My son once said, “Mommy, a big man comes to my room at night. Tell him to go.” I brushed it off. Weeks later, I woke up at 3 a.m. to a noise from his room. I ran there and found him sitting on his bed, staring out the window and talking to himself. I glanced over and saw what looked like a human figure standing in the lit-up room of the apartment across the street.
My heart pounded, but when I looked closer, I realized it was just the arrangement of a lamp and furniture casting a shadow that resembled a person. I exhaled in relief and sat beside my son, reassuring him no one was coming into his room. As he drifted off to sleep, I took one final look, ensuring it was just a trick of the light.
