My Five Year Old Asked About A Man Who Visits At Night And I Set Up A Camera

the time I made myself get up and walk down the hall, Ellie’s room was quiet and her window was closed and there was nothing in the yard that I could see from the doorway. But her curtains were moving. A slow, deliberate drift, as though something had recently disturbed the air near the glass. There was no wind. Not a breath of it through any opening continue reading …