At 2 am the baby woke up screaming while pointing to the corner of the bedroom.

We were in a cabin in the Smoky Mountains for a week and it rained the entire time. Driving to the cabin required meandering through miles of fog along curvy roads climbing upwards.  The cabin, surrounded by trees, was very quiet and well hidden from the windy road leading up to it.

Bedtime was easy in part to the relaxing sound of rain hitting the roof.

At 2:10 Mr Baby fell back asleep. A few minutes later he was up again screaming while pointing to the corner. I held him, hummed a lullabye and he went back to nighty-night in no time..

My eye drifted to the small white box mounted in the corner by the bedroom entrance while covering Mr Baby up with his blanket

The motion sensor light flicked on from red to green, indicating movement.  The doorway was empty as was the corner. There were no sounds save for the rain patter on the roof.  The nitelite 's reach from the adjoining room was laughable.

Baby started to cry and crawled back over to me. I held baby and watched the light as it slowly changed back to red.

This happened two more times, too coincidental for me anyhow, and Mr Baby was more frightened than before

Exhausted, and brimmin with piss and vinegar I walked over to the emptiness in the corner, squared up and whispered "fuck you, chickenshit. I'm waiting"

The lights didnt change again, and Mr Baby slept peacefully til morning.

The next day was check out. While packing up I noticed it had finally stopped raining and heard a steady tap-tap-tapping of a woodpecker just outside the window.

As we drove off I looked in my rearview and noted there were no trees outside the bedroom window.