Chapter 4: The Camera in the Corner
I mounted it high in the corner of Emily’s room.
Not to spy. Not to frighten her. Just so I could sleep again.
That night, everything looked normal. Emily lay in the center of the mattress, one arm around her stuffed rabbit, her breathing slow and steady beneath the blanket.
No movement.
No shadows.
No strange sounds.
For the first time in days, I felt foolish. Maybe Daniel was right. Maybe I had taken one child’s sleepy words and turned them into something darker than they were.
I went to bed telling myself that fear can become a room of its own if you keep feeding it.
But at 2:00 a.m., I woke up thirsty.
The house was silent. Daniel was asleep. I walked into the living room, picked up my phone, and opened the camera.
Just once.
And my lungs forgot how to work… Continue Reading ⬇️
