Bada being baddaboo

Allison's a few years old and she already sleeps really well in her own room every single night.

Her parents put so much effort in trying to make this room cute for her so that she actually wants to sleep in there at night.

They have those giant letters that spell out her name on top of her bed, A-L-I-S-O-N, and she loves that. That's her

favorite part of her room. And every single night, she never complains. She goes to her closet.

She checks inside her closet. There's no monsters. She checks under her bed. There's no monsters.

Which, I mean, if someone is like, Daddy, there's monsters under my bed, it's creepy,

but it's still understandable considering she's three years old. But Allison has zero complaints.

Until one night, Allison's parents are passing by their daughter's door, and they hear this man's

voice. And they freeze, like mid freeze like mid hallway because what the hell

is that they stop they listen and they hear it again alison is supposed to be asleep she has no screens in her room

nobody's in the house they don't have guests over and they have never even heard this voice before at all

and it just says wake wake up, Allison, you little slut.

What?

Who the hell is talking to their three-year-old like that?

They slam open Allison's door.

And they're checking everywhere.

They're checking the closet, the window, under the bed, the bathroom.

Allison is getting confused.

Like what is going on all of a sudden? And all they see is the camera, the bathroom. Allison is getting confused. Like what is going on all of a sudden.

And all they see is the camera, the baby cam, pointed directly at them. It just moved.

And it says, fucking bitch to Allison's mom. And then nothing. That's it. The voice is gone. There are multiple different websites that you can go on.

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