“A Child’s Whisper, A Hidden Presence”
Mia’s Whisper: The Thing Beneath the BedNot every nightmare waits for sleep. Some creep in quietly—through the cracks in a child’s window, under the weight of moonlight, and into the silence of a room where innocence still lingers. For five-year-old Mia, bedtime should’ve meant safety. A warm blanket. A lullaby. The soft hum of a …