My childhood has strange memories, all from my parent's house…
I remember that there was an empty room where I would sit in, and talk with my imaginary friends, one of them was Walker, we used to talk a lot…
This room was fully painted, with a light sky blue, and cartoon clouds all around it, and I remember that he used the clouds to form other shapes…
I remember that when we first started talking, he'd bend the clouds on the walls to form a mouth, to shape his words out…
Later on, he made eyes out of them, he kept getting better at using the clouds to shape himself as we talked…
And talked we did, about me, my family, my school, my days and nights, dreams and fears…
One day, my mom came by and saw me in the room, she asked whom I was talking to, I said "Walker, my friend", and pointed at him…
He wasn't where I pointed at, my mom looked confused, maybe with a bit of fear of me being a lunatic, but after that she went away, and Walker came back…
He apologized, and said he was scared of new people, even if I had talked all about my mom and dad to him…
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The next thing I remember, was that Mom decided to send me to stay with my aunt, for a few days…
I didn't know why, but I did love staying my aunt so I agreed, I told Walker I'd be back in a few days, and not to worry…
I never saw Walker again after that, the door to the room we used to meet was gone after I came back home…
My life kept going, I grew out of imaginary friends, of walker, and of my parents house, this would be my first visit in a few years…
I had stayed in that house for a day, the next morning, I went to a market to buy stuff for my mother, spent a few hours outside, but came back…
Came back to a silent house, no sounds, no words spoken, or even the sound of a wood oven…
My ears were deprived of sounds, but my eyes were filled with a horrible visage…
A trail of blood, from the kitchen, to a door shaped hole in a wall I was certain was solid, a second trail came from the living room into the same hole…
I picked my phone up and used its flashlight to look into the dark room, beyond the door…
I saw the grotesque mangled bodies of my mother and father, embedding themselves into the walls, and a third body, sitting against a wall directly in front of me…
A gray thin human figure…
I remember its words to me, "You never came back, Nathan… you left me to rot…"...
That voice was familiar, Walker… of the Walls, now a real thing…
I ran, called the police… Now I'm here, talking to you doc, from my room of insanity… the walls talking to me…
And how they'll eat me next…
But I know… I know Walker is still there… waiting for the next family… to find a big farm home in the middle of nowhere, to give him company… to give him flesh.