My MIL Insisted on Babysitting My Daughter Every Wednesday While I Was at Work — I Installed a Hidden Camera After My Daughter Started Behaving Strangely

Cheryl barely looked up from her coffee.

“Oh, you know how kids are, Martha. They’re always making up imaginary friends. That’s probably the case.”

Cheryl’s voice was smooth. Too smooth.

I smiled, but my gut told me she was lying.

Call it intuition, call it mom instinct, but something was off.

That night, I made a decision that I never thought I’d make.

I installed a hidden camera in the living room. I had one originally from when Beverly was a baby and we had a night nanny come in. It was when Jason was working night shifts, and he wanted to keep an eye on the nanny while he was at work and while I slept.

(Luckily when Bev got older we could uninstall the camera.)

I felt sick doing it, but I had to know what was going on.

The next Wednesday, I went to work as usual, leaving snacks in the fridge for Cheryl and Bev. I tried to concentrate and could only make it through one meeting with my mind intact.

By lunchtime, my hands were shaking from anxiety as I checked the footage on my phone.

At first, everything looked absolutely normal. Bev was on the floor playing with her dolls, a bowl of cut fruit next to her. Cheryl lounged on the couch with a cup of tea, flipping through a book.

Then, Cheryl checked her watch.

“Bev, sweetheart, are you ready? Our friend will be here any minute now!”

My stomach dropped. The friend was about to be revealed.

“Yes, Gran! I love her! Do you think she’ll play with my hair again?”

Her.

Cheryl beamed at my daughter.

“If you ask her, I’m sure she will, little love. And you remember, right? About what we don’t tell Mommy?”

My daughter’s voice was impossibly sweet.

“Yes. Not a word to Mom.”