The Baby Monitor Laughed Back at Me

Static crackled from the baby monitor. My daughter’s room was silent, but I heard a low, guttural giggle—too deep for a child. I froze, every hair on my arms standing up. I watched the monitor’s screen: empty crib, moonlight pooling on the floor. The laugh came again, closer, layered with words I couldn’t quite catch. I pressed my ear to the wall. Nothing. When I opened her door, she was asleep, untouched. But the monitor’s red light blinked, recording. I played it back. My own voice, distorted, whispered: “I see you.” I haven’t slept since. #ParanormalEncounter #TrueHorror #SleepWithTheLightsOn #Spirituality