"I believe that you believe that you saw something."
If he hadn't been holding Caleb, Gwen would've slapped him. Her fingernails dug into her palms as she attempted to hold in her temper, "Noah-"
"No, Gwen. Let me finish. I know you're scared right now. Last night was scary for all of us and you're just trying to make sense of it all. I get that."
"Noah, that's not-"
"I'll tell you what. I'll make a few phone calls and see what I can do to get the security system installed today, okay? Does that make you feel better?"
Before Gwen could answer, Noah pulled out his cell phone, and left the room. Gwen felt a chill surround her and could've sworn she heard a mocking laughter in the air.
True to his word, Noah had called a few friends to have the security system installed that morning. He had even called in sick to work which was unheard of to Gwen.
"Everything is set up. Take a look," Noah pulled out his cell phone. "We can even see what's on the camera through our phones. Pretty neat, huh?"
Gwen gave a slight nod, before sitting down on the sofa next to her daughter Harmony.
"What are you drawing Baby Bird?" Gwen asked.
Her daughter didn't answer. Instead she continued making dark heavy strokes on a blank sheet of paper. Noah stepped behind them to examine their daughter's drawing.
"Harmony, your mother asked you a question," Noah said.
Harmony still didn't answer. Instead her small hands drew two circles in the middle of the page. Gwen gasped when she realized what she was looking at. She turned to her husband who was frowning.
"Gwen what is that?" he asked again.
Harmony continued to ignore them as she left behind her black crayon and walked upstairs.
"It's him, isn't it? The man from Caleb's nursery?" Gwen whispered staring at the oil-like eyes of the shadowy figure their daughter had just drawn.
"N-No...that's...that's impossible. She probably overheard you talking about your phantoms or ghosts or whatever," Noah reasoned, his voice not as confident as before.
"No. There's something in this house and whatever it is...it's after this whole family."
"You're wrong," Noah repeated.
"What if I'm not?"
He made a sound of frustration before leaving the room.
Later that afternoon, Gwen had just put Caleb down for a nap when she began looking for Harmony.
"Baby Bird...where are you?" she opened the door to her daughter's room but it was empty. She walked to her bedroom to see her husband Noah, working on some cases. "I thought you weren't going to work today."
"I wasn't but this case is pretty important."
"Have you seen Harmony? I can't find her."
"No, I thought she was with you," Noah said absent-mindedly. "Just check the cameras."
Gwen stared at him, hands on her hips, "Why don't you, since you have your laptop open?"
She heard him curse under his breath before pulling up the feed from the security cameras. He tapped the screen of his laptop, "She's right there."
"In the hall by the basement. Wait a minute...Gwen...did you have her wear that dress on purpose?"
Gwen didn't understand what he was referring to and took a step closer to see the footage, "What the Hell?"
Harmony was wearing a dress with a sunflower print. Her hair was pulled back into two braids.
"Did you dress her like that to look like the picture from the basement?" Noah asked through clenched teeth.
"No, of course not!"
"Then why is she dressed like that?"
"How would I know? I was with Caleb," Gwen left the room to ask Harmony where she had gotten the dress and who had braided her hair. She could hear Noah right behind her.
"Don't lie to me, Gwen. If this is some kind of prank you're playing-"
They both stopped when they heard their daughter scream. They rushed into the hall to find Harmony pressed up against the wall two feet off of the ground. Her hands were at her throat and she was gasping for air.
"What the Hell is going on?" Noah shouted as his feet hurried towards his daughter.
"Harmony!" Gwen rushed forward but couldn't pull her daughter free from whatever was lifting her. Noah tried pulling his daughter away from the wall but something strong shoved him several feet down the hallway. Gwen screamed as her daughter's body was being lifted higher and higher.
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They say a picture can tell a thousand words...but what if it's sending you a message from the dead? Aspiring horror writer Gwen Coleman and her workaholic husband, Noah, have finally found their dream home and quickly move in with their young daugh...