Chapter 5: The Bed Wasn’t Empty
The bed was not empty anymore.
Emily was still there, curled beneath the blanket.
But she was not alone.
A small shape lay beside her, pressed close against her back.
For one frozen second, my mind refused to understand what I was seeing. Then the shape moved, and the nightlight caught a pale face, tangled hair, and two frightened eyes staring toward the camera.
It was a child.
Not a ghost. Not a dream. Not Emily’s imagination.
A little girl, maybe six or seven, wearing a sweater far too thin for winter.
My hand shook so hard I nearly dropped the phone.
I ran to Emily’s room and opened the door carefully, afraid that one loud sound might send the child bolting into the dark.
Both girls woke.
Emily blinked at me, confused.
The other child sat up with terror in her face.
“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t make me go back.”… Continue Reading ⬇️
