There was no one there.

Just the deep shape of a body pressing into the mattress.

The girl started shaking.

Then she pointed at the empty pillow and whispered:

“They come every night… and tell me to move over.”

The mother grabbed her daughter and turned on the light.

The bed looked normal again.

But when she lifted the pillow…

she found an old photograph hidden underneath.

A picture of the same room.

The same bed.

And a little girl who looked exactly like her daughter.

Standing beside a dark shadow on the mattress.

On the back of the photo, someone had written:

“She always makes space for us.”