Ladyboots9@aol.com writes...

Two newlyweds moved into a house on the beach. The house was very old with creeking stairs and doors. And very peculiar looking. They lived there for about a year when she started hearing strange noises that seemed to be coming from the beach. She told her husband many times, she was positive she could hear a babies cry in the wind. He told her that she was imagining things and that he would always protect her. He thought it was nothing more than her imagination running away with her. One night during a tremendous rain storm, she could distinctly hear a baby crying. Her husband was working late and it began to make her mind wander. If there were no houses around them for miles then where could a babies cry be coming from? She was hoping that she was only imagining it. She went out to the beach and walked for miles in the pouring rain looking for the baby. There was no one, but she could still hear the cries. When her husband returned, he found the house empty and wondered where she could be. He went looking for her along miles and miles of the beach. As he was returning home, he came upon a beautiful cradle that looked as if it had washed up on the beach. He couldn't resist it's beauty and decided to take it home. When he returned home his wife was waiting for him. She told him of the baby crying and her search. He assured her that he was just on the beach and did not hear a thing. A few days later, they found out that she was pregnant. They decided to keep the gorgeous cradle for the new young one. After 9 months, there was a beautiful baby girl lying in the hauntingly carved cherry wood cradle. She was very nervous about keeping the cradle but she never said anything to her husband. She was afraid that her husband would think she had gone mad. One night the child's father was awakened by a particularly harsh storm. He heard the baby crying as if something were terribly wrong. He went to check on the baby. She was fast asleep, but the crying was still very loud. Suddenly the cradle began to rock violently. He leaned in to get his baby when he heard a voice shout... "DON'T TOUCH MY BABY!" "Please, don't take my child!" It was the distinctly the voice of a woman, but not his child's mother. He reached into the cradle, to get his child. Now, there were two babies crying, his baby and the mysterious cries. As his wife entered the room, he handed their baby to her and told her to keep thier baby safe. He quickly grabbed the cradle to get rid of it. The unseen woman's cries got louder. "BRING MY BABY BACK." "PLEASE BRING MY BABY BACK." The violent scream of the baby was worse than ever before. He took the cradle to the beach, smashed it and set it afire. He could still hear the woman's plea and the babies cries, and he wanted the cradle gone even more. He felt guilty for destroying it, but he knew that he must keep his family safe. After the cradle was gone... Everytime it rained, instead of hearing a babies cries they heard the tortured wails of a woman crying for her lost child.

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