I stare down at the baby in my arms. I never wanted to have a child. I could just be rid of him now. "Baby blue," I say, tears springing to my eyes, guilt fills me at what I'm about to do, "baby blue," the baby boy in my arms wails, "baby blue," I whisper, as the weight of the baby leaves my arms. I hear his wails, and the soft splash as he hits the water of the toilet. I'm so sorry, I think as I press the lever, watching him swirl down the drain. Never again.
Now if you stare in the bathroom mirror, and repeat "Baby blue" 13 times, you'll feel a small amount of weight in your arms. Drop it in the toilet and flush. In the middle of the night you will hear a mother's voice say "Where is my baby?" You MUST reply "Where you left him" or she'll kill you.
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Random Short Horror Stories
HorrorRandom stories me and my friend came up with. Aka she told me most of them.
