I was in a deep slumber diving further into my Dreamland when I heard faint sounds, but I assumed it was just part of my dream. Then, I felt cold hands on my arm that had me jolting awake.

My gaze met my 12-year-old daughter, Michelle towering over me.

"Michelle, what is it. Daddy is tired. It's...."I paused as I tilted my neck to look at the clock hung on the wall, "past 2"

She looked down at her feet timidly, knowing I already knew what she was going to say.

Every night, she comes to my room, saying something was in her room bothering her. One...