Unwelcome in the walls: A Haunting Tale of Madness, Memory & the Unseen

A Haunting Tale of Madness, Memory, and the Unseen by Don Yoshino is a modern Gothic horror novella of inherited silence, unspoken trauma, and the creeping fear that not all who enter return the same.

Sometimes, the walls don’t just watch. They whisper back.

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Unwelcome in the walls – ” We only wanted peace. But the house had other plans.”

When a weary couple and their two young children move to the remote country of Montanora, they believe they’ve found the perfect escape: a crumbling manor perched on a cliffside, bathed in roses and silence. The locals of Angel Cliff call it “The House of Echoes.” They say it remembers everything.

Soon after settling in, strange and chilling occurrences unravel their sense of safety:

  • A snake under their daughter’s pillow.
  • Whispering voices too small to be human.
  • Furniture rearranged by unseen hands.
  • A dog, then servants, found lifeless with no signs of struggle.

The family’s dream of building a wellness retreat becomes a descent into paranoia and dread as the house begins to reveal its true nature, one tied to an ancient, forgotten legend of the Thirsty Hill.

And when the youngest child begins to hum lullabies no one taught her, the parents must face the terrifying possibility that something… or someone… never left the house.

🕯️ Unwelcome in the WallsA Haunting Tale of Madness, Memory, and the Unseen by Don Yoshino is a modern Gothic horror novella of inherited silence, unspoken trauma, and the creeping fear that not all who enter return the same.

Sometimes, the walls don’t just watch. They whisper back.

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“The Door Opens Both Ways”

They came with smiles
and the kind of hope that only city people bring
to things that are older than cities.

The woman had a notebook full of retreat ideas:
moon circles, eucalyptus steam,
yoga beside the rose garden
that had not bloomed since the family vanished.

The man had plans for lighting,
a deck where silence could be monetized.

The boy brought his stories.
The girl brought her teddy bear.
Both would soon lose them.

The locals at Angel Cliff
watched from behind cracked shutters.
No one offered help,
No one waved.
One left salt at the border sign
where the mountain fog begins.