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 monitor alerted me to sound and movement. No big deal at all, he probably coughed loudly or sneezed or something. He's three now so he generally sleeps all night. I bring it up on my phone and I see him and my wife sitting on the bed. Again, no strange occurrences yet as my wife is probably nursing our son for some reason or he asked her for a glass of water or something. I'm watching on the phone as my wife is looking straight at the camera, her face scrunched up, and my son's head is down. I could only see the back of his head but by the way his body was positioned, it looked like he was suckling. I know my son is a teddy bear and all, but I don't think he still was into nursing. For some reason I just thought it was weird that my wife would do that. <br><br>I thought for a second about just closing the app, it was 3am and I was tired, but something did not feel right. I can't describe it, I don't know what it was, but I just looked at that screen and felt something was wrong. Even with a wife and son 300 miles away, I just got this feeling of family. I had to check it out. I immediately called my wife's phone and it went straight to voicemail. My heart started racing. I tried again a couple times, same result. At that point I just decided to text her. The text app on my phone would also alert her FitBit if she was sleeping so I figured that would be less jarring than a phone call. <br><br>"Hey. Just checked the camera and you guys are up. Everything okay?" <br><br>I waited a few minutes and she didn't respond. I tried a couple more times with the camera and the phone and text. Nothing. So I just decided to call her work phone. It was crazy, but maybe she was at work? I knew she wasn't on shift but once in a while if they were in a bind she'd help out. Her work phone rang a couple times before she answered with, "Anesthesia." <br><br>"Hey, what's up?" she said startled. <br><br>"Oh nothing, just working. You guys asleep?" I asked. <br><br>"Yeah, sure thing." She said. Her voice was so monotone and her words so slurred. My wife doesn't slur her words and isn't monotone.<br><br>"Hell of a time to be joking with me, honey. But seriously, are you okay?" I asked. <br><br>"I, uh, I think so. I'm pretty tired. Can we talk in the morning?" <br><br>"Yeah, that's probably fine. I'm a little leery about the camera though." <br><br>"What happened with the camera?" <br><br>"I got an alert and I could see you guys on the bed." <br><br>"I'm at work. I'm in the operating room right now. We have a case going on. You can see me if you want." <br><br>"I don't want to see an open heart surgery. But the camera in our bedroom. I thought I saw you and Jordan. I called and texted you, you didn't answer." <br><br>"Okay. Well I'm not there. I'm in front of me a pretty sick patient. I suggest you don't call me again." <br><br>"Okay." <br><br>"Oh, and it's probably just the camera, but I'm not home." She said. <br><br>I hung up. I thought maybe it was a raccoon or something that go into our attic. It would be weird for an animal to sit on the bed like that, but possible. Honestly, I didn't think much of it. Maybe it was just a problem with the camera and I saw what I wanted to see. Maybe I saw a shadow and a glimpse of a shirt and assumed it was my wife. Maybe my wife snuck off to work. Maybe she just didn't hear the phone. Maybe she didn't want to talk to me. Maybe I was seeing things. <br><br>That was all in February. In April I got a strange package in the mail. I was thrown off because it was addressed to me, but had my wife's name and my name hyphenated. I opened it and it was some pictures. I looked at the first picture and it was my house. Nothing at all out of the ordinary there. The second picture was of the side of my house, and the third was a picture of my work. I was confused, who would take pictures of my house and send them to me? The next was of my wife's car, but it looked like it was taken from a few feet away instead of across the street. The next picture was of my wife walking into a building that looked familiar. I realized after a second it was her work. The next picture was of the back of her walking into the front door of our house. The next picture was of her and my son playing outside in a park. None of these pictures were old. My son was wearing the exact outfit he had worn less than a week ago. I continued to the next picture. It was of the inside of my house, the living room. There was my wife, sitting on the couch. The camera was directly in front of her. It looked like my wife, but it didn't. It didn't look like my wife at all actually. It appeared to be her, but her face didn't look right. Something looked off, and I think she knew the camera was there because she was looking right at it. Her face was scrunched up and her eyes were black and small. <br><br>I.she was my wife. <br><br>The next pictures were of my son. He was lying on the floor, face down. There was blood around his head. I felt like I was going to pass out. I managed to hold myself together and looked at the last picture. It was the camera again in the living room. The same thing as before, my "wife" was looking at the camera. Her face still scrunched up, same black eyes. I blacked out.<br><br>I came to and I was on the floor. I was cold and sweaty. I was shaking. I somehow made it to the sink and threw up. I called my wife and it went to voicemail. I called again and again but she didn't answer. This had gone too far. I had to go home. <br><br>I couldn't even bring myself to look at the pictures again. I just got my bags and got in my car and started driving. I was shaking the whole time, but I managed to make it the whole three hours back home without incident. When I got to my house, I just parked and looked at it. It looked like my house. Everything was normal. It was a beautiful day, the sun was out, there were birds singing, there was a slight breeze. My house looked perfect. I got out of my car and walked to the front door, key in hand. I stopped at the front door and looked around again. I walked around the path and into my backyard. The fence was closed and locked. I walked around the house to the front door and opened it. <br><br>As soon as I opened the door, I knew something was wrong. The house smelled like death. It smelled like a dead body. I drew my handgun and called out. "Sheriff's! I'm in the front door." I'm not a sheriff, I'm a nurse. But I figured saying sheriff would cause who or whatever was in my house to stay hidden. I looked into every room. It was empty. I even looked in the attic. Nothing. The only room I hadn't looked in was my son's room. His door was closed and I didn't want to open it. I did it anyway. His bed was made. There was no one in it. I looked in his closet. Nothing. <br><br>That's when I heard it. "Daddy?" It was my son. I pointed my gun in the direction I heard the noise and stepped that way. "Daddy, is that you?" It was my wife. <br><br>I stepped into the living room and aimed my gun. My wife had a scrunched up face. Her eyes were black and small. She looked like my wife but she wasn't my wife. My son was standing there too, he looked normal. But something was off with his eyes too. Something with the pupils. I pointed the gun at my wife. <br><br>"Who are you?" I asked. <br><br>"I'm your wife. I've been waiting for you." She answered. <br><br>"Wifi?" I asked. <br><br>"I'm your wife. We've been waiting for you." She said. <br><br>I looked at my son. He raised his arms. "Daddy!" He said. <br><br>I lowered my gun and sobbed. I didn't know what else to do. My family was standing there. My wife, my son. It was like no matter what they did, they would always be family. I didn't know what to do. I just sobbed on my floor, gun in my hand. My wife and son were by my side. If they hadn't been dead, they would have been by my side too. I was at a loss for what to do. I knew the right thing to do was to murder these things. But they just looked like family.