{"id":100809,"date":"2025-02-17T10:31:54","date_gmt":"2025-02-17T03:31:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/levanews.com\/?p=55826"},"modified":"2025-02-17T10:32:09","modified_gmt":"2025-02-17T03:32:09","slug":"i-took-my-little-daughter-to-visit-my-girlfriend-i-couldnt-believe-what-she-found-in-her-room","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/i-took-my-little-daughter-to-visit-my-girlfriend-i-couldnt-believe-what-she-found-in-her-room\/","title":{"rendered":"I Took My Little Daughter to Visit My Girlfriend \u2013 I Couldn’t Believe What She Found in Her Room"},"content":{"rendered":"

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When my four-year-old daughter, Chloe, begged me to leave my girlfriend Lily\u2019s house, I knew something was wrong. Her fear was raw, unlike anything I\u2019d seen before. As much as I wanted to reassure her, I couldn’t ignore the urgency in her voice.\n

Being a single dad wasn\u2019t easy. My ex-wife, Lauren, had left before Chloe turned one, deciding motherhood wasn\u2019t for her. Since then, it had been just the two of us.\n

Three months ago, I met Lily. She was warm and easy to talk to, and Chloe seemed to like her too. Tonight was our first visit to Lily\u2019s home, something Chloe had been excited about all week.\n

Lily\u2019s apartment was cozy, and Chloe loved the atmosphere. She was especially thrilled when Lily let her play a video game in her room.\n

After a while, Chloe appeared in the kitchen doorway, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear.\n

\u201cDaddy,\u201d she whispered, trembling. \u201cI need to talk to you. Alone.\u201d\n

We stepped into the hallway, my stomach tightening. \u201cChloe, what\u2019s wrong?\u201d\n

\u201cShe\u2019s bad. Really bad.\u201d\n

\u201cWhat do you mean? Lily?\u201d\n

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Chloe nodded, lowering her voice. \u201cThere are\u2026 heads in her closet. Real heads. They were looking at me.\u201d\n

I frowned. \u201cHeads? What kind of heads?\u201d\n

\u201cPeople heads! They\u2019re scary, Daddy. We have to go!\u201d\n

A chill ran down my spine. Was it just her imagination? Either way, she was terrified. I had to listen.\n

Scooping her into my arms, I nodded. \u201cOkay, let\u2019s go.\u201d\n

Lily turned, concern on her face. \u201cIs everything okay?\u201d\n

\u201cShe\u2019s not feeling well,\u201d I said quickly. \u201cWe\u2019ll have to take a rain check on dinner.\u201d\n

In the car, Chloe curled up in the back seat, hugging her knees.\n

\u201cAre you sure about what you saw?\u201d I asked gently.\n

She nodded. \u201cI know what I saw, Daddy. They were real.\u201d\n

By the time we reached my mom\u2019s house, my mind was racing. I kissed Chloe\u2019s forehead and told her I\u2019d be back soon. Then, with my heart pounding, I drove back to Lily\u2019s.\n

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I tried to sound casual. \u201cHey, would you mind if I played that old console of yours? I just need to relax.\u201d\n

As I walked down the hallway, my hands shook. Slowly, I opened the closet door.\n

And there they were.\n

Four heads stared back at me\u2014a clown with a twisted grin, another wrapped in red fabric. My breath caught. I reached out, my fingers brushing one.\n

Rubber.\n

They weren\u2019t heads at all. Just Halloween masks.\n

Relief washed over me, followed by guilt. I returned to the kitchen, where Lily handed me a mug of coffee.\n

\u201cI need to tell you something,\u201d I admitted. \u201cChloe saw your masks. She thought they were real.\u201d\n

Lily blinked. \u201cShe thought\u2026 they were real?\u201d A laugh bubbled out, but she quickly sobered. \u201cWait\u2014she was that scared?\u201d\n

\u201cShe was shaking,\u201d I admitted.\n

Lily sighed. \u201cPoor thing. I should\u2019ve put them somewhere else.\u201d\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know how to convince her they aren\u2019t real,\u201d I said.\n

Lily\u2019s eyes lit up. \u201cI have an idea. But I\u2019ll need your help.\u201d\n

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The next day, Lily arrived at my mom\u2019s house with a bag. Chloe peeked out from behind the couch as Lily knelt beside her.\n

\u201cHey, Chloe,\u201d Lily said softly. \u201cCan I show you something?\u201d\n

Chloe clung to me but nodded.\n

Lily pulled out a silly mask and slipped it on. \u201cSee? It\u2019s not a head. Just a Halloween mask.\u201d\n

Chloe\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cIt\u2019s\u2026 not real?\u201d\n

\u201cNope,\u201d Lily said, pulling it off. \u201cFeel it.\u201d\n

Tentatively, Chloe reached out, her small fingers brushing the mask. Then, she giggled. \u201cIt\u2019s squishy!\u201d\n

Her laughter filled the room, and I felt the tension in my chest ease.\n

Months later, at the park, Chloe tugged Lily\u2019s hand. \u201cMommy Lily, can we go on the swings?\u201d\n

Lily smiled. \u201cOf course, sweet girl.\u201d\n

Watching them together, I realized how much we had grown. A moment that could have pulled us apart had brought us closer instead.\n

Sometimes, the scariest moments lead to the strongest bonds.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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