When my five-year-old daughter woke me up whispering about a scratching sound under the floor, I thought it was just a dream. But the sounds were real. They led me to the basement, where a missing padlock and an ominous figure emerging from the dark turned my life upside down.
“Mommy, Mommy!” A tiny hand shook my shoulder.
“Please, wake up.”
I forced my eyes open and turned toward my daughter’s voice.
Josie was staring at me, her eyes wide with fear, clutching her stuffed bunny like it could protect her.
“What’s wrong, honey?” I muttered.
“Mommy, I hear scratching… and thudding under the floor. I’m scared.”
I glanced at the time: 2:40 a.m.
The house was quiet.
The peace of the wind in the trees was broken by the faint hum of the fridge down the hall.
“Scratching and thudding?” I asked. “Like the way a mouse scratches? Maybe the thudding was something falling over in the basement.”
She shook her head, certain of herself.
“No, Mommy. It sounded like… like a monster!”
My husband was out of town for a three-day work trip. He works as an accountant for a furniture company and travels around once a month.
His absences had never bugged Josie before, so I dismissed that as the source of her anxiety.
I’d stayed up late finishing a client campaign for my social media marketing business… maybe she’d heard me moving around in her sleep?
That could’ve triggered a nightmare.
No… the fear in Josie’s eyes was very real and my instincts told me I shouldn’t dismiss it.
“Okay, sweetie, I’ll snuggle with you until you fall asleep again.”
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