The figure was tall and moved with an unsettling grace, as if he were used to being unnoticed. He wore a dark hoodie, the hood pulled over his head, obscuring his face. Samantha’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched the stranger reach into the crib and gently run a finger along Oliver’s leg, leaving behind the red marks that had been haunting her thoughts for weeks.
She could feel the bile rising in her throat as the footage continued to play. The stranger lingered for a moment, observing the sleeping child with an unnerving intensity. Then, just as silently as he had entered, he slipped out of the room, leaving the nursery door ajar.
Samantha’s mind raced, trying to comprehend what she had just witnessed. Who was this person? How did they have access to the house? Her instincts screamed at her to call the police, to alert Emily and Daniel, but she hesitated, unsure of what exactly she could say. Her thoughts were jumbled, panic threatening to overtake her rationality.
