Desperate to understand, they installed a baby monitor in Lily’s room. Perhaps the footage would explain the strange bond they could not.
What they saw disturbed them. The nursery, once a place of peace, now filled with low growls—sounds so unlike Whiskers it sent chills down their spines. At night, they often found him stationed by the crib, eyes glowing with an intensity impossible to ignore. His growls erupted whenever anyone drew near.
But there were other noises too. Strange, soft sounds crept through the monitor, mingling with Whiskers’ growls. Each night, Julian and Jennifer studied the recordings, their unease deepening. The safety they had sought with the camera was replaced with growing dread.
Then, one night, a faint and unsettling sound joined the chorus. Jennifer shook Julian awake, panic etched in her face. Together, they strained to listen, hearts racing.
When they entered Lily’s room, Whiskers stood rigid, eyes locked on a shadowed corner. His body tensed, growls rising as if warning them of something unseen lurking in the darkness.
Fear clenched them both. What threat hid there? Was Whiskers guarding them—or warning them?
Days passed, but the pattern held. Whiskers never left Lily’s side, the eerie noises continued, and his eyes remained fixed on that same corner. The monitor captured it all, chilling evidence of his relentless watch.
Finally, one evening, they could bear it no longer. Determined to face the mystery, they entered Lily’s room together. As always, Whiskers stood by the crib, gaze locked on the corner, his growls sharp and unrelenting.