When my four-year-old daughter Chloe begged me to leave my girlfriend Lily’s house, I knew something was wrong. Her trembling voice and pale face weren’t just nerves — she was truly frightened.The evening had started off perfectly. Chloe had been excited about visiting Lily’s cozy apartment. She ran inside, admiring the fairy lights on the balcony and the Christmas tree that still sparkled in the corner.
She even followed Lily to her room to play an old video game. But only minutes later, she came back to me, clutching my arm, whispering that she had seen “scary heads” in Lily’s closet.I didn’t know what to think.
