A baby pressed his face against the wall every hour, always in the same place. His father thought it was just a phase. But when the child finally spoke, he uttered three words that shed light on everything. And the truth was absolutely terrifying.

David’s blood ran cold. The baby monitor, of course. With trembling fingers, he rummaged through the old videos saved online. File after file was gone. Only one recording remained, dating back eight months. His cursor hung above it. Did he really want to see this? He pressed play.

The screen came alive in grainy black and white. A tall woman, dressed in a black sweater, entered the room. She was moving like a predator, too calm, abnormally calm. Ethan was playing on the floor with his colored blocks. The woman approached. And then everything changed. The exact second she approached, Ethan froze like prey. Every muscle in her little body stiffens.

Then, in a movement dictated by pure panic, he crawled to the corner and smashed his face against the wall, as if to hide, to protect himself. The woman stood there, watching, waiting. And David’s soul was broken. She smiles. Not a human smile. A smile belonging to nightmares.

But what followed was even worse. Amelie approached the corner where Ethan was hiding. She leaned over and whispered something directly toward the wall against which her son pressed his face. Ethan’s little body began to tremble.