A Void In My Wall

I heard scraping
against the side wall of my bedroom,
it started as a slight hush of a whisper,
then the nails deepened into the dry wall
and began scratching deeply away ,
digging feverishly ,
as if whoever was on the other side was thirsty for blood
or thirsty to keep their life.

Frightened and perturbed,
I backed into the adjacent corner,
cowering in anticpation of death on one end of the wall.

For hours I listened to this
incessant scratching.

Fear turned into curiosity ,
which in turn became
a need to know.

I grabbed a hammer
and started pounding away,
with more force than I realized I had in strength.

Finally,
I broke through the wall.

On the other side
I saw-

An empty room.

Null and void of any form of life.