“I’ve been in the dark long enough to know… the scariest thing isn’t monsters… it’s losing proof you ever existed.”
I’m a primary school teacher.
I don’t confuse things.
I remember everything.
So when I say my daughter is real…
you need to believe me.
Her name is Ellie.
Eighteen months old.
She turns when I sing.
Every time.
That’s how I know.
Because she knows me.
Then one morning—
She was gone.
Not missing.
Erased.
Her room… empty.
Like no one had ever lived there.
I asked my