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Story 43: It's Just The House

The man's front door had never looked more inviting. Rain poured down in massive sheets, and he had the luck of stumbling about it right before he commuted home. As he fumbled for his keys, he was thinking about his wife and new child. The three of them had only been living in their house for a few days; after all, the place was pretty cheap and had a ton of space. A nice home, two steady jobs, and a beautiful child; the couple couldn't have asked for much more.

There they are, the man thought in relief as he walked in. Sitting in the living room, his wife attempted to placate a very fussy baby girl.

"Hey, honey. She's been crying for close to ten minutes and I can't figure out what's wrong. Could you hold her for a second?"

Before he could reply, his newborn daughter was thrust into his arms. Her name was Brooke. Only a couple months old, she had her mother's sweet, blue eyes, but her father's wide grin. Her father began to coo her. Almost instantaneously, she stopped her tantrum.

"I think she just missed her daddy," the man reassuringly told his wife. With a sigh of exasperated relief, she served dinner.

The rest of the evening went rather uneventfully. The man and his wife set the baby to bed and watched a romantic movie (or what they could of it, at least). As the two were lying in bed that night, they heard a loud thud that jarred them from their pillow talk.

"What was that?!"

The man's wife was greatly alarmed. Thinking it was nothing, he tried to assure her that everything was fine.

"It's only the house, dear. The place is old; it's going to settle here and there."

"Could you please check?"

He just wanted to go back to sleep, but his wife was a persistent one; he knew that if he refused to check on things, he would only be pestered into doing it. Grabbing his robe, he set out to explore the house.

None of the windows or doors had been breached; every possession was in its place, and no one was lurking outside. As the man was about to go to sleep, he decided to go check on his daughter. Just as he had suspected, Brooke was snugly tucked away under her blanket. Content with the state of the house, the man went back to bed and slept without any interruptions.

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"Honey," the man's wife asked him shortly after the couple woke the next morning, "do you find it strange that Brooke didn't cry at all during her sleep last night?"

All things considered, the man did think this was a little odd. Shrugging it off as nothing, he gave a rational explanation.

"That warm milk must have done the trick. Don't worry; tomorrow night, she'll cry up a storm."

While his wife was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, the man heard her bloodcurdling scream nearly shake the house with its intensity. Rushing to see what was wrong, he was shocked to see what lay before his eyes.

Their two-month-old daughter was in the open oven, charred to a crisp. Her ashes heaped in a pile at the bottom. The smell emanating from the inside of the oven was so sickening that it caused his wife to vomit. Beside the oven door, he noticed a small note. It read this in nearly illegible handwriting:

"IT WASN'T THE HOUSE SETTLING."

 *AUTHOR NOTES: Hey Killers! :D Its Alyssa! :D Here is the story about  It's Just The House! I DON'T OWN THIS STORY!!! Anyways next story is about Ticci-Toby! I FINALLY FOUND THE STORY XDD I already knew Toby so yeah XD lol Anyways SO WATCH OUT FOR THAT!!! And yeah that's it! BYEH!!! ~Alyssa*