The Jamesons could barely breathe as they replayed the footage.
At 2:14 AM, the shadowy figure lingered by the window, barely visible in the dim light. It stood completely still, watching Lily’s crib. Too still. Its posture was unnatural—wrong somehow.
Then, it moved.
Slowly, the figure pressed its hands against the glass, smearing it with damp streaks. The Jamesons felt their stomachs drop. The window had been locked. Or so they thought.
At 2:16 AM, the figure’s hand twisted the latch—and the window silently slid open.
Mrs. Jameson clapped her hand over her mouth. She could see the figure crouch halfway inside, its face still obscured by the shadows.
But Max noticed.
In the footage, he suddenly leapt up, planting himself firmly in front of Lily’s crib. His body rigid, teeth bared, and eyes locked on the intruder.
The figure froze.
Her Cat kept Staring Out the Window - When she looked, She couldn't believe her Eyes
Max let out a deep, guttural growl—one the Jamesons had never heard before. His lips curled back, exposing his teeth, his body low and ready to strike.
For a moment, the figure didn’t move.
Then, Max lunged.
The intruder stumbled back, hitting the window frame. They scrambled out and fled into the darkness, but not before the camera caught a brief, chilling glimpse:
A man in a black hoodie, wearing gloves, and holding something shiny and sharp in his hand.
A knife.
Mrs. Jameson’s hands shook as she dialed 911.