“The one above my bed. It’s getting bigger.”
She heard the voice again, but this time it wasn’t coming from the wall. It was coming from behind her. She spun around. kendra s obsession
November 4: Mom cried at dinner. Dad didn’t come home. They don’t understand. No one understands. “The one above my bed
Her friends thought it was a game at first. They’d come over and help her measure the crack with a fabric tape measure. 14.3 centimeters. Then 14.6. Then 15.1. “It’s growing,” Kendra would whisper, and her friends would laugh and say, “It’s just drywall, Ken.” ” Kendra would whisper