When my son called me in a panic saying his mom was screaming and unknown voices were laughing in our house, I raced home fearing the worst. But nothing could’ve prepared me for what was going on in my bedroom.My day started perfectly normal. I was clicking away at my desk, trying to look for a missing file, when my phone started buzzing with a text. I glanced briefly and realized it was Luke, my eight-year-old kid. Turns out, he had already tried to call me around 10 times.
That was odd. Kids these days hate talking on the phone, so I was already freaked out when I called him back.”Daddy, please come home!! Mom is screaming!” “Slow down, buddy. What’s happening?” “Daddy, I don’t know what to do. I just came home and now I hear mom screaming in her room!””Why didn’t you go into her room?” I asked. “I’m too scared to go inside. I hear other voices in there!” “Okay, okay! Stay in your room. Lock the door! I’ll call your mom,” I said, trying not to panic, and hung up.
