It started small. Small, clumps of pink foam in the crevices and cracks of my concrete basement. I thought nothing of it at first. It seemed relatively harmless. I could touch it, smear it away. Nothing seemed to happen. And then one day, the foam disappeared from the basement. But not from the house. It only took a week before I began to experience hallucinations. I believed that there was something in the walls of my house that was trying to get out. And then I started to struggle to breathe. Little, pink spores began to pop up around the house and the hallucinations got worse. I was suffocating day by day. Until I cracked. I took a sledgehammer and began to drive it into the walls of my house. The pink spores seemed to pulse in the rhythm of which I swung the sledgehammer. I took another swing at the wall and the pink spores clumped up around the hammer and stuck it to the wall. Maybe it was the hallucinations or the lack of oxygen, but I swear when I looked at the hammer, it seemed to be consumed by the walls. And then the walls turned into the same pink foam I saw in my basement. The foam floaded my floors and dripped from the ceiling, consuming everything.

I woke up in the hospital days later to find the house was completely missing. There was no trace of it when I went home except a small, pink flower in the middle of the neighborhood.