Dog Goes To Baby's Room Every Night, Mom's Face Turns Pale When She Checks Baby Monitor

 

Abby had always prided herself on being attuned to the smallest details around her. A creak in the floorboards, a subtle change in her baby’s breathing, the faintest flicker of something out of place—it all registered in her mind. But lately, something had been nagging at her, something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. For a whole month, her nights had taken on a strange rhythm, dictated by an odd pattern of behavior she couldn’t explain.

Each morning, she would wake up and find that her dog, Pots, had vanished from his bed. He wasn’t roaming around the house or curled up in some forgotten corner; no, she would always find him sneaking out of Evelyn’s room, his eyes wide and guilty, as if he had been caught in the middle of something he shouldn’t be doing. It was strange. And yet, every time Abby checked on Evelyn, the baby was perfectly fine, peacefully asleep as if nothing unusual had happened.

At first, Abby tried to dismiss it. Pots had always been protective, especially since Evelyn had come into their lives. He’d taken up the role of family guardian with all the seriousness his little doggy heart could muster, watching over the baby with an intensity that both comforted and puzzled Abby. So maybe his nightly trips to Evelyn’s room were just another manifestation of his protective instincts. Maybe there was nothing more to it.

But as the days stretched into weeks, Abby’s unease grew. Pots wasn’t just going into Evelyn’s room now; he was spending more and more time there. And Evelyn… Evelyn wasn’t herself. The baby’s eating habits had shifted, her sleep was restless, and Abby couldn’t help but notice a slight pallor to her normally rosy cheeks. Something wasn’t right. The connection between the dog’s behavior and her daughter’s sudden changes gnawed at Abby’s mind, but she couldn’t quite piece it together.

The turning point came on a quiet, sleepless night when Abby found herself standing in the hallway, staring at the closed door to Evelyn’s room. Pots was inside. Again. Her heart pounded in her chest as she approached the door, her hand hovering over the handle. She hesitated, unsure of what she expected to find. It was ridiculous, she told herself, to be so worked up over a dog simply sleeping near her baby. But there was something about the way Pots had been acting—so alert, so tense—that filled her with dread.

Abby opened the door slowly, the soft creak barely audible over the thudding of her heart. The room was bathed in the gentle glow of the baby monitor, casting long shadows across the walls. And there, at the foot of the crib, was Pots, lying on the floor, his eyes trained on Evelyn. Abby’s breath caught in her throat as she watched him, her mind racing. The room was still, eerily still, save for the sound of Evelyn’s soft breathing. But there was something in the air, something Abby couldn’t shake.

She backed out of the room, her mind made up. The next morning, she drove to the security store a few blocks from her home. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but she knew she needed to get to the bottom of this. The store clerk recommended a small, discreet camera, one that didn’t need to be mounted and could simply sit on the dresser in Evelyn’s room. Abby took it, grateful for the easy setup. She drove home, feeling both anxious and relieved at the thought of finally uncovering the truth.

That night, after putting Evelyn to bed, Abby set up the camera. She positioned it carefully, making sure it had a clear view of the crib, then sat down at her laptop to test the feed. Everything seemed to be working perfectly. The room appeared calm, peaceful even, and Abby tried to convince herself that she was overreacting. But a part of her, deep down, knew that whatever was happening in that room wasn’t normal.

Sleep didn’t come easily that night. Abby lay awake, staring at the ceiling, her mind churning with possibilities. What if she was wrong? What if it was all in her head? But what if she wasn’t? The questions spiraled endlessly, keeping her on edge until the first rays of sunlight crept through the curtains. Morning had finally come, and with it, the answers she had been dreading.

Abby sat at her laptop, her hands trembling as she opened the security footage. The room looked as it always did—Evelyn asleep in her crib, the soft glow of the monitor casting a faint light over the room. But then, as the minutes ticked by, something changed. A shadow moved at the edge of the frame. Abby’s heart pounded as Pots appeared, creeping into the room, his body low to the ground, his eyes fixed on the crib. He moved slowly, cautiously, as if he was afraid of being seen.

