Giggle

It's the middle of the night, a baby's cry breaks the silence.

"It's your turn to get him," he said as he rolled over.

"Damn" she says under breath with frustration.

She sluggishly gets up and starts heading for her baby's room, she opens the door walking in towards the baby's crib. The baby cries grow louder as his mother moves closer, the baby stretching out his arms for his mother's comfort. She picks up her baby, holds him tight, bouncing and humming to soothe her little one. Her baby starts to settle and eventually falls back fast asleep. She slowly lays him back in his crib, covers him and runs her finger down the bridge of his nose as she always does.

She headed back to the bedroom, but as she was about to step in, her little one started to cry once more. She sighed with her head down, she tried to call her husband but he was fast asleep. As she trudged back to her crying baby, she heard a giggling sound coming from the living room. She shook it off as her imagination, as she continued to her baby's room, the crying stopped. She turned and started back to the room but then she heard the giggle again. Again it came from the living room, she started to walk toward the living room, with sleep a distant memory. She walked in the room but no one was there, as she was looking around she heard her husband call for her.

"Honey, what are you doing? Where are you?"

As she was about to respond, she heard her baby scream. She ran toward her baby's room, bursting through the door only to find the crib empty. She ran back to her bedroom to wake her husband, but he wasn't there. Confused, she started yelling for her husband and son. "Where are you!? What is going on!?" As she was screaming down the hall, again the giggling sound could be heard. But this time from the baby's room. The mother slowly walked toward the room, hesitant to open the door. Scared to even imagine what was on the other side.

As she entered the room she could see someone in the rocking chair holding her son. With a sigh of relief she said, "Oh my god, honey why didn't you say anything when I called for you? Did he wake up again?" As the mother walked around to the front of the chair the husband's figure started to morph into a tall, emaciated figure. With its long gaunt arms wrapped around her son. The creature's claws of hands started caressing her child's head, as it lifted its hand from her son's head the creature started to run its long gnarled nail down the bridge of the baby's nose. The mother fell back into the corner of the room, face locked in fear, with her eyes rolled back into her skull. Just like her husband right beside her.

As the night air fell silent once again, all that could be heard was a giggling sound of a baby coming from the room.