So about a couple of days ago, maybe weeks now, my baby cousin Payton died. She was born a couple of weeks before. Now, this was kind of expected because of the shape she was in. Late birth, diagnosed with leukemia, they had to feed her through a tube that they placed in her nose because she couldn't swallow because it caused her pain. She had heart and lung problems, and even if she had lived through it, she would have lived a miserable life. She died and we went up to the cemetery where her funeral was taking place.
They were lowering her into the hole and we took a moment of silence. In that moment I heard a small noise, I could hardly make out but it sounded like that gibberish that small children speak. I thought nothing of it until we were on our way home, and I heard it again in the car. I was sleepy at the time so I thought that it was just my mind playing tricks on me. So I took a nap through the two hour car ride.
We get home and I ask my older brother if he heard the same thing, he said he think he might have but he wasn't sure. I released the thought and went upstairs. I am walking to my room when I hear it again! I again release it and head to my room. I lie down on the bed and eventually fall asleep in my clothes.
Around 1 or 2 I wake to the sound of a baby crying. It sounded EXACTLY like Payton the time they had to insert the food tube into her nose. I get up to change into my pajamas and the room is pitch-black, I'm not kidding when I say you can't see a thing.
Now, I've never felt safe at all in my room or anywhere in the house for that matter but as soon as I step off the grounds of the house I feel safe and at ease. A couple of people have died in the house, so I already know it's haunted. I rise from my bed and walk about two feet and stop, because I feel some kind of presence in front of me. And the crying stops. I reach my lamp and turn it on. I wipe my eyes. And I see a small child with a broken food tube in her nose, blond hair and blue eyes crying in the middle of my floor. I take a step towards the child and the vision vanishes.
I think it might have been my mind playing tricks on me but for about 2 or 3 times a week now I'll wake up to the sound of a baby crying. But only once have I seen my baby cousin, Payton, lying on the floor crying. What do you think it is?