Abby leaned closer to the screen, her pulse quickening. Pots approached the crib and sat down at its foot, his ears perked up, his entire body tense. For a long moment, nothing happened. And then, Abby saw it—a slight change in Evelyn’s breathing, so subtle she wouldn’t have noticed it if she hadn’t been watching so closely. The baby’s chest hitched, a pause that lasted a fraction too long. Abby’s stomach dropped. Something was wrong.

Without thinking, she bolted from her chair and raced to Evelyn’s room. The baby was still asleep, but now that she was standing over the crib, Abby could see it. Evelyn’s skin was pale, her breathing uneven. Panic surged through her as she scooped her daughter into her arms and rushed out of the house, her heart racing as she fumbled for her car keys. She didn’t know what was happening, but she knew one thing—she had to get Evelyn to the hospital.

The drive was a blur of fear and adrenaline. Abby’s mind raced with a thousand possibilities, each one worse than the last. Had she waited too long? Was it something serious? Her hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. She sped through the empty streets, her heart pounding in time with the ticking clock. Every second felt like an eternity.

At the hospital, the doctors moved quickly. They checked Evelyn’s vitals, listened to her breathing, and ran a series of tests. Abby paced the waiting room, her mind spinning. She couldn’t shake the image of Pots sitting at the foot of the crib, his eyes locked on Evelyn, as if he had known something was wrong long before Abby had. What had he sensed? Was it really just his protective instincts, or was there something more?

After what felt like hours, one of the doctors came out to speak with her. His expression was calm, but there was a seriousness in his eyes that made Abby’s heart skip a beat. He explained that Evelyn had developed a mild case of pneumonia. It wasn’t life-threatening, but it could have been if left untreated. Abby’s knees buckled as relief and fear washed over her in equal measure. The doctors assured her that they had caught it early, thanks to her quick actions, and that Evelyn would be fine with a course of antibiotics.

But Abby knew the truth. It wasn’t just her quick actions that had saved Evelyn. It was Pots. If it hadn’t been for his strange behavior, his nightly trips to the baby’s room, she might never have known anything was wrong until it was too late. The realization hit her like a wave, overwhelming in its intensity. Her dog, her faithful companion, had been watching over her daughter in ways she hadn’t even understood. He had known, somehow, that Evelyn was in danger, and he had done everything in his power to protect her.

When they returned home, exhausted but relieved, Abby knelt down beside Pots and wrapped her arms around him, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice breaking. "You saved her."

Pots wagged his tail, looking up at her with those big, soulful eyes, as if he understood everything she was saying. In that moment, Abby knew that she owed him more than she could ever repay. He had been the hero she didn’t even realize she needed.

But even as relief settled in, a new question began to gnaw at Abby’s mind. What had Pots been reacting to all those nights? Was it just the pneumonia, or was there something else? Something deeper, something unseen? The footage had shown him alert and tense, even after Evelyn’s breathing had stabilized. It was as if he was guarding her from something Abby couldn’t see, something lurking in the shadows.

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but she tried to push it aside. For now, all that mattered was that Evelyn was safe, and Pots had proven himself to be more than just a loyal pet. He was her daughter’s protector, and Abby would forever be grateful for that.

Over the next few days, Abby kept a close eye on both Evelyn and Pots. The baby’s recovery was swift, her energy returning with each passing day. She slept soundly again, her breathing normal and steady. But Pots… Pots was still on edge. Each night, he would slip into Evelyn’s room, lying down at the foot of the crib, watching over her with an intensity that both comforted and unsettled Abby.

What was he guarding against? The question lingered in the back of her mind, growing louder with each passing day. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to this, something she hadn’t yet uncovered.

One night, after putting Evelyn to bed and watching Pots take up his usual position by the crib, Abby sat down at her laptop and pulled up the footage from the past few nights. She hadn’t had the courage to watch it before, too afraid of what she might find. But now, curiosity and a growing sense of unease pushed her to hit play.

The footage started as it always did—Evelyn asleep, the room quiet and still. And then, just like before, Pots appeared, creeping into the room, his body low to the ground, his eyes scanning the space as if searching for something. He sat down at the foot of the crib, his ears twitching, his body tense. Abby fast-forwarded through the footage, watching as Pots remained in the same position for hours, never moving, never relaxing.

