The body in the wall

Or: The outside comes inside part two

We first heard the creature scrabbling inside the wall days ago. We told our landlord. We debated whether it was a squirrel or rat (it was far too loud to be a mouse). And then we heard the creature no more, and assumed it clawed its way out.

Reader, it did not.

The flies should have been the first sign, but we attributed them to an open, screenless windo…

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