THE UNSAFE ROOM

I was about 13 when my mom had decided to move to Fort Worth with her new husband. They had a lot going for them...a new life. And a baby had arrived as well.

The house they had bought was beyond gorgeous. But, there was something about this one room that scared me more than anything. Sent chills up my spine...maybe break into a cold sweat. The worst part was it was the baby's room. Rolan to be exact.
The room consisted of a very, very, very noisy squeaky bed, and a crib.

One night I had exited my room to go to the kitchen to get a drink of water, and as I walked past Rolan's room, I heard someone whisper my name very lightly. But I ignored it. Then the baby monitor started making noises that sounded like something growling in a high-pitched voice. I again, ignored it and went back to bed. Then that morning, I saw my mom staring into Rolan's room wide-eyed and she looked scared. I asked her what was wrong?. She whispered, "There's something on that bed. I can see it." I remember her exact words. She stared for about 10 minutes, but then was on her way.

That night, I walked into the room. And I felt something scrape into my left leg. I almost screamed but I didn't want to wake the baby, so I headed to the bathroom. It was a big gash, it was bleeding, and I had a piece of glass stuck in the wound. I ran into the room and grabbed Rolan and I told my mother.

That next day, they told the realtors that they would be moving out. I still have the scar on my leg, but its fading. I will never forget anything that happened in that house. And I won't ever go back again.

Submitted From: Brooke, TX, USA

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