Terrifying Tales

Mother in Law

My 4 year old daughter was murdered.

She was all I had left. My wife had died in a horrible car accident, driving her home from a doctors appointment. Fortunately, my daughter managed to survive. She was only 8 months old.

Then, when she was one, she swallowed a coin. My mother in law found her on the floor of the nursery, blue in the face. We managed to dislodge the coin, and she survived.

Again, a few months later, she tripped and fell while crawling near the stairs. Our house cleaner found her when she came in that morning, and after a couple stitches and a blood transfusion she was fine.

My mother in law and I got paranoid after that. She was a very superstitious person and believed that my daughter had cheated death in the car accident, and now it was coming after that. She tried endless procedures to help her, including locking her up in a room with just a mattress, and taking her to multiple priests and churches. It irritated me about how possessive she was. I couldn't get a minute alone with my own child.

For a while, things got better. She stopped having accidents and became a very healthy, happy little girl.

Then, a couple months after her second birthday, a giant german shepherd attacked her while she was sitting and playing in my mother in laws garden. She was washing dishes inside and heard the noises, and managed to wrench my daughter out of its grip. Once again, after a few stitches, she was fine.

That night, when I got home, she went crazy. She said I was the reason my daughter was being put through so much. I managed to calm her down, but it took me hours.

Things settled once again. Doctors told me my daughter would have some form of trauma, but it wouldn't be significant and she would manage to function normally.

Then, three days after her 4th birthday, my mother in law went grocery shopping while I was at work. The police told me she left my daughters stroller unattended near the frozen aisle, and went to get something at the opposite end. When she got back, my daughter and her stroller were gone.

After a tearful, difficult, five hour interview, the police finally made notes to all the little accidents that happened to my baby, and my mother in law's paranormal beliefs, and came up with a plan.

In about 10 minutes time, they would search my mother in law's house. It would take them a while, but eventually, they would find my daughter's body in the washing machine. They would interrogate the few people that were in the grocery store, and realise that my daughter had never come in with my mother in law. And they would chalk it up to her being a senile old woman.

My daughter would be dead and my mother in law in a mental hospital. Two birds, one stone.

All thanks to the seeds I planted. To the failed accidents that happened to my daughter. Of course, they were always meant to kill her. But making my mother in law paranoid helped too.

After the dog attack, she began taking medication. It was a little too easy to change it up a little. She lost her mind after that. The day my daughter went missing, I showed up at work, and locked myself in the office. My window over looked a small alley, which was easy to access via a ladder, which luckily, the janitor had left a week ago.

It was easy to swap out my sleeping daughter with a life-sized doll in her crib. And, it was really easy to toss her in the washing machine and start it up, leaving her to drown. It was easy to get back into my office and pretend I had been there the whole time.

The hard part was the anticipation. The excitement. Knowing how perfectly everything was falling in place.

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Source: Written by me