My husband vanished when our son was just five months old. As our boy grew and started speaking, he would often say that a “bad man” came into his room at night while we were asleep. We brushed it off, thinking it was just a child’s imagination.
But years later, something chilling happened.
While cleaning my son’s room, I found my husband’s old watch hidden behind a wardrobe. The same watch he was wearing on the day he disappeared. I froze.
When I asked my son about it, he looked confused. He insisted he’d never seen the watch before and had no idea how it ended up there.
My husband had long struggled with deep depression, and it’s now been more than two decades since he went missing. But to this day, the memory of that watch still sends shivers down my spine.