00:00We thought the handprints were just part of the old paint, until we counted them.
00:04When the marshals moved into the 8090s farmhouse, they expected creaky floors and drafty windows,
00:09but nothing prepared them for what they found in the nursery.
00:12Sarah was setting up the crib when she noticed them dozens of tiny handprints pressed into the ceiling,
00:17all reaching toward the door like frozen waves.
00:21The mud had long since dried into the plaster, brown and cracked, but the details were perfect.
00:26Every tiny finger preserved.
00:30Her husband Tom tried to reassure her they were probably from previous owners, kids playing some weird game,
00:36but Sarah couldn't shake the feeling that handprints don't end up on ceilings,
00:39unless someone was desperately trying to escape something.
00:42That night, their baby monitor picked up a strange sound not crying,
00:46but the soft patter of small hands pressing against drywall.
00:49When Sarah rushed to the nursery, she found their infant daughter standing in her crib,
00:53arms raised straight up, tiny palms flat against the ceiling, perfectly still.
00:59The mud was already forming on her hands, and in the dim glow of the nightlight,
01:03Sarah could see her daughter's eyes were fixed on the door, watching, waiting, just like the others before her.
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