Here is some background for those of you who haven't read my previous story: These stories take place in Denmark, Maryland, and Florida. Now that that's out of the way, on to my story.
When I was about to turn ten, I moved from my parents' house in Denmark to my grandparents' house in Maryland. Well, at the time, my aunt, my uncle and her first child were staying with my grandparents for a brief time along with my other aunt and my dog, Kato.
Every night, my aunt would put the baby to sleep and every night, we would all hear a baby crying from down the hall where the nursery was. Sometimes, we even heard a baby crying on the monitor. When an adult would go and check on the baby, the baby would be fast asleep and there would be no sign of the baby stirring in his sleep.
I would also like to note that we lived in a rural area near a heavily-forested area, and as such, there were no neighbors within a close proximity to us. Also, we personally knew the closest neighbors on either side of our house and none of them had a baby or even a small child.
Creepily enough, my best friend at that time confided in me that she had heard the baby crying as well, so I think the sound wasn't imagined by those who lived in the house.
I would like to add that the house was built in the 1920's, and that means to me that almost anything could have happened in that time period.
Maybe the spirit of an infant is trapped in that house, or maybe it was something more sinister that plagued me while I was all alone in the house. Who knows?