The stranger’s silhouette was barely distinguishable in the dim light, but one thing was clear: this was an adult, not a curious child wandering in from another room. Samantha’s heart pounded as she watched the figure gently brush Oliver’s cheek with their fingers, as if checking to ensure he was deeply asleep. Then, with a deliberate slowness, the stranger lifted Oliver’s leg and pressed their thumb against his skin, exactly where Samantha had noticed the red marks.The screen in Samantha’s hand blurred as tears filled her eyes. Fear and anger rose within her as she continued to watch, her mind racing with questions. Who was this person? How did they get in? And, most importantly, why were they here?
The figure lingered for a moment longer, then retreated silently, closing the door behind them. Samantha rewound the footage, watching again to memorize every detail of the intruder — their height, the way they moved, the clothes they wore. She snapped a few screenshots, determined to show them to the authorities.
