My daughter has been missing for six years, and there has been no news of her. Late one night, I couldn't help but go into her old room again. As I stared entranced at the portrait of her on the wall, I heard her crying coming from inside the wall. "Mommy, it's so cold inside the wall." 1 My heart skipped a beat. To explain this, I have to start with the crying I've been hearing late at night recently. Six years ago, ever since my daughter disappeared, it has been a sickness in my heart. But lately, I haven't been able to sleep at all. I went to see a therapist. I wanted some comfort, but instead... The therapist looked at me seriously and asked: "Have you been sleepwalking lately? Touched anything unclean?" She made it sound so mysterious. I shook my head immediately. The therapist glanced at my husband, signaling him to leave the room first, saying she needed to do a psychological evaluation on me. But as soon as the door closed, she asked again. "Have you been hearing someone crying in your ear late at night recently?" I nodded. "It's probably your daughter missing you." I was shocked: "But isn't she already..." "However, I must warn you to be careful of the people around you, especially..." I quickly interrupted her. "But... but what does my daughter's disappearance have to do with the people around me?" Only at the end did I realize there was a hidden meaning in her words. Before I could react, she dropped another hint. "You know the saying 'the darkest place is under the candlestick,' right?" I nodded. "But my husband loves me so much... how could he..." "You probably have secrets you can't tell anyone either, right? Probably even your husband doesn't know!" I clenched my fists tightly. She added. "If you don't pull out this thorn, you'll only sink deeper..." Sink deeper into what? My daughter's crying at night? The therapist was ambiguous. My daughter had been missing for six years. I had suspected neighbors, people in the community, even strangers on the street. But I had never suspected my husband, Arthur Thorne. Because it was impossible. "Believe it or not, it's up to you." After returning home that day, I started observing my husband quietly. I tested him from time to time. "Honey, Lily has been missing for so many years. Do you think she's still alive?" My husband showed no abnormality; his hands didn't even stop working. He looked at me calmly and said: "I hope so. But if she were alive, she would have come back to find us, right?" I glanced at him and said lightly: "Honey, I've been hearing our daughter crying late at night recently..." 2 Hearing this, Arthur looked up sharply, and the bowl in his hand smashed onto the floor. He grabbed my hand tightly. "Where... where did you hear it?" Our daughter "Lily Thorne"—her name has always been a taboo in our house. In the years she's been missing, we tacitly agreed not to mention her. But subconsciously I knew she must be dead. I just held onto a "fantasy" about her. I still remember. When Lily first learned to walk, she limped. As she grew older, she stayed the same. Later, we went to the hospital and found out. She had congenital polio. This made our already struggling family even worse off. Arthur and I worried all night without sleeping. But we couldn't think of a solution. We could barely put food on the table, and Arthur had lost his job... It seemed hopeless no matter what. But the next day, Arthur looked at me calmly and said: "Don't worry, leave this to me." I quickly asked: "How will you handle it?" He said impatiently: "Just stay out of it." I stood there in disbelief, looking up and down at this honest man who had always been simple and never lost his temper with me. But he didn't care at all. "Something that shouldn't have been born in the first place, and a sick one at that. Besides being a bottomless pit for money, what's the point of keeping it?" I was speechless with shock. Who would believe these words came from a man who loved his wife and child? "Do you... really think that?!" "Enough, stay out of it. I'll do it. You won't be involved." I remember clearly that he sent me to the countryside overnight. When I returned, our daughter was gone. At first, I couldn't accept it. After all, she was flesh of my flesh. Just gone like that. I had to find out. I questioned Arthur like a madwoman every day. Where did he take our daughter? Even just letting me take a peek at her from behind would be enough. But every time, Arthur would hold me tight. "Breathe deep. Yes, deep breath." He said lightly: "It's fate. I took Lily shopping that day, and she got lost in the blink of an eye. Maybe she's enjoying a good life in someone else's home." Over time, I stopped asking. But fate seemed to play a huge joke on me. That day, inadvertently, I saw... In Arthur's phone history, a search entry read— "How long does quick-drying cement take to set?" And the time was exactly the night I went back to the countryside! My scalp went numb instantly. I remembered the doctor's words again. A terrible thought shuttled back and forth in my mind... I rummaged through the rooms like crazy, but found nothing. Right, there was one more room. Pushing open my daughter's room again, everything was the same. Except there was a portrait of her on the wall that I hadn't seen before. In the painting, she was smiling at me. This was the first time in all these years. Arthur laid his cards on the table about our daughter's disappearance. He said: "No one wanted her, so I had to sell her." I screamed at him hysterically. "Did you sell her? Or... bury her?" He looked up in shock, clenched his fists, and finally spat out two cold words. "Buried..." My scalp tingled with shock, and I broke down crying instantly. I didn't expect him to admit it just like that! I couldn't control myself; I grabbed a knife and slashed at him recklessly. As for where our daughter was buried? Neither Arthur nor I mentioned it, but he knew perfectly well! And I could vaguely sense it too. But from that day on, I had nightmares every day. Especially recently. I could always hear my daughter crying. Even the therapist told me to find the source. "If you don't pull out this thorn, no one will have peace!" 