“She’s crying. She’s really crying, Si. RUN!!!.” I say with a panic.
Simon makes a dash for the stairs. Not quite fast enough for my liking, mind you. My baby needs saving.
Then.
Clunk, clunk, clunk…back up the stairs.
“Nope, she’s sleeping.”
“Like a baby?”
“Like a perfect baby.”
“Oh.”
Pause.
“Well, our Safety 1st device is messed then. Cause I heard definite wailing, screeching…even some wind!”
“That which normally emanates from Elsie’s bedroom.”
“Yeah! The wind was crazy—”
Pause.
“Our safety device thing. Messed.”
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I feel a story coming out of this.
Oh Becca, this sounds like Mommy Brain! lol
Ghosts live in my house too…
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