My Psycho Dad's Dark Secret....

I was 5 years old the first time I heard the tapping. I grabbed my stuffed rabbit and pulled the covers over my head, but the sound kept going, soft and rhythmic, coming from the wall behind my headboard. I sat up and stared at the wall. The tapping stopped. [music] I reached out and tapped back. A voice

came through, thin and muffled. Can you hear me? My heart started pounding, but it sounded [music] like a kid. Yes, who are you? My name is Lily. I live in the wall. I pressed my face closer. Nobody lives in a wall. [music] I do. There's a room in here. There's a light and a bed

and my mom is here, too. Why don't you come out? He won't [music] let us. Who? She didn't answer. I tapped again. Hello? Nothing. My stomach clenched. I pulled the covers back over my head and squeezed my rabbit so hard the stuffing crunched. [music] The next night I waited until the house was quiet and

tapped three times. Three taps came back. Lily? Hi. I pressed my whole body against the wall and we [music] whispered in the dark. She told me she was six. She told me she had a little brother who cried a lot and she would hold him and sing until he stopped. [music] She said there was a bathroom

and a microwave and cans of food on a shelf. They couldn't make noise during the day because [music] he would get angry. My chest hurt when she said that because she was whispering even when she talked to me. >> [music] >> Footsteps in the hallway. I dove under the covers and shoved my rabbit against

my face [music] and squeezed my eyes shut. My bedroom door cracked open. Light from the hallway cut across my bed. I held my breath and kept my body perfectly [music] still. My dad stood there for 5 seconds, 10 seconds, then the door [music] clicked shut and his footsteps faded down the hall. I waited