She thought it was just a child’s imagination—until the night proved otherwise.
I pushed open his door, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure whoever—or whatever—was inside could hear it. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of his nightlight. My son was sitting up in bed, clutching his blanket, eyes fixed on the corner of the room. “Mommy…” he whispered, pointing. At…
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