In 2002, my parents had a baby, a little girl. Three months later, she died. They said it was SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome), that she simply stopped breathing while she was sleeping. No pain. I was nine years old when she died.
For the next few weeks, I didn't actually believe that she was dead. Being so young, my mind just couldn't wrap itself around the concept that one moment, a person could be in your life, and the next, be gone. I was positive that it was just a dream that I would wake up soon. And it wasn't a desperate hope that it was a dream either. I was sincerely confident that what was happening was not real.
Shortly after her death, I woke up in the middle of the night, hearing a baby crying. I didn't even think of the fact that we no longer had a baby, and so I went back to sleep. The next morning when I told my mother, she started crying, and my dad took me aside and said, "You can't say things like that. You know she's gone." I was shocked to remember that, but I was positive that I had heard a baby cry. It was a distinct infant cry, different than from that of toddlers, children, or adults. Anyone who has been around an infant can verify that infants have a different cry than toddlers/older children. And there were no other babies in the house or even in the neighborhood. But of course, I couldn't keep saying that I HAD heard it, since it was obviously causing my family so much pain. None of my other siblings heard anything.
For about a month, I would intermittently hear a baby crying. I felt that I couldn't say anything, because it would make everyone sad. I was never creeped out at all or anything like that. It was almost comforting to hear. When I finally accepted and realized that my baby sister was dead, that it was no dream, that it was real, I stopped hearing the infant cries. This makes me wonder if it was just a figment of my imagination, if I was hearing a baby crying simply because I wanted to. But I can still remember it with absolute clarity and distinctness.
Other than that, I haven't experienced any paranormal activity that I know of. Sometimes, I see things in my peripheral vision, that I think nothing of, but if I happen to turn and look at it, there is nothing there. This has happened probably a dozen times since I was twelve I am sixteen now, but only once has it been a person. It's been things like a motorcycle driving next to my car, a flag waving in the wind, and sometimes indistinct movements that I couldn't identify. But all these things seem like they could be my imagination, or simply a coincidence. What do you think?
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A baby dead, and is crying for Momma. But Momma never comes to attend.
It horrifies me.