I was babysitting for my sister. At 3 a.m., her baby monitor lit up.

The monitor crackled softly in the corner of the nursery. Micah was fast asleep, wrapped snugly in his sleep sack,

his chest rising and falling with tiny, peaceful breaths. I was in the hallway, folding laundry, when I heard it.

A whisper.

“He’s not okay.”

It wasn’t loud. In fact, it was so faint I almost convinced myself I’d imagined it. But the sound sent ice down my spine.

I froze, staring at the monitor screen as if it could explain what I’d just heard. My heart thudded against my ribs. The house was silent — too silent.

No creaks. No movement. Just the echo of that chilling voice in my mind.

Without thinking, I snatched up my phone and called Irina.

I didn’t even get halfway through my panicked retelling before she cut in.

“Take my son and run to the car. Lock it and call 911!”

I didn’t ask questions. I didn’t waste a second. I grabbed Micah from the crib — still warm and drowsy — and bolted down the stairs barefoot. My mind was spinning. Had someone broken in? Was it some sort of glitch? Or something far worse?

The night air smacked me in the face as I stumbled out the door, my adrenaline pushing me forward. I strapped Micah into his seat, my hands trembling so hard I could barely get the buckle closed. Then I locked the doors, curled my fingers around the phone, and dialed 911.

“Ma’am, stay calm. Officers are on their way,” the dispatcher said gently.

But calm wasn’t even in the realm of possibility. I stared at the house, half-expecting a figure to appear in the window. Every shadow twisted into something sinister. Every second stretched impossibly long.

Red and blue lights finally washed over the driveway. Two officers with flashlights moved toward the front door, one more approached my car and knocked on the window.

“Are you okay? Is anyone else inside?”

“Just me and the baby,” I whispered, gripping the wheel like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.

They moved inside. Ten long minutes passed before one of them returned.

“No signs of forced entry. Doors and windows are locked from the inside. But we’ll check again to be sure.”

I nodded, still too rattled to speak.

Then Irina pulled into the driveway, looking like she’d aged five years in five minutes. She flew out of the car and pulled Micah into her arms like she was afraid he’d vanish.

“We need to tell them,” she said quietly. “All of it.”

She recounted everything — how her ex, Dorian, had started stalking her. The calls, the messages, the sudden appearances in public places.

She’d filed for a restraining order. But then last week, someone had tried to break into the house. No proof it was him, but in her gut, she knew.

The officers exchanged a look.

“Did he ever have access to the baby monitor?”

Irina’s breath caught. “He gave it to us when Micah was born. I didn’t even think—”

“We’ll confiscate it,” one of them said, already jotting something down. “If he had remote access, we’ll find out.”

Hours passed. Statements were taken. The police left. But neither of us slept.

By morning, the detectives confirmed it — Dorian had installed remote access to the monitor’s camera and mic. They traced the activity. He’d been watching.

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