Behind Cold Walls

By Andrew Michael Schwarz

Timothy Beale isn't crazy, he hopes, but he is seeing things behind the wallpaper in his bedroom. Every night. The secret messages and neon-blue lights, leaking out from underneath the picture frame, mean something, he is certain. Just what they are trying to tell him remains a mystery, but he is sure that if he doesn't find out quick something very bad is going to happen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andrew Michael Schwarz
• Release date: Oct 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519991829

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Behind Cold Walls

(A Timothy Beale Adventure)

By

Andrew Michael Schwarz

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Behind Cold Walls

He had a very small room in the attic, a cold and lonely room, and when the wind blew, tree branches scratched against the window. It was an old-fashioned room with real plaster walls. Sometimes he could hear the grains of gypsum drop beneath the wallpaper's rippled seams. It was decorated with framed pictures of olden days that mostly hung crooked.

His name was Timothy Beale and he lived near the banks of the Monongahela River in Booth, West Virginia. Mining country. He had just turned thirteen and lived with his aunt and uncle because his father was dead and his mother was a stranger who, with red lipstick and perfumed cleavage, visited only once a year.

Timmy honey, you want eggs this mornin'? Aunt Abigail asked. Her big breasts and butt made her look like a mother hen in a pink nightgown.

Not hungry.

Timmy, honey, you need to eat! Now, sit down and pull up a plate. She shoveled eggs and sausages onto white porcelain.

Timothy took a few bites and left for the bus.

School was horribly boring. His first teacher was like a witch from a fairy tale. He envisioned her with warty chin and pursed lips, torturing small children.

Timothy Beale, is there somethin' you want to share with the rest of us? Mrs. Haggler asked.

No ma'am.

Somehow, I just don't believe you Mr. Beale. Perhaps you would like to explain to Mr. Garret what you find so funny in my class room.

No ma'am.

Well, let’s keep it that way, shall we young man?

Yes, ma'am.

At that moment a blonde girl with a hidden potential for beauty turned around and glowered