The Tapping in My Wall

I’m not really sure why I’m telling you this, but I guess I want to know if any of

you have ever experienced something like it. My name’s Mara, I’m sixteen, and until last spring

I thought my life was normal. You know — school, homework, friends who don’t

text back fast enough. The usual. But around March, I started hearing this noise in my

bedroom wall. Look, I know how it sounds. I know. I checked for mice.

I checked for pipes. I even asked my dad to look, and he shrugged like adults do when

they’re pretending they’re not worried. The noise wasn’t scratching, and it wasn’t dripping.

It was… tapping. Three taps. Always three. Slow, deliberate,