My 5-Year-Old Mentioned a Nighttime Visitor Named “Mr. Tom” — So I Set Up a Camera to Understand What She Meant

her window, hoping to reassure myself. Instead, the footage showed Ellie sitting up in bed, speaking softly toward the glass. Near the window stood a shadowed figure, still and unmistakably real. Panic took over. I rushed into her room to find the window slightly open and Ellie upset that I had frightened “Mr. Tom.” Outside, I saw a man walking slowly continue reading …