I Came Back Home from a Long Trip Unexpectedly and Discovered a Strange Child Inside – ‘I Live Here,’ He Said

I came home unexpectedly from a long trip to find a strange child in my living room. The boy said he lived there, and as I followed his innocent directions to the bedroom, I uncovered a truth about my husband’s involvement that shattered my world.

As I pushed open the front door, my kids darted past me into the house, yelling “Surprise!” Their voices echoed in the house. But something felt off. There were shoes by the door that didn’t belong to us. A couple of pairs were small, definitely children’s shoes, but not my children’s. I froze.

“Mom, why are there other people’s shoes here?” Emma asked, her brow furrowed.

I forced a smile. “Probably some guests. Let’s find Dad and see.”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, and moved toward the living room. My steps were slow, deliberate. I peeked around the corner and there he was: a young boy, maybe four years old, sitting in our living room, engrossed in cartoons on the TV.

The boy turned to look at me, unfazed. “Hi,” he said with a toothy grin.

“Hi there,” I replied, my voice shaky. “Who are you?”

“I’m Jason,” he said. “I live here.”

My heart skipped a beat. “You… live here?” I repeated, more to myself than to him. “Where are your parents, Jason?”

He pointed toward the hallway. “In the bedroom.”

I stood there, rooted to the spot. How could this be? I had only been gone for three weeks. I needed answers. I needed to see Ian, my husband.

“Stay here, kids,” I whispered to Emma and Max, who were now eyeing Jason curiously. “I’ll be right back.”

Each step toward the bedroom felt heavier than the last. My hands trembled as I reached for the doorknob. I paused, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

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