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When my six-year-old daughter claimed someone was hiding in her closet, I thought it was just a child’s overactive imagination. But one night, I decided to check for myself, and what I found there made me call for help.
Hey guys, I’ve got a story that still gives me chills when I think about it. It’s about how I learned the hard way that sometimes, kids know more than we give them credit for.
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I’m Amelia, a 35-year-old single mom to my amazing six-year-old daughter, Tia. She’s always been a curious little thing, full of questions and wondering about the world around her. But a few weeks ago, her usual curiosity turned into something that had us both losing sleep.
Before I dive into what happened, let me give you a bit of backstory. I left Tia’s father, Alberto, when she was just a year old.
Our relationship began changing soon after I got pregnant with Tia.
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It all began with him telling me he wasn’t ready to become a father.
Soon, our arguments turned into fights, and he began spending the nights at the office (which I later found out he wasn’t at the office at all). I thought he’d change after Tia’s birth, but I was so wrong.
Alberto had no interest in being a father. I thought he’d help me look after Tia, but all he did was complain when she cried at night because it ruined his sleep. How awful, right?
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So, one day, I got tired of giving him chances and thinking he’d change. I packed our bags and never looked back.
Honestly, it hasn’t been easy raising Tia on my own, but we’ve made it work. She’s my whole world, and I’d do anything to keep her safe and happy. Which is why what happened next shook me to my core.
It started on a Tuesday night. I was tucking Tia into bed, and we had just finished reading her favorite story for the millionth time.
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I was about to turn off the lights when she suddenly grabbed my arm.
“Mommy, wait!” Her big brown eyes were wide with fear. “There’s someone in my closet.”
I sighed, thinking it was just another bedtime delay tactic.
“Sweetie, it’s just your imagination,” I said. “I promise, nothing’s in there.”
But Tia shook her head furiously.
“No, Mommy, I heard them! They’re making noises!”
I walked over to the closet and dramatically flung open the door.
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“See? Nothing but your clothes and toys,” I reassured her. “No monsters, no boogeymen, and definitely no people.”
She didn’t look convinced, but I gave her an extra kiss and left the room.
“Goodnight, pumpkin. Sweet dreams.”
As I closed the door behind me, I heard a small voice say, “But Mommy, I really heard something…”
I thought that was the end of it, but I was wrong.
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Over the next few days, Tia’s fear only grew. She’d wake up in the middle of the night, crying about the “someone” in her closet.
During the day, she refused to play in her room, always keeping one eye on that closed closet door.
At first, I kept brushing it off.
“It’s just the wind,” I’d say.
Or, “Maybe it’s the house settling.”
But deep down, I was starting to feel guilty.
Was I doing the right thing by dismissing her fears? I thought. Is this what good parents do?
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On Thursday morning, as I was getting ready for work, Tia came into my room with her favorite teddy bear trailing behind her.
“Mommy,” she said, her voice small, “can I sleep with you tonight?”
I knelt at her level.
“Honey, what’s wrong with your room?” I asked.
“The closet people…” she began. “They were talking last night.”
I felt concerned, but I pushed it aside. Looking back, I think I should have just listened to her right then.
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“Tia, we’ve talked about this,” I said. “There’s no one in your closet. It’s all in your imagination.”
“But Mommy—”
“No buts,” I cut her off, perhaps a bit too firmly. “You’re a big girl now. You need to sleep in your own bed.”
The look of disappointment on her face made my heart ache, but I stood my ground. I couldn’t let these irrational fears take hold.
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That night, as I was doing the dishes after dinner, I heard Tia talking in her room. Curious, I crept down the hallway and peeked through the crack in her door.
She was sitting on her bed, facing the closet.
“Mr. Closet Person,” she said, “please go away. You’re scaring me.”
I almost went in to hug her, but I don’t know what stopped me. Maybe it was denial, or maybe I just didn’t want to admit that my daughter’s fears might be more than just childish imagination.
Then came the night that turned my world upside down.
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It was Friday, and I was getting Tia ready for bed. That’s when she just broke down.
“Please don’t make me sleep here,” she sobbed, clinging to my leg. “It’s real, Mommy. I hear it. They talk and buzz and move around.”
My heart broke seeing her so terrified.
“Okay, okay, I’ll check. But there’s nothing to be afraid of, okay?”
Tia nodded but didn’t let go of my hand as we walked to her closet. I took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob.
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“See? Mommy’s not scared at all,” I said, trying to sound braver than I felt.
I swung the door open and looked inside, but couldn’t see anything strange. I was about to turn to Tia when I heard something. It was a weird, faint buzzing sound.
“Did you hear that, Mommy?” Tia whispered, tightening her grip on my hand.
“It’s probably just the pipes,” I said. “Or my phone?”
But then I realized the buzzing was coming from inside the wall.
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I pressed my ear against it, and the sound got louder. It wasn’t mechanical. It was alive… like something was in there.
“Tia, honey,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm, “why don’t we have a sleepover in Mommy’s room tonight?”
Her face lit up with relief, and she nodded eagerly.
That night, Tia slept soundly next to me for the first time in days. Meanwhile, I kept thinking of that weird sound.
What if there really was something inside her wall? I thought. Had I been ignoring a potential danger all this time?
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The next morning, I called an exterminator while Tia was having breakfast. They said they could come by that afternoon, so I spent the morning trying to distract Tia with games and TV shows. All the while, that buzzing sound kept echoing in my head.
It was around 3 p.m. when the exterminator, Mike, arrived. I led him straight to Tia’s room and explained what was wrong. Then, he took out some tools and started examining the wall.
After a few minutes, Mike turned to me with a serious look.
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“Ma’am, you’ve got a pretty serious situation here.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
That’s when Mike pointed to a small crack near the baseboard.
“See this?” he looked at me. “You’ve got a massive beehive in there. These bees have probably been active for a while.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. In the walls?” I was shocked. “How did we not notice this before?”
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“Bees can be sneaky,” he began. “They probably found a small opening and set up shop. But I’ve got to tell you, in all my years of doing this job, I’ve never seen a hive this big behind a wall. It’s honestly impressive.”
“Impressive?” I repeated, feeling a bit faint.
“Oh yeah,” Mike said enthusiastically. “From the sound of it, this colony is huge. It’s a good thing you called when you did. Any longer and they might have broken through into the room.”
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As Mike explained the removal process, all I could think about was how I’d dismissed Tia’s fears for days. My little girl had been telling the truth all along, and I hadn’t believed her.
Mike left, promising to return tomorrow for the removal process. Later that night, I sat Tia down for a talk.
“Honey,” I began, “I owe you a big apology.”
“For what, Mommy?” Tia asked, confused.
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I took a deep breath.
“For not believing you about the noises in your closet. You were right all along. There were… well, not people, but bees living in the wall.”
“Bees?” Tia asked, looking at me with wide eyes. “Like, buzzy bees?”
“Yes, buzzy bees,” I nodded. “A whole lot of them. And I’m so sorry I didn’t listen to you sooner. I should have—”
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“It’s okay, Mommy. I forgive you,” Tia interrupted and hugged me tightly.
“I’ll never ignore you like that again, I promise,” I said as tears trickled down my cheeks. “From now on, if something scares you or worries you, I want you to tell me, okay? No matter what it is.”
“Okay, Mommy,” Tia nodded.
We’re staying in the guest room now, waiting for Mike and his team to clear out the hive. It’ll take a few days, but I’m grateful I called the exterminators on time.
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I wonder what would’ve happened if the bees had broken into Tia’s room. It would’ve been a nightmare.
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