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Ithoughtmylittlebrothertalkedinhissleep.Everynightat2AM,Iheardhimwhispering.Onenighthesaidmyname.Iopenedhisdoor.Hewassleep…butthewhisperingcamefromthecloset.Iopenedit.Nothing.WhenIturnedback,hewassittingup,staring.“Whydidyouopenit?”heasked.“Openwhat?”Hepointedbehindme.Inavoicethatwasn’this,hesaid,“Nowitknowsyoucanseeit.”Thelightswentout.Thenextmorningmomsaid,“Youdon’thaveabrother.”😨