I Installed a Baby Monitor in My Son’s Room and Got Scared When I Saw Movement

He looks healthy.”

I nodded, but my stomach knotted.

Because my gut was screaming something was off.

The first weird night, it was around 1 a.m.

I’d just put him down. I watched him fall asleep. I double-checked the windows, the outlet covers, everything.

I flopped on the couch with my laptop and the cheap audio baby monitor on the coffee table.
Ten minutes later, I heard it.

A soft rustling.

Then a tiny giggle.

Not the half-asleep baby sigh.

A full little giggle, like someone had just played peekaboo.

I paused Netflix and listened.

Rustle. Thump. Another giggle.

My heart rate spiked.

I went down the hall, opened his door fast, ready to… I don’t even know what.

Nothing.