Two Daughters in the Dark

I woke up to my daughter standing at my bedroom door at three in the morning.

She was just staring at me with this blank expression. I asked her what was wrong and she

whispered that someone was in her closet. I walked her back to her room to show her nobody was there.

When I opened the closet door my daughter was inside sleeping peacefully. I turned around

slowly. The thing that looked like my daughter was gone. Now every night

I hear two sets of footsteps in the hallway. I still don't know which one is really

my daughter.