The Crying Baby

From: Anonymous
Story type: Ghost
Location: LakeView Terrace California
Source: Form Submission

When I was 13 we moved into a house located at the end of a canyon called Kagel Canyon,Ours was a dirt road and the house was once part of a bunk house of the San Fernando Mission,Accross the street we had a view of a "lake" called Hanson Dam,You could tell what year each room was added because of the light fixtures in each room.

I have always been sensitive to unusual visitations,most of which my Mom brushed off as imagination.

Since I could be trusted my Mom and Dad often left me for weekends and of course home by myself,

One day a baby started crying,the cry made me want to cry it was so heart wrenching.I was able to trace the sound to one corner of the living room.The crying didn't scare me, just fustrated me because I could not help this crying baby.When my parents came home I told them about it and they thought it was a great joke.

So for quite awhile I was the only one who heard the baby and it was usually when no one except myself was at home.Of course my parents told their friends about my imagination,but I always told the same story.That became irritating especially being a teen.

My older sister who is kind of scatterbrained left her husband and came home with a baby in tow,since she liked to party,she often had him somewhere being babysat, because by this time I was a couple of years older and would not be stuck with him.

One weekend she took him to my grandmother's and came back home to get ready to go out and the baby began to cry,not remembering she had left her baby with my grandmother she went to go to him and couldn't find him, she then relised it was my "ghost",she ran out of the house and drove to a neighbors and wouldn't go home til my parents came home.They figured she'd smoked something.

My parents decided to go on a cruise and a friend of theirs came to stay in the house because they had just moved back into California.The woman was in the house and the baby began to cry,I came home and she was in tears,and I just told her that it was the baby in the corner,by this time I had learned that sometimes if a child was stillborn, the father would sometimes just bury it nearby. The woman would not stay in the house by herself after that.

When my parents returned she told them what happened and had listed the days and all. My mom thought I had put it into her head.By this time I was about 17.That year I left for College and one night got a call from my mother and in the background I heard a baby crying and asked if she had my new nephew there and she began to cry and say it was my "ghost".My Dad had been called out of town and she was by herself,I told her to talk to the baby and comfort it and it would quiet down,I stayed on the phone and she began to talk to it and the crying slowly died. a couple Of months later Mom called me to say they had sold the house.

The new owners tore the house completely apart and remodled it,after all these years, my own children love to hear the story of the "ghost baby" and I wonder if it still crys.