Dad drove me home with mom in the passenger seat crying and me in the back completely silent but still tears rolling rapidly down my cheeks. Once back at my house I went inside with my parents following me close behind. I went to my laptop and looked at what had happened in Nick’s room while I had been listening on the baby monitor. My parents gathered around me, I started the video. It started off with me leaving Nick’s room. I fast forwarded through that part. Then we came to a part where Nick was just crawling around his crib. I fast forwarded through that too. After a few seconds we came to a part of the video where the window was opening once again by itself. My parents stared wide eyed and opened her mouth to speak but I silenced her.
The shadow I had already seen crawl out the window earlier that day was now crawling back in and walking over to Nick’s crib. It put it’s hands on the the crib and where it’s hands were began to smoke. It’s hands were burning the crib. We all watched in awe as the shadow picked up baby Nick and held him in it’s arms. It began to sing that dreadful song I heard coming through on the monitor. As it reached the end of the song and yelled, “mine”, the whole room was engulfed in flames and smoke and the shadow was gone. The hand marks on the bed, gone. And baby Nick.... Was still in his crib? But, the shadow had taken him with it? Didn’t it? As confusion wove through my mind my mother was trying to get my attention. When she finally got it I looked at her and she looked back at me with knowing eyes. She knew something... But what?
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After a long silence my mother finally spoke. “That.... Thing..... We saw in the video.... I have a friend who deals with those kinds of things.... I’ll call her up and she should be here in the morning with her team....” That was all my mother said before getting up, grabbing the phone, and going into the kitchen to call her friend. Dad got up and went with her and I stayed on the couch and glared at nothing in particular. I just glared. My anger fueled by the fact that my mom knew something I didn’t. Being nineteen, I still thought I knew everything and everything I did was right. That’s just how teens are, even I of all people can admit that.
Mom and dad came back in the living room and mom hung up the phone. “Camille should be here soon.” My mother said quietly and sat down in the chair across from me. Dad leaned up against the chair mom was sitting in, and I sat on the couch and glared at the floor with my fists clenched and my lips pursed. Hours passed and the more I sat still on the couch with my fists clenched the more pissed off I became. When is Camille going to get here?? I thought angrily as the doorbell rang. I jumped up, literally jumped, and dashed to the door.I whipped it open and there stood and woman who looked like she was about in her late fifties. Behind her stood two men. Both taller than the women, one man shorter than the other. The shorter man looked about in his early twenties and the taller man about in his late thirties.
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