Each time, it jolted me awake.
At first, I assumed she needed help or was disoriented. But when I opened the door, the hallway was empty — dim, silent, still.
Liam tried to reassure me.
“Mom never sleeps well,” he said. “She wanders sometimes.”
But the pattern wore on my nerves. Every night, the same knocks. Every night, the same emptiness outside the door.
The Hidden Camera
After nearly a month of this, I needed answers. I bought a small camera and installed it above the bedroom door — secretly. Liam would have thought I was overreacting.