I was drunk and more than a little confused but when I turned the kid was still there. Now I didnt know much about Australians, but I thought it was in bad taste universally to bring your small CHILD to a bar and I asked the kid where his mom was at. He shook his head at me, then pointed at the far wall and said "help". For a second I thought me meant help him piss, but I realized that this is Australia and you guys do the trough/wall thing instead of the urinal thing like we have in America so it couldnt be that. Puzzling on what he wanted help with I looked at the wall and saw it was a plain ordinary wall. When I gestured to that wall and gave him a confused look, the boy simply nodded at me. So I walked over to the wall and touched it and the boy smiled. He had kinda vacant eyes, like maybe his mom wasnt watching her beer enough when he was with her, and sandy, dirty blonde hair and looked like he was anywhere from 9 to 11. Anyway I tapped the wall hard and told the kid there's nothing here. But then I heard a SCRATCH from behind the wall. not like when rats are moving or even if some of the plaster gave way on the inside of a gap in the insulation. more like something wanted out. When I looked back to ask if the kid heard it, he was gone.
needless to say, I fucking left and went back to the hotel room right that minute. Walked back to the hotel alone and fell asleep in the room with the light ON. I am not ashamed to admit it either. I drank at that bar twice more after that, but both times I convinced my friends to drink at other places first so I was already 4 shades gone by the time we get there and was too drunk to care about what was behind mystery wall number 1. I didnt see the kid there either time either. and to be honest I didnt have the balls to ask the bartender about it.