As I stared at the screen, my heart pounded in my chest. There, in the dim glow of Emily’s yellow nightlight, the camera captured something that didn’t make sense. My mind raced to rationalize what I was seeing, but my instincts screamed otherwise.
In the footage, the blankets on Emily’s bed were slowly but unmistakably shifting. At first, it was just a subtle movement, as if someone was adjusting their position in their sleep. I told myself it could be Emily, but she was lying still, her little form barely visible under the comforter.
Then, there it was—a distinct indentation next to Emily, as if an invisible weight had settled beside her. My breath caught, and for a moment, I thought I could see the outline of a body under the covers, spooning her, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
