I tried to stay calm in front of the teacher, but inside I felt something drop. “It’s just imagination,” I said quickly, but my daughter shook her head. “No, he’s real,” she said. “He only comes at night.” That night, I didn’t sleep. I stayed awake, listening to every sound in the house. Around 3 AM, I heard something upstairs. Not loud. Just a slow movement. I grabbed my phone and walked up the stairs, step by step. When I reached the hallway… I saw the door to my bedroom slightly open. I know I closed it before. I pushed it open slowly… and for a second, I thought I saw something move near the window. But when I turned on the light… there was nothing there. Except one thing. The window was unlocked.
Would you stay in that house another night?
