The Baby Monitor's Midnight Photos

I woke up to my baby monitor glowing at 3 AM. Static filled the screen,

then cleared to show my daughter's empty crib. My heart stopped. I lived alone and

didn't have a daughter. The camera slowly panned to face my bedroom door, and I heard footsteps

climbing the stairs. I grabbed my phone to call the police but froze when I saw my camera roll.

Hundreds of photos. All taken while I was sleeping. Each one zoomed in closer to my

face. The last photo was from tonight, taken two minutes ago.

Someone was standing right behind me in the shot. The footsteps reached my door.

The handle turned slowly. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. The door creaked