One night, while texting in my living room, my toddler son Jack began waving at his baby monitor. When I reviewed the footage, I discovered a chilling voice speaking to my child, turning my world upside down. What I uncovered forced me to confront the dangers lurking in our most trusted technologies—and in my own home.
I never imagined a cheap weekend hideaway would lead me to a secret that still haunts my dreams. The night Madeline and I stayed at that rundown motel, I uncovered a hidden room beneath our bed—one that revealed more about myself and the darkness lurking in forgotten places than I ever wanted to know. Now, I can’t help but wonder: how many secrets like this are hiding just below the surface, waiting for someone to pull back the covers?
