"And.... The end" the men finished the book, tucking his daughter in the bed.

"Are you sure you found this book in the school library?" he asked his six year old daughter.

"Yes, daddy I found it in the the bookshelf on the wall" his daughter replied.

The men gave her forehead a small kiss as he placed the book in the shelf hung on the wall.

"Goodnight angel" he said to his daughter as he stroke her head.

"goodnight dad" she answered almost slipping into a slumber.

"dad?" she called with a honey like voice.

He humed in response just about to leave the room.

"Beware of the man in the walls" she whispered, finally letting sleep consume her.

The man stood frozen for awhile before shaking his head and closing the door, walking through the hall.

He sighed looking at his wife's picture hung on the wall. "I wish you were here, she's acting strange again" he spoke.

He glanced towards a large hole on the wall that was caused by his daughter swinging a bat in it.

He walked towards it peeking into the damaged wall.

He stepped inside the large gap dissappearing into the dark, a knife scraping against a stone was heard. Chains clanking harshly against each other.

He was seen no more.

Just then his daughter stepped out of the room looking haggard as ever. Her teeth an awful colour of brown, her eyes insane. In her embrace a sewn up teddy bear with blood as tears on it's face.

Just then she whispered softly, as to not damage the silence:

'I told you, beware of the man in the walls'.

The End.