‘STOP NATHANIAL STOP!’ Screamed Mary as she sank to the floor crying.
His hammer blows rained on the walls, plaster flying all over the room.
‘They’re in there, I can hear them mocking me!’ He swung the hammer again, swearing at imagined demons.
‘No Nathanial, no. There’s nothing there.’ Mary placated her insane husband.
The house had never been the same since their daughter had fallen down the stairs to her death.
Nathanial fell to his knees, hammer clutched tight to his chest, sobbing. ‘I should have saved her from them’.
Mary held him, rocking him like their lost child.
Another submission for Friday Fictioneers 100 word flash fiction project.