Mom Seeks Answers After Seeing Footage of Girl In Room

Amy hears a giggle from the basement. It was the only room she hadn’t unpacked yet and it was kept locked. Or so she thought. She steps into the basement, her eyes met with only blackness and the dank smell of mildew.

She pulls out a matchbook from her trouser pocket and drops a few before one lit. The golden light arches away from her like a golden rainbow.

She looks harder into the gloom to see a glowing outline of a girl, but before Amy could call for help, the flame met her fingers and she dropped it, the tiny fire extinguishing as it fell on the hardwood floor. Was it too late?

A Brand New Start

As soon as Amy laid her eyes on Mark she knew he was something special. He held the doors open for her, woke her up of a morning with breakfast in bed, and he was the perfect stepfather to her four-year-old daughter, Molly. Gifting her with dolls and presents whenever he could.

So when the two moved the family they were excited at their new life together. But something didn’t sit right.

Like A Father

Amy no longer was in contact with Molly’s dad, so it was Mark who was the father figure to the four-year-old. But as soon as the family moved into their new home, Amy noticed that in the middle of the night, Mark would leave their king size bed and carefully sneak into Molly’s room.

What was he doing in there?

Noticing Something At Breakfast

One morning, the family were sat around the table devouring their breakfast. But then as Molly reached for her orange juice, Amy noticed a bruise on her arm. Startled, she asked Molly about the mark but Molly shrugged it off, before taking a look at Mark who was sheepishly reading his morning paper.

Leaving His Bed

Later that night, while she was sleeping Amy began to hear strange noises in the house. It started with the squealing of a door, thumps on the floor, scratches on the wall, and even what she thought was footsteps in the kitchen.

And now, the strange bruise she had discovered on Molly’s arm in the morning. She’d had enough.