Hush Little Baby is a scary story written by a member of this website named scary lady (firstname.lastname@example.org).
There was once a beautiful woman. Her life was going very well. She graduated from college with a PhD when she was 25. She started seeing a very handsome man right after graduation. They were very happy together and she couldn’t imagine life without him. After dating for a year, the couple got married.
Soon after their wedding, the woman found out she was pregnany. Nine months later, she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. The married couple loved their baby boy very much. The husband loved the baby more than anything, even his wife. She started to become jealous.
The mother never got any sleep. She was always awake, taking care of the baby, in the middle of the night. She would always have to put the baby to back sleep, feed him, burp him, sing to him, calm him. She did this every single night and the strain began to show.
The woman was growing to hate the baby. Her husband still loved the baby. He often ignored his wife and when he came home from work, he just played with the baby. The wife was exhausted and overworked. She was craving attention that her husband was unwilling to give.
The woman started to go off the rails. Her behavior became abusive. Sometimes, when she lost her temper, she would take her frustrations out on her own child. She would spit on the baby and refuse to feed him for days on end. She refused to change the baby’s diaper as well. She would punch the baby, kick him and throw him around like a rag doll. She even tried to drown the baby, but her husband caught her before it was too late.
The husband still loved the baby and tried to protect him. He would often take the baby to work with him to ensure nothing happened to him. Their relationship was beyond repair and the couple was slowly drifting apart.
One Sunday, everything seemed fine. The wife just sat there, not saying a word. The husband played with the baby.
That night, everything was peaceful. The husband decided to stay home with the baby and the house was quiet. The baby started crying in the middle of the night. The wife got up and walked into the baby’s room. She picked up the baby from it’s crib. She pulled a knife out of her dressing gown and began singing a lullaby.
“Hush little baby, don’t you cry,
Mama has got a sharpened knife.
As I sing every little note,
I get closer to slitting your throat.
Hush little baby, close your eyes,
1,2,3 and then you die,”
The husband woke up in the morning and checked on the baby. What he saw horrified him. The baby was dead. It’s throat had been slit from ear to ear and the crib was soaked in blood. The husband sat there in stunned silence. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t say a word. He sat there all day, staring at his dead baby. He couldn’t eat or sleep. He just gazed at the baby’s cold, motionless body all day.
Finally, the man got up and went dwnstairs. His wife was making dinner in the kitchen. She was stirring a pot of boiling water and acting like nothing had happened. The man snuck up behind her, grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head into the boiling water. He held her head there, seething with anger, as she struggled. Then, he whipped her head back and broke her neck. After that, he slit his own wrists and killed himself.
Months later, a new couple moved into the house. They had a beautiful baby girl. One night, the wife woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. She still had the lights off and was staring in the mirror. She saw her own reflection in the mirror, rocking the baby. She had a blood soaked dress. Her reflection slowly turned to look at her. She saw her misshapen face, a grin slowly spreading across it. She raised the knife and brought it to the baby’s throat. All the woman could hear was the baby crying. Her reflection slit the baby’s throat. Then, there was silence.
The worried mother rushed into the baby’s room. The walls were dripping with blood. There, standing before her, was the woman. She handed her the dead baby. The wife was crying. The woman lifted the knife. “Hush little baby,” she whispered.
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