My daughter had always been a little sleep-talker, mumbling the occasional word here or there. But one night, when she was just two years old, I overheard something that sent a chill down my spine. Her usual sleepy murmurs turned into what sounded like an actual conversation, as though she was talking to someone unseen.
She was tossing and turning, her little brow furrowed, and I could tell she was disturbed by something. Suddenly, I heard a voice—a child’s voice. But it wasn’t hers. It was faint, yet distinct and undeniably real, clear enough to make me freeze. The voice said, “Yeah!”—as though responding to a question or offering some kind of encouragement.
A moment later, my daughter, her voice tiny yet frustrated, let out a drawn-out “Nooooo,” as if she were arguing with this invisible friend, maybe insisting that it was time to sleep while the other wanted to play. I stayed still, watching her, my heart pounding as I listened to this surreal exchange, wondering if I had truly heard what I thought I did.
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