It sang to me every single night for many years and it helped me sleep. It began when I was five, after my mother's funeral. She jumped out of the window one night and we did not know why. My father told me she was mad. 

I believed him. But I cried and cried all day long until I heard that voice. It soothed me. Sometimes, it spoke to me. I grew dependent on it.

Then, one day, when I was nine, my father walked into the lake at the mouth of our street and drowned. I saw him walk into the lake as if he were in a trance. 

I saw him walk until he disappeared. They blamed depression.

The singing stopped that night. I never heard it again.

Fifteen years later, I'm finally moving to another house and leaving behind the ghosts of my past...

But, I believe it will never be that easy...