Why Don’t You Wave Back?

The hallway camera only turned on at night. Every morning, Mrs. Calder checked

the footage, hoping to catch the raccoon she was sure lived in her walls.

But each clip showed the same thing: an empty hallway, the door to her son’s old room closed,

dust unmoving. Until Tuesday. At 2:17 a.m., the camera flickered. The door creaked

open by itself. Something stood inside the room—too dark to see clearly—but it raised a hand

and waved slowly at the camera, like it knew it was being watched. Mrs. Calder froze

the video, heart pounding. Her son’s room had been empty for three years.

That night, she sat awake, staring down the hallway. At 2:16 a.m.,