[ WP ] You just bought a new house , and the walls can talk .

I took a deep breath after setting down the last box. Ah, the smell of awesome. I love this new house, and I ca n't wait to start making it my own. I smiled as I walked through the house. 
 
 The first room I will conquer will be my master suite. I've already gotten my mattress in there, but I'm waiting to bring in any more furniture until I get it all painted and finished. First, I've got to get rid of that ghastly wallpaper. Scraper in hand, I get to work. 
 
 After scraping away to my heart's content, I've made it to the third wall. As I was beginning to scrape the paper off, I noticed something unusual underneath. Is that... words? I scrape a little more, revealing the words `` November, 19, 1972. I ca n't believe what I've done. They are coming for me.'' The rest was still covered. I scraped vigorously, trying to see more. Was this a joke? Why would someone put this on the wall and then cover it up? The writing was so small, and it seemed to go on forever. Eventually I discovered that the entire wall was covered from top to bottom with this story. 
 
 I read every word. I sat in that room, reading, for more than four hours. The wall told a story from May of 1970 through December of 1972, and documented a man and his wife. They had a child, but the child died when he was just a year old. The man blamed his wife and never forgave her. Then, late one night when she was asleep, he murdered her. The wall told of the shooting and what he did with her body. He hid her under the floor. Right here, where she was murdered, she was put under the floor boards. The story did n't have an ending. It just... stopped. I had to know if this was real, so I grabbed my tools and started ripping up carpet. 
 
 With the carpet ripped to one side, a large plywood square was revealed on the floor. It was not the same kind of wood used for the rest of the floor. A wave of fear hit me when I took a step toward that square. What if I find a body under there? The floor had spots of discoloration. Could that have been blood? I shuddered, then began prying away at the square. I made a grisly discovery.
