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For three weeks my daughter Mia repeated the same unusual sentence every night before going to sleep.
The door was closed. The movement inside the room stopped.
I opened the door quietly. Mia was still asleep. The mattress looked completely normal. But something felt wrong.
I crouched beside the bed and lifted the blanket slightly to check the mattress surface. Nothing unusual. The fabric looked smooth and flat.
Then I remembered the camera angle. It wasn’t pointing directly at the top of the mattress.
It was pointing at the side. Slowly, my eyes moved toward the lower edge of the bed frame.
That’s when I saw it. The mattress wasn’t sitting evenly on the frame anymore. One corner had shifted upward. As if something beneath it was wedged between the mattress and the wooden slats.
“Mia,” I whispered.
She stirred slightly.
“What’s wrong, Mom?”
I tried to keep my voice calm.
“Sweetheart… did anyone come into your room tonight?”
“No.”
“Did you hear anything?”
She shook her head sleepily. I slid my hand under the edge of the mattress.
And touched something that definitely wasn’t part of the bed.
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