But then, something caught her eye. A shadow. It moved across the wall, just out of the camera’s range. Abby’s heart skipped a beat as she rewound the footage, her eyes glued to the screen. The shadow appeared again, faint but unmistakable. It wasn’t the movement of the curtains or a trick of the light. It was something else. Something—or someone—had been in the room.

Abby’s breath hitched in her throat as she paused the video, her mind racing. Had she imagined it? Was it just her tired eyes playing tricks on her? She rewound the footage again, watching closely. And there it was—the shadow, moving across the wall, followed by a faint rustling sound.

Abby’s stomach churned with dread. She had no explanation for what she was seeing, but one thing was clear: Pots had sensed it too. He had known something was there, something he was trying to protect Evelyn from.

That night, Abby barely slept. Every creak, every whisper of wind outside her window set her on edge. She lay in bed, listening for any sound from Evelyn’s room, her heart pounding in her chest. Was there really something—or someone—in her house? Or was she letting her imagination get the best of her?

The next morning, she couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. She went through the motions of her day—feeding Evelyn, walking Pots, trying to keep her mind occupied—but the question lingered, gnawing at her. What was the shadow? And why had Pots been so intent on guarding Evelyn?

Determined to get to the bottom of it, Abby installed more cameras throughout the house, focusing on the areas around Evelyn’s room. She wasn’t sure what she expected to find, but she knew she couldn’t ignore the feeling that something was wrong. And if there was something—or someone—lurking in her house, she needed to know.

Days passed, and the footage revealed nothing out of the ordinary. Pots continued his nightly vigil, and Evelyn slept soundly, her health improving with each day. But Abby couldn’t shake the feeling that something was still off. The shadow from the footage haunted her thoughts, and every time she replayed the video in her mind, she felt a growing sense of dread.

One night, as she sat in the living room, watching the monitor feed from Evelyn’s room, she noticed something strange. The temperature in the room had dropped suddenly, the air around her growing cold. Abby glanced at the thermostat, confused. It wasn’t cold outside, and there was no reason for the temperature to dip like that.

A chill ran down her spine as she looked at the monitor. Pots was in his usual spot, but he was no longer lying down. He was standing, his body rigid, his ears perked up. His gaze was fixed on something just outside the frame of the camera.

Abby’s heart raced as she stared at the screen, her pulse quickening. What was he looking at? She leaned closer, her eyes straining to see what Pots had sensed. And then, there it was—the shadow. It moved across the wall, faint but unmistakable, just like before.

This time, Abby didn’t hesitate. She bolted from the couch and rushed down the hallway, her heart pounding in her ears. She threw open the door to Evelyn’s room, her breath catching in her throat as she stepped inside.

The room was quiet, still, but the air felt heavy, thick with something she couldn’t explain. Pots stood by the crib, his body tense, his eyes fixed on the corner of the room. Abby’s gaze followed his, but there was nothing there. Just an empty corner, bathed in the soft glow of the baby monitor.

But Abby knew, in that moment, that something had been there. Something that Pots had been guarding Evelyn from. And whatever it was, it wasn’t gone.

For weeks, Abby lived in a state of hyper-awareness, constantly checking the cameras, watching the footage, and listening for any unusual sounds. But nothing ever appeared on the footage again. The shadow, the strange presence—it was gone. Or at least, it seemed to be.

Life returned to a semblance of normalcy. Evelyn recovered fully, growing stronger and healthier with each passing day. Pots, ever the loyal protector, continued his nightly vigil, though his behavior had returned to its usual calm. The strange events of those weeks faded into the background, becoming a distant memory, a mystery that Abby couldn’t fully explain.

But she knew one thing for certain: Pots had saved Evelyn’s life, not just from the pneumonia, but from something else, something unseen and unknown. And for that, Abby would always be grateful. She didn’t need to understand everything that had happened to know that she and Evelyn were safe, as long as Pots was by their side.

And so, life went on, the strange events of those nights slowly fading into the past. But every so often, when the house was quiet and the night seemed darker than usual, Abby would find herself sitting at her laptop, watching the old footage, searching for answers she knew she might never find.