah, he did have a funny laugh."

"He still does." She said.

I looked at her. She was only 10 months when James died. How did she remember his laugh? That wasn't impossible...right?

"Can I tell you a secret? But don't tell anyone." She said playing with the toy car.

"James came into my room." She said. This caught my full attention. "I told him to stay because mommy and daddy missed him. He told me he couldn't. He looked really different."

I swallowed hard. "What did he look like?" I asked.

Carmen put down the toy car. She looked at me and closed her eyes then tucked her lips into her mouth. She then placed two hands over her eyes.

My heart started beating. "He had no eyes?" I asked.

"No, someone held them when he visited me." She said. "I didn't see who it was but the person never took his hands off Jame's eyes."

Carmen said she didn't want to play anymore because she wanted to watch TV. I helped her upstairs and the whole I just thought about what she said. Could she have dreamed the hold thing? Or did James really visit her.

***

That night I got invited to go to a bonfire with my best friend and a few of his friends. I left the house around nine.

When it was over and I got back home there were cops around our apartment. I quickly ran out of my friend's car and ran upstairs past a few cops. The front door was open and inside I saw my mom on the floor crying and just having a breakdown. I looked at my dad and asked him what happened. He told me that Carmen was gone. Last thing they heard was her screaming.

I couldn't believe it. Things couldn't get worse. But it did. A cop came out of the room and asked us if we could look at something. The cop took us to Carmen's closet. He shone his flashlight in her closet and on the wall, written in blood were the words, "I told you not to tell."

***

My mom committed suicide when I turned 19, four days after my birthday. My dad turned into a huge alcoholic and gambler. I was 20 living in a small apartment alone. It was one day where I just felt so depressed and so lonely. I missed my mom, nearly hated my dad for not being there for my mom, and I missed my sister and brother so much these days.

One night, I don't know what got into me, but I decided to go back to the house we lived in where James was last seen. I needed to. I was sure my sister and my brother was there.

I rode to the house on my bike that night with a hammer and a flashlight. I finally got to the old house where I use to live. No one lived there and it wasn't for sale. It was just another forgotten house.

The front door was opened and I went inside. It was so cold. I turned on the flash light and saw about two mice scurry across the floor. I didn't want to waste any time. I ran to the spot where the hole was last time I saw it. It was fixed. I took the hammer and banged hard against the wall. I made about 15 holes causing a huge part of the wall to cave in. When it did, a random newspaper fell out.

It was old, like really old and I read it. There was one article circled.

"1978. 15 children reported missing. Screams heard, bodies never found."

I threw the newspaper down and continued hammering the insides of the wall until I started smelling something. It smelled like rotten and spoiled meat. I nearly vomited from the smell. At this point, I didn't want to continue, but I had to. I needed to know what was behind the wall. I hammered and hammered and hammered until I finally came across another hole that lead to an empty space behind the cement. I peeked inside.

I saw nothing but a small light that illuminated from the left side. I couldn't see anything except that light. There was definitely a room there. I held the hammer up ready to slam it across the wall in front of me when I heard a door open.

Crrrr rrrr rrrr...... screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ...

I shone the flashlight towards the sound, the sound coming from where my old room use to be. I froze when I saw her show herself. A small little girl. I smiled as the flashlight pointed at her face.

"Carmen." I whispered. I felt tears run down my face. She began walking towards me, smiling. I wanted to run towards her but the closer she walked towards me her face changed. I didn't see it before but her eyes were covered by a bloody white blindfold and her thick blue veins swelled through her wax paper skin.

I nearly dropped my flashlight when she was right in front of me. I couldn't even talk. Carmen stood there. Her waxed and bruised body trembling. I was so scared. I don't know what was worst, her standing in front of me like this or the fact she had a smile on her face. Her bruised light blue face.

"Carmen..." I said nearly out of breath. "Carmen? What...Ha...Happened?" I stuttered so much.

Still smiling, Carmen shook her head slowly.

I tried my best to not be afraid. I wanted to walk to her and hug her but I just couldn't. I was so scared.

"Carmen, where's James?" I dared to ask.

Carmen took three steps back and pointed at me. I was about to ask her the same question again but I suddenly realized she wasn't pointing to me. She pointed high above my shoulder. I looked behind me to see...it. I didn't even know what it was.

It was about 8 feet tall. It's skin barely attached to it's brown colored bones. It's mouth that was nothing more than a massive hole. And eyes that looked like they could suck your soul out of your body. I heard a dreadful sound build up in it's throat, kind of light a cat when it's angry and it wants to screech. This sounded like that but at the same time, nothing like it. The thing had more than one voice and it sounded dreadful.

As this...monster or whatever demonic thing that was in my presence moved, it moved like it was a broken wind up toy, stopping and moving with one part of it's body.

I ran passed it and as I did the thing hit my arm, knocking the flashlight out of my hand. I continued running towards the front door which was open. I was so close before it closed on it's own. Behind me I heard the stepping of one foot at a time heading my way. I looked in front of me and saw someone smaller than me.

"James? Is...is that you?" I asked. I looked behind me and saw that the thing was gone and when I looked in front of me there it was.

I froze and tears began building up inside my eyes as this thing stretched, it's mouth above my head. I closed my eyes excepting this horrible fate that was about to come. Then, I heard someone speak.

"Don't. Not him."

I opened my eyes slightly. The creatures mouth was nearly surrounding my forehead and I smelled it's horrific breath. I looked down and right in front of me stood James.

I cried as I watched James remove his bloody blindfold then looked at me. I wanted to puke but at the same time break into tears. His eyes were gone and there was dry blood around his sockets. His veins from his eyes, dry and shriveled, hung loose. They were ripped right out of him it seemed.

The creature moved away from me then went over to James. It circled him in a strange movement and spoke at the same time as it moved. James nodded about 7 times. The creature stopped and looked at me.

"Bryan." James said looking in the direction above where I stood.

"Y..ye...yes?" I stuttered while in a massive amount of tears.

"You have to bring daddy here...if you want to live." James said.

"Wh...what. I can't....James...."

The creature screeched so loudly I stumbled back.

James looked around but not at me. He couldn't see me. He couldn't see anything.

"Please. Just do it. Then never come back here again." James said. Then Carmen stood beside him with her blindfold.

"And never tell anyone." She said before moving her pointer finger up to her blue lips.

The creature began walking towards the wall, followed by my siblings. James and Carmen went inside the wall first as if they were being sucked in. It happened so fast. Then the creature looked at me, arching it's body in a position I've never even imagined was possible. Then it spoke.

"Daddy...or....Bryan...next." It said twitching it's neck with every word it spoke. Speaking like the words couldn't exactly fit in it's mouth. I could barely understand it. It opened it's mouth and looked at me very threateningly before it went inside the wall, a face reminding me to follow the rules and if I break them there will be consequences. Deadly consequences...

***

That's what happened. I never bought my dad to the house. Instead I moved away, far away from the place. I'm not even in the same state as that house anymore. I'm 28 now and I'm here telling my story on this lousy blog site. The reason I decided to tell people this, and I really hope you all believe me because my sister, Carmen, has been telling me he's coming back for me. She tells me in my dreams and in every dream she's in a different house. Last night in my dream...she was in my house. And now I sit here in my living room staring at the window wondering how it got open and wondering how that hole got in the wall by the couch...

Whoever reads this, Please contact my father, John Charles Matthew, cell number: 803-477-0095. Just tell him I love him and please don't let him read this blog. I fear he might go back to the house.

If you don't hear from me tomorrow, well. You can guess what happened to me...