The monitor crackled softly in the corner of the nursery. Micah was fast asleep, wrapped snugly in his sleep sack, his chest rising and falling with tiny, peaceful breaths. I was in the hallway, folding laundry, when I heard it.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t loud. In fact, it was so faint I almost convinced myself I\u2019d imagined it. But the sound sent ice down my spine. I froze, staring at the monitor screen as if it could explain what I\u2019d just heard. My heart thudded against my ribs. The house was silent \u2014 too silent. No creaks. No movement. Just the echo of that chilling voice in my mind.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t ask questions. I didn\u2019t waste a second. I grabbed Micah from the crib \u2014 still warm and drowsy \u2014 and bolted down the stairs barefoot. My mind was spinning. Had someone broken in? Was it some sort of glitch? Or something far worse?<\/p>\n
The night air smacked me in the face as I stumbled out the door, my adrenaline pushing me forward. I strapped Micah into his seat, my hands trembling so hard I could barely get the buckle closed. Then I locked the doors, curled my fingers around the phone, and dialed 911. Read more bekow<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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