There’s a place here in Alabama in my town called “ Crybaby Hollow “ and it’s just this old bridge in the middle of a forest where a woman drowned her baby a good while ago ( can’t remember who exactly ) but I used to think it was just an old tale parents told their kids.
Well, my friend and I parked our car on the bridge and decided to see what was what. They say the spirit of the baby is still around and if you say “ Cry Baby Cry “ you’ll hear a baby scream in the distance, wanting for its mom.
We turn off the car and the lights and sit there with the windows rolled down and yell out those words. For 15 mins, nothing happened, not even a bug chirped. RIGHT when we were about to turn the key in the truck, my friend and I hear music from a child’s toy, it was a faint “ pop goes the weasel “ melody.
Next thing we know, we hear a baby wailing in the distance, and there is NO one that lives in that forest, it is all condemned and we are a good 20 miles from the nearest civilization. It’s not a cool of a story as the others, but it makes my blood run cold whenever I hear a baby cry now.