“The Midnight Caretaker”<\/b><\/p>\n
Kendall\u2019s heart pounded as she lay frozen in bed, ears straining to make sense of the hushed murmurs coming from Michael\u2019s room. She clutched the blanket, her breath shallow.<\/p>\n
*Who\u2019s in there?*<\/p>\n
Slowly, she sat up, her pulse quickening. The house was dark except for the faint glow of the nightlight in Michael\u2019s room. The soft, rhythmic creak of the rocking chair sent a chill down her spine.<\/p>\n
Someone was **in there** with her baby.<\/p>\n
Swallowing her fear, Kendall slid out of bed, creeping toward the door. She pressed herself against the wall, inching forward until she could see into the room.<\/p>\n
And then\u2014she saw **her.**<\/p>\n
A woman sat in the rocking chair, cradling Michael in her arms. She hummed a lullaby, one that sounded strangely familiar, like a song from a distant memory.<\/p>\n
Kendall\u2019s breath caught in her throat. The woman was dressed in an old-fashioned nightgown, her silver hair twisted into a loose bun. She rocked Michael gently, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.<\/p>\n
The moment Kendall gasped, the woman turned her head. Their eyes met.<\/p>\n
Kendall\u2019s knees nearly buckled.<\/p>\n
It was her **grandmother.**<\/p>\n
Her **dead** grandmother.<\/p>\n
“Shh, sweetheart,” the woman whispered. “You need your rest.”<\/p>\n
Kendall\u2019s voice trembled. “Grandma?”<\/p>\n
A warm, gentle smile spread across the woman\u2019s face. “You were so tired, my darling. I had to help.”<\/p>\n
Tears welled in Kendall\u2019s eyes. Her grandmother had passed years ago, yet here she was\u2014tending to Michael as if she had never left.<\/p>\n
Kendall took a shaky step forward. “You\u2019ve been feeding him? Changing him?”<\/p>\n
Her grandmother nodded. “Only when you needed me to. But you\u2019re stronger now. You\u2019ll be okay.”<\/p>\n
Kendall wiped at her tears, a deep sense of comfort settling over her. She stepped closer, reaching out\u2014only for her grandmother\u2019s form to begin fading like mist in the morning light.<\/p>\n
“Wait!” Kendall whispered, but her grandmother simply smiled one last time.<\/p>\n
“Take care of him, sweetheart. And take care of **yourself.**”<\/p>\n
And with that, she was gone.<\/p>\n
Kendall looked down at Michael, still peacefully sleeping in his crib, unaware of the love that had watched over him from beyond.<\/p>\n
That night, for the first time since Michael was born, Kendall slept deeply\u2014knowing she was never truly alone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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