My son's camera monitor alerted in the middle of the night. I checked it and saw my wife and son sitting on the bed. They weren't my wife and son.

I'm a nurse and I currently work nights. It's a total drag but I'm hopeful I can go to days soon since some coworkers are planning retirements. Anyway, I was working one night when just after 3am my son's camera monitor alerted me to sound and movement. No big deal at all, especially since it was around the time my son usually wakes up to eat. I bring it up on my phone and I see myself in the screen. Weird, I thought. I looked like a goose. I looked closer and realized it wasn't me. It was someone exactly like me, or so I thought. <br><br>The person on the screen had a nose ring and tattoos, I have neither. I'm a somewhat inked up person and I had no tattoos in this reflection. I remember seeing an episode of The Twilight Zone growing up about a man who saw himself in a window reflection and it freaked him out because it wasn't really him. It was just a random person who looked similar but not identical. I knew it was just TV but this moment brought me back to that episode. I will admit it kind of spooked me. I watched this person who looked like me sit down on the bed next to my "wife". I put that in quotation marks because it was not my wife. Again, same thing as the reflection: similar but different. This woman had short, straight black hair. My wife has long, red hair that is usually tied up in a curly thing. This woman had a big tattoo of what looked like fish bones (from my phone screen) on her neck. My wife has no neck tattoos. Just to reiterate, this wasn't my wife. <br><br>Now I'm just confused as fuck. Who the hell are these people? Why are they in my son's room? They're just sitting there looking at each other, not saying anything. I can see my actual wife next to me sleeping and I consider waking her up to show her what's going on. "Hey honey, look at these weird people doing... nothing in our sons room". I think about it for a minute but decide to just go back to work. I can't really do anything from here and I don't want to freak out my wife for no reason. <br><br>I still have the camera up as I'm looking at it every couple of minutes to see what these people are doing. They haven't moved. They're just sitting there. I start to think I'm losing my mind. Maybe it's just the delirium from being tired, or maybe it's a side effect from one of the many drugs I take on shift. Either way, I think I'm just seeing things. I set my phone aside and focus on getting through my shift. <br><br>I look back at my phone about 30 minutes later and they're still there. I decide to actually hear what's going on and click the talk function. My son used to love hearing my voice through the monitor when he was little. He'd coo and talk back to me whenever he heard my voice even if I wasn't there. Now that he's older he doesn't really do that. He's a big boy and doesn't want to seem like a baby. Totally reasonable. At this point, though, I'd been actively talking through the monitor for about five minutes and not a response. Not a peep. "Hi", I said. Nothing. "Hello", I said again. Nothing. <br><br>I asked my wife if she had changed the batteries of the monitor. She assured me she did. This wasn't like my son. He loved being a little chatter box. <br><br>"Hi!" I said a little louder. Nothing. "Eli, you ok buddy?" Nothing. I keep trying but they just sat there. <br><br>The rest of my shift I'm visibly distracted. I can't stop thinking about the situation. I ask my coworkers to cover for me if they see my supervisor come by. I pull my car over in the hospital parking lot and check the camera again. I'm really hoping it's just the monitor or I'm hallucinating. I'm not that tired anymore. <br><br>I bring it up and they're still there. I watch as "me" puts his hand on "my wife's" stomach. My wife is pregnant, but not this woman. At least I thought. It's hard to tell. <br><br>I give up and decide to drive home. I tell my supervisor I don't feel good and go on my way. My wife and son will be shocked to see me but they'll be happy. Or at least they would have been if they were my wife and son. <br><br>I call my wife on the way home and explain I'm not feeling good and I'm coming home. She tells me she's happy to see me but also a little upset I'm blowing off work for no reason. I assured her it was just a bad night and if she could just wait to see me, she'd understand. <br><br>When I get home, I hit the front door like Cato. My wife knows I'm coming so she's not shocked. She's in her pajamas already and enjoying some wine on the couch. She looks at me and is a little taken aback. "You ok? You look bad." <br><br>I don't respond. I walk on Dead Man Walking mode through the hallway to the room where the monitor showed me. There's my son, sleeping in his bed taking a morning nap. I'm relieved. This was all just some bullshit hallucination. I walk over and give him a squeeze. I kiss him on his forehead and move on to my wife to give her a kiss on the forehead. But she's not there. <br><br>There was a woman in my son's room. She was sitting on the bed next to him. I was right the first time. This wasn't my wife.<br><br>Her hair was short and straight and black. I remember the woman on the camera with that same hair. She looked at my son, not at me. She was holding his hand. "Who are you?" I say as I grab my son. <br><br>She looks at me and I've never seen her before. She was pretty. Very pretty at that. Not my type, but pretty. "Do I know you?" I ask her. <br><br>She doesn't answer. My son doesn't answer. They both just look at me. She doesn't look like she's pissed about me grabbing my son. She doesn't seem mad. <br><br>I run through my son's emergency contacts in my head. Who could this be? His grandmother? No. His aunt? Nope. I rack my brain thinking maybe it's someone from my wife's family. I don't recognize a single person that would be in this house. <br><br>She doesn't look pissed. Just confused. I'm confused. Who is this? I bring my son close to me and walk away from this woman. I "glance" back and she doesn't change her expression. I walk up to my bedroom and I see my wife. She's sleeping like I expected. I'm confused again. Who was that woman? And who was that man? <br><br>My wife stirs. I'm standing over her with my son and she looks up at me. "What the fuck are you doing? What's wrong with your face?" <br><br>"What woman was in my son's room?" other me asks from the other side of the bed.