I bolted up the stairs, threw open her bedroom door, and lunged for the crib.
The room was empty. She was sleeping alone. No one was there. Relieved, I sighed and looked down at the monitor I was still clutching in my hand.On the screen, the hand was still there, waving at me!
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I was sitting in the living room, finally enjoying a moment of silence after putting my daughter to bed. I had the baby monitor on the coffee table next to me.
Suddenly, I heard a soft, rasping voice come through the speaker...
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It was singing a lullaby I didn't recognize.
I froze. My heart hammered against my ribs as I looked at the grainy black-and-white screen. I saw my daughter sleeping peacefully, but then I saw itβa hand reaching through the bars of the crib, stroking her hair.