Hide & Seek

By Jzt

The baby monitor crackled to life at 3 a.m., waking me with soft static. I squinted at the screen—my toddler was standing in her crib, staring directly into the camera.

"Mama,"

she whispered, her voice oddly deep. I stumbled to her room, heart pounding, but she was fast asleep when I got there, curled up under her blanket. Relieved, I chalked it up to a dream and went back to bed.

The next night, it happened again. Same time, same eerie stare, same chilling

"Mama."

But this time, the monitor showed her room empty when I checked—her crib untouched, her blanket flat. I searched the house, frantic, calling her name. Then I heard it: a giggle from the monitor, still clutched in my hand. I looked at the screen. She was back in her crib, smiling wide, her eyes black as pitch. "Come find me"

she said, and the screen went dark.

I haven’t slept since.

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This one plays on the primal terror of the uncanny and the violation of something innocent turning sinister.

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