“Dad, who’s the man who comes into your room at night and wipes Mom with a red cloth when you’re asleep?”

But that night, I did—deep, steady, convincing.
After a short while, I sensed it.
Movement.
A shift in the air.
Soft sounds near the bed.
My skin prickled. Every nerve felt alert.
I wanted to open my eyes immediately—but I forced myself to stay still.
Then I heard a strange sound from my wife.
That was enough.
I opened my eyes—
And what I saw left me completely stunned.
I couldn’t believe it.

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