Daddy, I'm Behind You

The old baby monitor crackled to life at exactly 2:17 AM. "Daddy?"

a small voice whispered. Evan froze in bed. His daughter was asleep beside him, had been all night.

Heart pounding, he reached for the monitor, expecting static. "Daddy," the voice

said again, closer now. "I'm scared." Evan forced himself to speak.

"Sweetheart, where are you?" There was a pause, then a soft giggle. "In my room," the

voice replied. "Under the bed." Relief washed over him. The monitor must

be picking up something strange. He stood, carried the device down the hall,

and pushed open his daughter's bedroom door. The room was empty. The closet door