Chapter 1: The Voice Behind The Wall
I was never supposed to survive the night my stepmother sealed me inside the wall.
Three days later, my father returned home believing I had disappeared forever.
He almost left the house to search the streets when he heard something impossible.
A faint knock.
Coming from inside the wall.
My name is Lily Carter, and before that night, I thought the worst thing my stepmother could do was pretend to love me.
I was wrong.
I was ten years old when my father married Rebecca.
Everyone called her kind.
My teachers said I was lucky to have “a new mother figure.”” The neighbors praised how patient she was with me. Even my father looked happier after my mom died.
But children notice things adults ignore.
I noticed how Rebecca smiled whenever Dad was watching, then let that smile disappear the second he turned away.
I noticed how she hated when I talked about my real mother.
And I noticed how every time Dad hugged me, Rebecca’s eyes followed us.
Like she was waiting for him to stop.
“Lily, why do you keep those old pictures?”” Rebecca asked one afternoon.
I looked up from the photo album in my lap.
It was a picture of my mother holding me at the beach.
“Because she’s my mom,” I said quietly.
Rebecca sat beside me, running her finger over the picture.
“She’s gone, sweetheart.””
“I know.””
“So maybe it’s time to stop living in the past.””
I pulled the album away.
“She’s still my family.””
Rebecca’s smile tightened.
“You have a new family now.””
I didn’t answer.
That was the moment I realized something.
Rebecca didn’t want to become my mother.
She wanted to replace her.
A week later, Dad told me he had to travel for work.
Only five days.
That was all.
He hugged me near the front door while Rebecca stood behind him.
“Be good for Rebecca, okay?””
I nodded.
“I will.””
Dad smiled.
“I’ll bring you something back.””
“Promise?””
“Promise.””
I watched his car disappear down the street.
I didn’t know I had just seen him for the last time before everything changed.
The first two days after Dad left were normal.
Almost.
Rebecca cooked dinner, helped me with homework, and acted like the perfect stepmother.
But on the third night, something felt different.
She walked into my room holding a flashlight.
“Lily, do you want to play a game?””
I looked up from my book.
“What game?””
“Hide-and-seek.””
I frowned.
“Right now?””
She laughed softly.
“Why not? You’re always sitting in your room. You need some fun.””
I should have said no.
Something inside me told me to say no.
But I was ten.
And I wanted to believe she cared.
“Okay,” I said.
Rebecca smiled.
“Perfect.””
She turned off the hallway light.
“Count to fifty.””
I covered my eyes.
“One…”
I heard her footsteps moving away.
“Two…”
The house became silent.
“Three…”
By the time I reached fifty, I expected to hear her laugh.
Instead, I heard a strange scraping sound.
“Rebecca?””
No answer.
I walked into the hallway.
The sound came from the old storage room near the stairs.
The door was open.
Inside was a small section of the wall that looked different from the others.
There was a wooden panel leaning against it.
I stepped closer.
Then Rebecca appeared behind me.
“Found the perfect hiding spot?””
I turned around.
She was smiling.
But something about her expression made my stomach twist.
“What is this?””
“A secret.””
She grabbed my shoulders.
Not hard enough to hurt.
Just hard enough to scare me.
“Rebecca?””
Her voice changed.
The sweet voice disappeared.
“You really think your father loves you more than me?””
I froze.
“What?””
She pushed me toward the opening.
“I gave him everything. A beautiful home. A peaceful life. And then you keep reminding him of the woman he lost.””
I stumbled backward.
“You’re my dad’s daughter.””
“And that’s the problem.””
My heart started racing.
“Dad wouldn’t like this.””
Rebecca laughed.
“Oh, Lily. Your father believes whatever I tell him.””
She pulled out her phone.
I saw her typing.
Then she showed me the screen.
A message to Dad.
Lily has been acting strange lately. I think she misses you. Don’t worry, I’m handling everything.
My hands started shaking.
“Please stop.””
Rebecca opened the hidden space behind the wall.
It wasn’t big.
Just a narrow unfinished section between rooms.
A place where old pipes ran through.
“Get inside.””
“No.””
Her face hardened.
“Don’t make this difficult.””
I backed away.
But she was stronger.
Within seconds, I was inside the dark space.
“Rebecca! Please!””
She stepped back.
“I’ll let you out when you learn to appreciate your new family.””
The wooden panel moved into place.
Darkness swallowed me.
I screamed.
I banged on the wall.
“Rebecca!””
Her footsteps stopped.
For one second, I thought she changed her mind.
Then I heard her whisper.
“Your father will never know.””
The panel locked.
I sat in complete darkness.
I cried until my throat hurt.
Then I remembered something.
My small pink music player.
Dad had given it to me for my birthday.
It had a recording button.
I didn’t know why, but earlier that week I had recorded myself singing.
The device was still in my pocket.
My hands trembled as I pressed the button.
The red light appeared.
Recording.
I whispered:
“My name is Lily Carter. Rebecca locked me inside the wall.””
I didn’t know if anyone would ever hear it.
But I kept recording.
Every sound.
Every word.
Every secret.
Hours passed.
Then I heard Rebecca outside.
Talking on the phone.
“She’s gone,” she said.
My blood turned cold.
“No, I don’t know where she went. She probably ran away.””
A pause.
Then she laughed.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure nobody finds her.””
I held the recorder closer.
And then she said the sentence that would destroy her entire life.
“She was never your daughter anyway.””
I stopped breathing.
Because I knew one thing.
My father needed to hear that.
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But first…
I needed to survive long enough for him to come home.