3 Late that night. I heard my daughter crying again. She cried and said: "Mommy, it's so dark in the wall. "Mommy, it's so cold in the wall. "Mommy, why don't you come find me?" I woke up in a cold sweat again. Since knowing what Arthur did, I never went into my daughter's room again. And he added three locks to it. He said it was for my safety. I didn't understand. What was unsafe about it! But this desolate crying seemed to have magic, dragging me to investigate. Because the rent was cheap, we rented the apartment furthest inside next to the stairs. And my daughter's room was the innermost one. I went to the utility room to get some tools and a flashlight. I tiptoed to the door of the innermost room. But for some reason, I felt a chill on my back. Just as I hesitated whether to open the door, I heard that eerie yet desolate cry again. "Mommy, it's so cold in the wall. "Mommy, come save me." Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat. My hands moved faster involuntarily to open the door. One lock, two locks... finally, the door to my daughter's room was opened again. To prevent my husband from finding out, I immediately locked the door from the inside. Unexpectedly, just as I stood firm, laughter rang out in the room. "Hee hee, come here, come here~ "Guess where I am." Because of the unpleasant experience with Arthur last time. Although not explicitly stated, in the whole room, only that extra painting was weird. That portrait was nearly as tall as a person. I stared fixedly at my daughter's face. But just taking a step. The painting tilted a corner visibly. And the daughter laughing heartily in the painting was shedding two lines of bloody tears... As if she wanted to climb out of the painting... I stepped back in fear. Rubbed my eyes quickly and shone the flashlight on the painting. Looked again. The portrait wasn't tilted, and my daughter was still smiling... I tentatively called out softly. "Lily?" No response, dead silence around. It seemed I was overthinking. Probably psychological effects, seeing illusions. After comforting myself, I walked slowly towards the portrait. "Click, click, click..." One step, two steps, three steps... My daughter's room had no windows, especially after she disappeared. My husband had the whole room sealed. It was pitch black around, not a trace of light, terrifyingly quiet. Only the beam of the flashlight illuminating my daughter's smiling face. Eerie. I searched the whole house, leaving only my daughter's room, and only here was there an extra painting. As if covering up something. If he wanted to hide something, then... Trembling, I yanked the painting open. But there was nothing behind it. Just as I planned to get closer and check carefully. A large patch of red liquid suddenly oozed from the wall. And a corner of a plastic candy wrapper. I knew that was Lily's favorite! I backed away in horror. Although I had a premonition, seeing it with my own eyes was hard to accept immediately. I had to admit— My daughter wasn't missing! She was sealed in the wall by Arthur! I broke down on the spot. Crying out of breath. "Let me out." Suddenly, a cry came over. I immediately covered my mouth desperately, my heart in my throat. Lily? Impossible! Leaving aside being sealed in the wall for so many years, she would have become a dried corpse long ago! Even if it were just a few days, a person couldn't be alive! But this crying was indeed Lily's! Was someone playing a prank? But only Arthur and I knew about this. What exactly was going on? Before I could figure it out, scratching sounds came from inside the wall. As if desperately trying to crawl out... I sat on the floor in fright. Only then did I realize with a start, it definitely wasn't my daughter inside! I struggled to run out. But my hands were trembling, and I couldn't open the door locked from the inside no matter what. Suddenly, eerie voices filled the room. One after another, crying then laughing. "Mommy, don't you want me anymore either? "Mommy, why did you come to find me so late? "Mommy, it's so dark in the wall. "Mommy, I can't breathe. "Mommy, it's so cold in the wall..." Trembling, I tried to pry open the lock. But I couldn't open it now! The voice that was far away just now suddenly seemed to be right in my ear... As if whispering against my ear, eerily. "Mommy, it's so dark in the wall~ "Join me." Terrified, I hugged my head and collapsed on the floor. I was cold all over, desperately clawing at the door. But something behind me seemed to be pulling me into the wall... My mind knew. But my body couldn't exert any strength... Suddenly, I heard Arthur calling me. Using my last bit of strength, I scrambled out of the room. 4 In the middle of the night, I curled up at the foot of the bed, trembling all over. Arthur looked at the terrified me. No need to ask, he guessed most of it. With a dark face, he said: "I put three locks on it, and you still tried to be brave?" Calming down, I stared at him blankly. "Arthur, Lily is our biological daughter after all. We wronged her first. "Let's hire someone to perform a ritual and bury her properly, okay?" Arthur looked surprised; he looked at me for a long time. Finally, he said impatiently: "What ritual? It's all nonsense." "But haven't you heard our daughter crying lately?" He snorted coldly. "How superstitious have you become? "Just wait, tomorrow I'll smash that wall!" Arthur disappeared early the next morning. Just as I was about to call him. The therapist called. She asked how I was doing lately. I didn't tell her what I encountered last night. Thinking of someone pulling me into the wall fiercely. My scalp went numb instantly. So all these years my daughter was missing, she was actually sealed inside the wall of her room! How dared he! But logically, she should have weathered into a dried corpse long ago. But how to explain the series of strange events recently? I was afraid, but couldn't break free. I went to the therapist again. The session took longer than ever. When I came back, it was already dark. But as soon as I opened the door, I was startled. Arthur stood before me, disheveled, with fear in his eyes. One look at him, and I knew. Bad news! He definitely touched our daughter's room. I immediately grabbed his arm and stared at him fiercely. "Didn't we say we'd hire someone for a ritual first, then bury her? Why did you..." But Arthur was obviously scared by something; he muttered. "I just, just wanted to confirm, who knew..." I immediately realized something was wrong. Panicked and red-eyed, I roared at him. "Who knew what?" Arthur's hand trembled as he pointed to the innermost room. "Daughter... is... in her room!"
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