mostly ghostly

1993

#1993

The baby, Louis, still was too young to understand most things.

But he wasn't too young to not remember faces, like his special visitor on Halloween.

He always wondered where the man had gone on the days after the thirty-first of October.

He would sometimes stay up, waiting if he would come again.

Of course the man didn't, until tonight.

"Hello."

The stranger loomed over the child who yet again, was wide awake.

The baby, remembering the stranger, squealed and bursted in babbling glee.

This shocked the man for he had forgot the development periods of a baby.

"My, look how much you've grown..."

The stranger observed Louis from his head to his toes.

He frowned, scowling shortly after.

The baby was barely halfway there of age.

Still, this was better than any other plans for revenge.

Waiting was the cost, so shall be it.

"Louis? Can you understand me?"

The baby sat up clumsily and smiled so fondly at the stranger.

"Is that a yes?"

Louis giggled and tried reaching out for the man with the curls.

The man shook his head and waved the child away instead of touching him.

"No, no. Lou, not yet. Now isn't the time."

Apparently the boy understood for he stopped smiling and laid back down in his crib.

It was magical to the man of how the child could do that.

He understood and obeyed, something that most other babies his age wouldn't do.

"You have so much potential..."

The man trailed off in thought.

He smiled and chuckled roughly at the heavens to his luck.

"So perfect. Your mother will be devastated."

The stranger turned to face the opened door that leads to the hallway and the main bedroom.

The smile turned wicked and bigger as he raised his foot.

"Until then, I'll slowly torture her."

He lightly tapped the hardwood floor but the sound from it seemed to be from an explosion.

When the mother came rushing in moments later, the stranger didn't vanish at once.

In hopes of terrifying her, he let his image linger on for a moment more so that she could see him standing by her baby.

His plan was successful.

Jay screamed loudly at the sight and the baby cried.

The rest of the night became too scary for Jay to sleep or leave Louis unattended.

She wondered how the boy was alive or how he appeared when everything was locked and the home security was on.

Most of all, how did he escape?

Then, after another round of searching everywhere in the house and finding no one, Jay decided that it was just the trick of her mind.

She blamed the nonsense on the lack of sleep but still had Louis beside her, just in case.

Jay quickly fell asleep due to her tired body and mind, leaving baby Louis awake and mobile.

Louis could hear the soft, lulling voice of the curly haired man in his head.

Being able to crawl and partly walk, Louis managed to get on the ground by the door.

He smiled at the figure in front of him.

Shh...be a good boy. Don't want to wake your mother up, do we?

The man's voice cooed in the child's head as he pointed at the sleeping body on the bed above.

The baby didn't make a sound but kept smiling at the stranger.

I have to go now.

Louis' smile faded and his eyes shone sadness.

He was old enough to understand those words.

Bye-bye Louis.

The stranger vanished from the front of the bedroom door to the nursery across from it.

The baby smiled again at the man's magical teleportation.

The man waved before disappearing like always.

Next year, Lou.

Then the baby's eyes grew heavy and eventually closed.

[A/N: I love writing this... Do you like reading this?]