Share
MidReal Story
The Stranger In My Daughter's Room
Scenario:A young Father Jack comes home from a long day's work. For years since his wife died, it's just been him and his daughter Mia. Who usually needs him at the door with a loving hug and a smile. But today as he returns home He Mia is not waiting as normal. Wondering where the young girl could be he starts to look around the house. As he approaches her bedroom door, He hears strange noises coming from inside her room. Soft humming and whispers. Curious about the sounds he opens the door quietly and peeks in.
Create my version of this story
Jack Thompson
loving, and curious. After his wife's death, he raises his daughter Mia alone. He returns home from work to find Mia missing from her usual spot by the door. He searches the house and discovers her in her room with an unknown man. Shocked and concerned, he confronts the situation.
Mia Thompson
playful, and naive. Mia usually greets her father at the door but is absent today. Jack finds her in her room with a man, which raises questions about her safety and wellbeing.
The Stranger
I pull into my driveway, tired after a long day's work.
I've been looking forward to coming home to see my little girl.
She always greets me at the door with a big smile and a hug.
It's been the same for years, ever since her mother died when she was three.
Just her and me against the world.
I climb out of the car.
It's getting dark, the days are getting shorter as winter is upon us.
I look towards the house, but Mia isn't at the door.
That's weird.
She is always there to greet me.
I walk towards the front door, but it's opened wide.
I frown.
"Mia?"
I call out as I step inside.
"Mia?"
But there is no answer.
I look around but she isn't in the living room.
I walk down the hallway calling out again.
Still no answer.
I look inside the kitchen, but it's empty.
Where could she be?
I walk back down the hallway and up the stairs.
I call out again.
Suddenly I hear a humming.
It's soft and tuneless, but it is coming from her room.
Relieved that she is okay, I knock on her door and wait for her to let me in.
But there is no answer.
I push the door open, but it's slow.
The hinges creak as I open it.
The room is dimly lit by Mia's butterfly nightlight, casting purple shadows across her pink walls.
There is a man sitting on her bed, his back to me.
Mia sits cross-legged on the floor playing with her dolls, humming that tuneless melody.
The man's hand rests on her shoulder.
My heart pounds against my ribs as I take in the scene before me.
The stranger turns his head slightly, noticing my presence.
Mia looks up and sees me standing there.
"Daddy!" she exclaims cheerfully.
The man smiles, but his eyes are cold and unfamiliar.
I step into the room, my fists clenched at my sides.
The man's smile widens as he continues to look at me, his eyes gleaming with something I can't quite place.
Mia doesn't seem to notice the tension in the room; she is too busy arranging her dolls in a circle on the pink carpet.
I take another step closer, my eyes fixed on the man's hand resting on her shoulder.
She leans into his touch, humming softly as she plays with her dolls.
The man doesn't move, his cold smile still plastered on his face.
I stop beside Mia and kneel down next to her.
"Who is your friend?" I ask her softly.
She looks up at me, still humming, and points to the man sitting on her bed.
"That's Jack," she says matter-of-factly.
I turn to look at the stranger, my fists clenched at my sides.
"Who are you?"
His smile fades as he whispers, "I'm the one she calls when you're not here."
I study the man's face, trying to place him.
He's tall and lean, with dark hair and piercing green eyes.
He's dressed in a black suit and tie, his shirt unbuttoned at the top.
He looks like a businessman, but there's something off about him.
Something that makes my stomach turn.
"Come here, Mia," I say softly, holding out my hand to her.
She looks up at me, her eyes wide and curious.
She slowly gets up from the floor and walks over to me, her humming growing louder.
I pull her close to me, my heart pounding in my chest.
The man's eyes flicker to us, his smile growing wider.
I can feel his gaze on us, and it makes my skin crawl.
I turn to face him, Mia still clinging to my leg.
"Who are you?" he asks again, his voice low and menacing.
I swallow hard, trying to keep my voice steady.
"I'm Jack Thompson," I say, trying to sound confident.
"And who are you?"
He smiles again, his eyes glinting with something dark.
"I'm the one who knows your daughter's secrets."
Mia looks up at me, her eyes wide with fear.
"Daddy," she whispers, her voice trembling.
I look down at her, my heart heavy with worry.
"What do you mean?" he asks her softly.
She shrugs, her shoulders barely moving.
"I don't know," she says, her voice small and scared.
He nods slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.
"I think you do," he says gently.
Mia looks up at me again, her eyes pleading for help.
I can feel her fear radiating off of her like a palpable force. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down.
I need to think clearly and figure out what's going on here.
"Who are you?" he asks again, his voice growing more insistent.
"I'm the one who knows your daughter's secrets," I say firmly, trying to keep my voice steady.
He smiles again, his eyes glinting with something dark.
"I think you're lying," he says softly.
Mia looks up at me again, her eyes wide with fear.
"Daddy," she whispers, her voice trembling.
I bend down and scoop her up in my arms, holding her close as I look at the man sitting on the bed staring at us with cold calculating eyes. "What do you want?" he asks softly as I stand there holding Mia in my arms.
"I want you to leave," I say firmly, trying to keep my voice steady.
He nods slowly and stands up from the bed.
He steps forward, and with a voice as chilling as his gaze, he murmurs, "To remind you that she's never truly alone."