Our Baby Was Sleeping Peacefully… Until I Realized Who Was Standing Beside the Crib (3 of 3)

Then I heard it — the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. I looked through the blinds. My husband was just arriving home. He got out of the car, yawning, carrying a paper cup of coffee.

My legs nearly gave out.

He came inside minutes later, his face pale when he saw me. “What’s wrong?” he asked, seeing the panic in my eyes.

I didn’t answer. I just showed him the monitor feed I’d recorded on my phone — that gray silhouette by the crib, his own unmistakable figure. He stared at it for a long time, his hand trembling. “That’s… not me,” he whispered.

We barely slept that night. The next morning, I checked the footage again — and the recording was gone. Just static.

Since then, every night feels heavier. The nursery door creaks on its own. The baby sometimes wakes up laughing at nothing.

My husband doesn’t go out at night anymore. And I… I stopped checking the monitor. Because some things, once you’ve seen them, you can never unsee.