Not Daddy Anymore

We were a typical family until my daughter whispered to my wife that I wasn't her daddy

anymore. It started with her staring at doors in the night, claiming someone

was watching. Imaginary monsters, I thought. Then one gripping night,

she pleaded with me to stay her daddy. I chuckled, thinking it was just a child's fear.

The next morning, she blew me a kiss as I left for work. But hours later, a chilling call

from home—just breathing. I rushed back to find my wife speechless, clutching a baby monitor recording.

Our daughter, in the dark, whispering to someone unseen. Her final,

haunting words before static: He's not daddy anymore. We called the police, searched everywhere;