My 5-year-old daughter had always been well-behaved and obedient. She was smart, quick to learn new things, and never fussy when it came to food. But recently, something strange started happening that I couldn’t explain.
Every time it was time for dinner, she’d refuse to sit at the table like she always did. Instead, she would take her plate and walk straight to the bathroom. There, she had set up a small chair in front of the mirror, locked herself inside, and only then would she begin to eat. After finishing, she’d come out as if nothing was out of the ordinary, with an empty plate in hand. It wasn’t like her to go in there to play or sit—yet, the bathroom had suddenly become the only place where she would eat.
At first, I brushed it off, thinking it was just a phase. “She’s probably just playing some game,” I thought. But when this continued every day for an entire month, I started to get worried.
The thought crossed my mind: What if something is wrong?
I tried talking to her, asking why she was eating in the bathroom, but she never answered. She would just look at me with a blank expression, remaining silent. I didn’t know what to think anymore, so I made a decision. I had to know what was going on, especially since she wasn’t giving me any answers.
One morning, while she was getting ready to eat, I secretly set up a hidden camera in the bathroom to track her behavior. That night, she took her plate, walked to the bathroom as usual, locked herself in, and sat down behind the small chair she had placed there. She ate her food calmly at first, just like every other time. But then… something happened that left me completely horrified.
What I saw on the footage was not what I expected…
What I Saw on the Camera Left Me Stunned and Terrified
As I watched the footage, my heart raced. My daughter sat at the small chair, eating her dinner as usual. But then, after a few minutes, she suddenly stopped. Her little hands gripped the sides of the chair, her face twisted into something strange—like a mix of concentration and unease. I thought, What is she doing?
Then, in a moment that felt like an eternity, I saw her glance nervously around the bathroom, as if she was checking to make sure no one was watching. She slowly turned her head towards the mirror. And that’s when it happened.
The reflection in the mirror wasn’t just her.
At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But the more I watched, the clearer it became. There was another figure standing right behind her in the reflection. It was faint at first, almost like a shadow—too blurry to make out clearly. But as my daughter continued eating, the shadow grew more defined, almost like it was moving closer to her.
The figure didn’t seem to have any distinguishing features. It was like a dark shape, a presence that couldn’t be fully explained. My daughter didn’t seem to notice, continuing to eat as if nothing was wrong. The figure, however, moved in sync with her, mirroring her every action, only growing closer and closer to her with each passing second.
I felt my stomach drop.
After what felt like hours of watching, the figure vanished just as suddenly as it had appeared. My daughter, still oblivious, finished her meal and exited the bathroom as if nothing had happened.
I was frozen. The footage was undeniably real, but what did it mean? Who—or what—was in the bathroom with her? Was she seeing something I couldn’t? Was this something I should be worried about, or was it just my mind playing tricks?
The next few days were torture. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d seen. Was it just a figment of my imagination? I tried to convince myself it was nothing, but the image of that shadow-like figure stayed with me. It was haunting.
