My wife and I were staying in an old motel with our baby.

Around 3 a.m., I heard a cold whisper in the room. It said, “Now, we’re finally even! You’ll suffer as I have!”  Panicked, I got up and turned on the light.

My wife was still sleeping, but when I ran to my baby’s crib, I found it covered in white feathers, hundreds of them! We’d arrived late at the hotel, and I wondered if the feathers had already been there, but my wife later assured me they hadn’t.

I got distracted by those feathers for a moment, but then I froze when I saw his sleeping position had changed—his head was now facing the door, though I was sure that wasn’t how we’d put him down.

When I woke my wife, we discovered a note placed between us on the bed that read, “Your baby should sleep between you.”

My wife started shaking, and we got in the car and left the hotel immediately, never looking back.