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My Missing Wife Spoke Through the Baby Monitor—Then Something Behind Me Spoke Too · MYSTERY & HORROR STORIES

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  My wife had been missing for eleven days when
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  her voice came through the baby monitor. She
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  told me not to turn around. Our daughter was
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  asleep against my chest. Behind my chair, someone
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  was breathing. I kept my eyes on the monitor.
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  Its little green light flickered, then my wife
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  whispered again, whatever it asks, don't give
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  it the baby. Eleven days earlier, Hannah had
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  disappeared between our bedroom and the nursery.
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  That was the only way I could describe it. At
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  2 .17 in the morning, she got up to check on
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  Sophie. I heard her cross the landing. Then I
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  heard the nursery door close. When I followed
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  her, the room was empty, except for our daughter.
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  The window was locked from inside. The police
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  searched the house, the garden, and the fields
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  behind it. They asked about our marriage. They
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  asked whether Hannah had been depressed. They
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  asked why I'd waited 40 minutes before calling.
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  I never told them what I had done during those
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  40 minutes. I had been listening to her knock,
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  not from the nursery. From somewhere underneath
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  its floor, by the time the officers arrived,
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  it had stopped. Eleven nights later, her voice
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  was coming from the monitor, and something stood
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  behind me that spoke with my wife's voice too.
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  Sophie stirred against my chest on the monitor,
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  began to cry. Don't let her hear the baby. I
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  held my daughter closer. Breathing, Jaime stopped.
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  Then the thing asked why. I wouldn't fall asleep.
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  My voice sounded remarkably ordinary. That frightened
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  me almost as much as anything else. A floorboard
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  creaked. The same board Hannah always stepped
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  over because of the baby. This thing had stepped
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  directly on it. The monitor whispered. Ask her
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  what we called Sophie before she was born. I
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  asked. The answer came immediately. Little bird.
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  Was right my stomach dropped through the monitor
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  Hannah something I could barely understand It
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  knows what you know the thing behind me laughs
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  softly. Who are you talking today? I looked at
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  the monitor screen It was an old model with sound
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  but no camera. I could hear Hannah breathing
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  through it. Then I heard another sound Three
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  faint knocks. I remembered sitting on the nursery
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  floor 11 nights earlier pressing my ear against
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  the boards three knocks three more Behind my
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  chair, the thing moved closer. Its hands settled
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  on my shoulder. Fingers were cold and wet. Give
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  it to me. It's set. You look exhausted, and I
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  spoke quickly. The receiver in your hand isn't
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  connected to the nursery. I stared at it. Of
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  course it was. I bought the set myself. I told
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  it I needed Sophie's bottle. I could see its
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  reflection approaching in the dark microwave
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  door. My wife's nightdress. My wife's hair. But
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  its head was tilted backward. as though listening
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  to something on the ceiling. The cupboard beneath
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  the stairs stood between the sitting room and
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  the kitchen. As I passed it, three knocks sounded
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  from inside. The thing stopped. The first time,
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  its voice changed, and it whispered that she
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  could hear me. I reached for the cupboard handle.
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  The thing seized my wrist. Its grip was painfully
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  strong. Sophie woke. She lifted her head from
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  my chest, looked over my shoulder, smiled, and
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  released me. Something made a small, wounded
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  sound. Mama Sophie said, Her first word, the
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  thing began to sop, pulled the cupboard open,
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  and Aleph folded behind the vacuum cleaner. Her
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  lips were cracked. Her nightdress was filthy.
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  She held those measures in this trance man, and
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  Sophie woke. She lifted her head from my chest,
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  looked over my shoulder, and something made a
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  small, wounded sound. Sophie said, her first
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  word, and Aleph were not dead.