My son once told me, “Mommy, a big man comes into my room at night.” “Tell him to go.” I brushed it off.
Weeks later, I awoke at 3 a.m. to a commotion in his room. I rushed there and found him sitting on his bed, looking out the window and talking to himself.
I peered across the street and saw what appeared to be a human figure standing in the apartment’s lit-up room.
My pulse raced, but when I looked closer, I saw it was only the arrangement of a lamp and furniture casting a shadow that resembled a human.
I breathed with satisfaction and sat alongside my kid, telling him that no one was entering his room.
As he fell asleep, I took one more glance to ensure it was merely a trick of the light.
