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 the worst shift in the medical profession as far as I'm concerned but it pays the best. My wife works a regular 9-5 at a law firm. She goes to work when I get home and vice versa. <br><br>We have a two year old son, so we need to cover both shifts in some way. <br><br>We used to hire a babysitter, but she'd be there for maybe an hour, max.<br><br>That's why we decided to leave him alone at night.<br><br>He sleeps most of the time anyway, and we would check on him throughout the night. <br><br>My wife would do it while I was at work and vice versa. <br><br>To make it easier, we would always keep his camera monitor open and we would hear alarms if he cried for too long. <br><br>We've never had any problems with this method. That's why it was so strange when the monitor alerted last night. <br><br>The alarm didn't go off because he was crying, it was because movement was detected after 10pm. <br><br>We could set different settings depending on the time of day and we were sure we'd set the night one to only detect inhuman movement. It was practically our Burglar alarm when we were away and our boy was in the house. <br><br>I looked at the monitor to check the movement, and to my surprise I saw my boy sitting on the bed. <br><br>But that wasn't the weirdest part. <br><br>Right next to him sat a woman. <br><br>I froze. My hands were shaking as I watched them. They didn't talk. They didn't do anything. They just sat there. I could only see a small part of the woman's face, but the part I could see looked a lot like my wife. Exactly like my wife.<br><br>She was sitting so close to the camera that I could only see a little bit of her face. <br><br>And a portrait of a young girl. My son was holding it. I couldn't really see it, because again it was close to the camera, but I could see a painting or drawing of a girl in a dress. The dress was red and the girl had long black hair.<br><br>I was so confused. Why was my wife there? I was sure I had called her before I left for work earlier. I was positive she said she was going to work. Unless, of course, she never went home. Unless she lied to me and was home this whole time. No. She wouldn't do that. And who was the girl in the painting? <br><br>I didn't have time to wonder for long. <br><br>The woman and my son put their heads down. Like they were waiting for something. <br><br>It didn't take long. The bed was in the middle of the room and the camera hung above the bed on the side of the room. It didn't take long before I saw him too. <br><br>Myself. Right next to my son. The me in the camera monitor was sitting where I am now. It's where I usually sit when I check on him. <br><br>Why would my wife lie to me? And how did they think they'd get away with this? And how did I not notice that before?<br><br>These were the questions roaming around in my head while I watched myself along with my family closing their eyes right next to me.<br><br>I looked to my right to see if it was true. If I was there at the same time as my other self. <br><br>It was empty. I was alone. <br><br>Still, my family looked familiar. I'd seen them many times before. <br><br>*Right next to me.*