“Ma’am, we received a call from this residence,” one of the officers replied. His tone was polite but steady, as if he’d had this conversation before.

The mother’s eyebrows drew together in confusion. “From here? That can’t be—” But before she could finish, Olivia peeked out from behind her father’s legs, clutching a worn-out teddy bear.

“She called,” her father muttered, sighing. “She told us she thought there was someone under her bed. We told her it was just imagination.”

The officers glanced at one another. Imagination or not, they took protocol seriously. They crouched down to Olivia’s level, offering small, reassuring smiles. “Would you like us to check your room?” one of them asked.

Olivia nodded wordlessly.

The family trailed behind as the officers entered the house. Her bedroom door creaked softly as it opened, revealing a small pink nightlight glowing against the pale walls. The bed sat neatly against the corner, a few dolls lined up on the shelf, and a pile of coloring books stacked on the desk.

“Alright, Olivia,” said the younger officer gently. “Let’s have a look.”

He knelt, crouching low, and flicked his flashlight beneath the bed. Dust bunnies, a few scattered toys, and a forgotten sock stared back. He leaned further, sweeping the light slowly. Nothing.