Six months after Alice’s death, he was barely holding it together—raising their 2-year-old daughter, Doreen alone, living in a haze of grief and sleepless nights.

Then came the feeling. That he was being watched. At first, he blamed the exhaustion but it kept happening.

One night, the baby monitor flickered. Static. Movement.

A figure stood by the crib—long tangled hair, face in shadow… glowing eyes like moons. It looked just like Alice.

You ran upstairs—nothing. Just your daughter, asleep.

But she was ice cold, then she babbled.

Doreen: Mama..