I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”

I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.

The grinning face stared at me from the darkness beyond my bedroom window. I live on the 14th floor.

There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.

You get home, tired after a long day’s work and ready for a relaxing night alone. You reach for the light switch, but another hand is already there.

You hear your mom calling you into the kitchen. As you are heading down the stairs you hear a whisper from the closet saying “Don’t go down there honey, I heard it too.”

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