Man in the wall

There is a man inside the wall,and when he speaks its rather muffled and faint.
I have to cup my ear to hear what he says,and he doesn`t like it.
He often tells me  i look stupid with my ear to the wall,and then he goes on calling me names.
Names i don`t want to share with you here,nor anywhere for that matter.

Its an elderly man,who`s life never really ended,but continued in the woodwork of my wall.
Sometimes late at night,just before i slip into unconsciousness,he knocks 3-1-2 and then 3-3-3.
That`s the signal,and signature of his presence that comes and goes.

Some nights i lie there expecting the knocking on my wall,and nothing happens.Other nights,when  i and i just want to sleep, he amuses himself by knocking on the wall,right above my fontanelle and keeps me disentertained until i get tired of it all,and eventually pass out.

I told the village priest of my incidents,and he promised to come for an exorcism,but that was 2 years ago.Rumors have it that he went crazy after hearing voices in the wall and strange knocking.
He is now resting in a facility for the mentally disturbed.
God bless the poor priest,Carmichael.He was such a sane and sturdy individual.

Other people have other phenomenas going,of wich they may or may not be consciouss of.
Becoming consciouss of phenomenas is usually not on the menu.Asking for it can land one in prison.

Phenomenas enjoy the ignorance and disbelief that we humans wrestle with on a daily basis.
Our focus on material affairs,keeps the world of phenomenas in a safe haven.Only the mad,the lunatic,children,and weirdos have entrance to this realm.They can do no harm to the phenomenal forces that govern and create realities in their secret laboratories.
As their stories will always be dismissed as mere products of the imagination.
Reality is not that colourful
they say.