Jul 13, 2026 · 29 min · 8 segments
When a family decides to build rooms on the upper floor of their home, the last thing they expect to find is something that seems to live within the unfinished walls. What began with the appearance of…
Before I begin, I'd like to ask that you change the names of my family members for privacy reasons.
For many years, he was the only person I could talk to about everything I'm going to share.
He passed away some time ago, but I know that if he could hear this story on the channel he loved so much, it would make him very happy.
We fought over everything: the television, closet space, who had moved something from where the other had left it.
Eventually, my parents got tired of listening to us argue and decided to add on to the house.
The plan was to build a second floor with two bedrooms and a small hallway, so each of us would finally have her own space.
The walls went up, the ceiling slab was poured, and the layout of the rooms was marked out.
The problem was that, as often happens, the money ran out before it could be finished.
Up there, there were only exposed bricks, concrete columns, and rooms with no doors or windows.
At night, it looked especially gloomy because the only light came from a few distant streetlights down below.
I remember perfectly the night when the story I'm writing to tell you about began.
Before I begin, I'd like to ask that you change the names of my family members for privacy reasons.
For many years, he was the only person I could talk to about everything I'm going to share.
He passed away some time ago, but I know that if he could hear this story on the channel he loved so much, it would make him very happy.
We fought over everything: the television, closet space, who had moved something from where the other had left it.
Eventually, my parents got tired of listening to us argue and decided to add on to the house.
The plan was to build a second floor with two bedrooms and a small hallway, so each of us would finally have her own space.
The walls went up, the ceiling slab was poured, and the layout of the rooms was marked out.
The problem was that, as often happens, the money ran out before it could be finished.
Up there, there were only exposed bricks, concrete columns, and rooms with no doors or windows.
At night, it looked especially gloomy because the only light came from a few distant streetlights down below.
I remember perfectly the night when the story I'm writing to tell you about began.
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