Whispers in the Nursery

Their baby monitor crackled at two AM. Normal baby sounds, then silence.

But Sarah heard something else. A low whisper threading through the static. "Don't worry."

Her blood turned to ice. She grabbed her husband's arm, both of them frozen

in bed, staring at the glowing screen. Their six month old daughter cooed

softly in the darkness. Then that voice again, closer to the microphone now.

"I'm already here." They sprinted down the hallway, hearts exploding. Burst through the

nursery door. The room was empty except for their sleeping baby. But the rocking

chair in the corner was still moving. Back and forth. Back and forth. The monitor in their