The End of Us All

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The next day, I head to the gadget store after work to pick up a small camera for John's room. I then synced it to my computer and set it up in the far corner so it over looks his entire room. 

Every morning for three weeks after that, I would fast forward through the video when I got to work. It was same thing over and over. John goes to bed, he rolls around for a bit, cries for his mum once or twice and then it's morning. 

I was getting bored of it and was thinking about taking the camera down and returning it to get my money back. 

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It's 6:00 Monday morning and I'm sitting in my office chair groggily sipping on the stale coffee from the staff room. My boss wanted me to come in early and I was not happy. 

Because it was so early, I forgot to watch John's video until my lunch break. As I was zooming through it, something caught my eye. 

At 2:00 this morning, a tall and lanky shadowy figure with dull red glowing eyes and long claw like hands, emerges from John's closet, glides over to his crib, picks him up and disappears back into the closet. 

Then about 10 minutes later to my horror, a small toddler like being walks out of the closet, slides on a pair of John's pajamas and climbs into his crib. He does all this, after he looks straight into the camera with its blood red glowing eyes, and almost seems to smile.  

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I slowly roll away from my desk. My face as pale as a ghost and I'm trembling. 

Whatever I left my wife with, is not my son.