"When I was in high school, my uncle would throw me a couple bucks to help babysit his kids with my aunt. They lived in a two-story house by the water, nice area. The kids were about 3 and 6, respectively.
One day I was sitting in their den on my phone when I started to hear a baby crying. Thinking it was the three-year-old, I headed to the bottom of the stairs to check and see if my aunt was up there dealing with it. I called for her a couple times with no response. The baby kept crying. I called for her one more time, and when I got no response I started walking up the stairs. Then I heard my cousins and aunt playing outside.
All the hairs on my body stood up and I literally felt a chill run down my spine. I quietly turned around, walked down the stairs, got in my car, and drove away. The 'baby' was still crying when I closed the door behind me.
A few years later I was drunk at a family party and told my uncle the story. He told me that he and his wife used to hear the baby too, and apparently, the previous owners had a kid die of SIDS in that room upstairs. He's uber Catholic and had a Mass said for the baby. He said after that it never happened again. Still gives me the willies when I talk about it though."
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Missing: A Collection of Short Horror Stories
ParanormalA collection of stories. These are apparently true stories, but are so creepy they don't sound true. Bear in mind that these stories are not mine and I have gotten them for the use of entertainment ONLY. Credit goes completely to those who posted t...
