Date January 21, 1992
Time: 9:48 p.m.
Danielle: "Cmon honey you can do it, Victor look she's about to walk!"
Victor: "..."
Danielle: "At least hold the camera for me, oh look she's about to walk!"
Sounds the footsteps getting further away.
Danielle: "Victor! Cmon, this is a moment of YOU'RE daughters first steps!"
Victor: "Uh huh... you wanted the child."
Danielle: "I'm sorry, that your D̷̙̩̫̯͎̳̤̖̦́̔̈́̀̃̎́͜ą̷̢̫͕̭̳͍̰̬̼̪̮̓̌̚d̴͉̲̪̼͍̟̘̫͕͑̂̍̎́͐̍̀̐̂̚ died but please, this one time. At least be with us. Your family."
Victor: "I'm going to get a smoke."
The sounds of stomping and a door slamming moments after. Soft cries with a mix of gurgles. There was nothing. Danielle felt nothing for the comfort her baby gave. The baby touches the moms hand as it crawled towards her. Danielle looked up. Her fists clutched and her face berried in the baby's body.
Danielle: "I'm sorry Maria... your papa is just having a bad day, please don't mind him."
There was no response.
Baby Maria: "Baba..?"
Danielle's head turned up. Her smile was happy but her eyes were sad. Her lips mouthed something out. What is it. What did she mouth out? What couldn't she say out loud? Arms wrapping around Maria, Maria playfully hugged her back, not knowing what has happened.
Time: 11:11 p.m..
Click ...
click ...
click...
Beeep...
Beep...
Beep...
Danielle: "Victor where are you?"
Victor: "I am at the -hiccup- bar..."
Danielle: "Please come home, I'm begging Victor, that is all I can ask from you nowadays."
Victor: "Fine."
Victor hung up. A soft cry of a baby grew in the background and soft and gentle hushes cooed the crying child back to sleep.
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N̵̨̧̧̛̻̖̭̮̼̝̞̦̳̥̭̘̘͓͂͗͛̿̈́̀̒̽̋͗̈́̏̕̕̕ơ̷͕̳̮̯͖͙͓̌̃̊͆̉͌̓̔̀̓͂̾t̴̨̺̙̱̟̔̈́̓͆̌̏h̵̗͔̼̠̬͚͛̌̀̔̈́̀̌̐̅͗̐͗͛ḯ̴̝̣̘̯̠͒̐̋̑̓̃́̉́̔͘͘n̵̢̢̛͍͕̻̂͋̑̊͂̃̀̾̓͐͘͘͝ḡ̷̨̡͙̪̼̮͕̖̹̤͎̥͔̈́̑ ̴̬̹͕̞̩̥̏͑͂͋̋̄̊̆̐̕͠͠t̸̢̨̤̗̖̱̪͕͔̺̝̯̐ͅo̴̧̞̫̫͇̮̩̫̘̗͈̠͎̪̞̟͍̺͎̹͂̈́͗̒̏̃̿̀́͂́͋̓̓̎̉̆̋̈́̚̕ͅ ̷̻̺͙̫͔͎̫̪̠̘͈͇̣͔̦̺͓̙̈͝ͅw̷̟̩̎̊̾̓͆̓͊͋̄̏̈́̑̽͂͛̾̈́̔͝͠͠ǫ̷̛̆̍͌͗̽̐͛̔̌͛̔͊͒̈́̄̐͘̚̚ŗ̶̣͖͚͎̝͇̬͕̜͚̮̑̾̒̇̃̇́͘ṙ̶̨̟̭̳͗́̒͊̈́̒̽͌͗̚y̷̡̧̛͓̜̜̲̮̝͍͔̝̫̘͎̲̜̮̪̞̞̓͛͊͌̔̓̌̓̐̌̀͊͝
N̵̨̧̧̛̻̖̭̮̼̝̞̦̳̥̭̘̘͓͂͗͛̿̈́̀̒̽̋͗̈́̏̕̕̕ơ̷͕̳̮̯͖͙͓̌̃̊͆̉͌̓̔̀̓͂̾t̴̨̺̙̱̟̔̈́̓͆̌̏h̵̗͔̼̠̬͚͛̌̀̔̈́̀̌̐̅͗̐͗͛ḯ̴̝̣̘̯̠͒̐̋̑̓̃́̉́̔͘͘n̵̢̢̛͍͕̻̂͋̑̊͂̃̀̾̓͐͘͘͝ḡ̷̨̡͙̪̼̮͕̖̹̤͎̥͔̈́̑ ̴̬̹͕̞̩̥̏͑͂͋̋̄̊̆̐̕͠͠t̸̢̨̤̗̖̱̪͕͔̺̝̯̐ͅo̴̧̞̫̫͇̮̩̫̘̗͈̠͎̪̞̟͍̺͎̹͂̈́͗̒̏̃̿̀́͂́͋̓̓̎̉̆̋̈́̚̕ͅ ̷̻̺͙̫͔͎̫̪̠̘͈͇̣͔̦̺͓̙̈͝ͅw̷̟̩̎̊̾̓͆̓͊͋̄̏̈́̑̽͂͛̾̈́̔͝͠͠ǫ̷̛̆̍͌͗̽̐͛̔̌͛̔͊͒̈́̄̐͘̚̚ŗ̶̣͖͚͎̝͇̬͕̜͚̮̑̾̒̇̃̇́͘ṙ̶̨̟̭̳͗́̒͊̈́̒̽͌͗̚y̷̡̧̛͓̜̜̲̮̝͍͔̝̫̘͎̲̜̮̪̞̞̓͛͊͌̔̓̌̓̐̌̀͊͝
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The Nightingales Case #1
HorrorA scattered case of a family. With one and and another right behind it. Behind it all sinister secrets hide behind the curtains.