((top)) Crack In Wall | Under Window

Her husband, Mark, shrugged it off. “Thermal expansion. The window frame’s old. I’ll patch it this weekend.”

It had grown. No longer a zigzag, but a gap. Wide enough now to slide a coin into. And it pulsed. Not visibly, but felt . A slow, rhythmic inhale-exhale, as if the wall were breathing. crack in wall under window

Ella didn’t sleep after that.

He looked at the crack. It was still. Silent. Just an old house settling. He helped her to bed, made her tea, and promised to buy spackle in the morning. Her husband, Mark, shrugged it off

The crack started as a whisper.