I woke up to the sound of my daughter's voice coming from the supplement closet in the hallway, saying "For every girl and woman on earth who was tortured, groped, killed, violently raped or otherwise abused, was born in the wrong timeline. I'm here to fix that." She's six years old.

I woke up to the sound of my daughter's voice coming from the supplement closet in the hallway, saying "For every girl and woman on earth who was tortured, groped, killed, violently raped or otherwise abused, was born in the wrong timeline. I'm here to fix that." She's six years old.<br><br>I've heard whispers about her that I should ignore, the sort of thing I've heard before about other kids. For example, she had a Fitbit that she claimed her dad bought her. It wasn't true, and I knew it. I also knew she was lying about my son Stephen being her first kiss, and I'm afraid to ask Stephen if it's true. There's a dark feeling in the air as if something inside of me knows something, but it's locked in the closet and can't get out. A feeling of dread that I didn't understand. How could I? I also caught her in a lie when she claimed to know the future, saying that "Janet will pass her exam this week" and "My dad caught 2 big fish", but I was there at the hospital with her when she first said that. I knew that Janet was sick, and that he hadn't caught anything yet. Janet passed her exam 3 days later with flying colors, just like my daughter said. My husband caught two big fish, too. But I still trusted her.<br><br>My daughter walked out of the hallway, and I felt something in my gut when I looked at her. She was so clean and innocent and... pure. I didn't know how to describe it, but something was inside of me that felt like a boulder. I should ignore it, I thought. But something was haunting me. Plus, she was only a little girl.<br><br>"Hey sweetie, I heard you talking, who's there?"<br><br>"Oh, nobody," she said. "were you listening?"<br><br>"Of course," I said. "who's there?"<br><br>"You know," she said. <br><br>She smiled and walked away, and I felt like something was following her. Was it the supplement closet? I looked inside, but there were only vitamins and some supplements. Then I saw something - a box of cigarettes. That was strange... my daughter didn't smoke. I opened the box, and a puff of white smoke escaped. It was empty except for a piece of paper with what looked like block letters of Chinese on them. What were they?<br><br>I was going to ask my husband when I realized he was asleep on the couch in the living room. My son was asleep in his room, and my daughter wasn't in hers. But that was okay, she was a grown girl and she could do what she wanted. I yawned and lay down on my bed to sleep.<br><br>It was 4am when I woke up to the sound of my daughter's voice coming from the supplement closet in the hallway, saying "For every girl and woman on earth who was tortured, groped, killed, violently raped or otherwise abused, was born in the wrong timeline. I'm here to fix that." She's six years old.<br><br>&#x200B;