15The girl ran through her little sister's nursery, giggling. Her auburn hair flew behind her in waves; bare, pale feet padding the floor as she ran. She had on only a white dress that went down to her knees.
The nursery once had a beautiful shade of light pink covering its walls, with a few dolls littering the corners. It had always smelled of roses and other flowers, as her mother loved to work with gardening and always spent her days in here. There was a brown rocking chair surrounded by the dolls in the far left corner, with a blanket hanging on top. It had been knitted by the girl's mother herself in pregnancy with the infant, and had left it white, as the baby's gender had not been discovered until birth.
The crib was in the center of the room—the main attraction. It was all painted white wood, with the palest shade of pink pillows and a blanket to comfort the baby that once rested inside.
The little girl ran up to this crib, with a small doll in her hands, still giggling. She set the doll inside, covering it with a blanket. It was a replica of the girl herself, one that her mother bought in the market. She kissed its head and tucked the blanket a little tighter, as to provide comfort. She grinned, and laughed, her joy spilling out.
Her smile faltered at the sight of a strange contraption sitting in front of a dollie on the floor. One of hers that her mother stole for the new baby. She started giggling again, seeing it as a new toy her mother bought from one of the gypsy men that always sat in the dirt in town.
She stepped in front of it, trying to contain her laughter, poking the shiny . . . thing with her toe. When it did not move, she started giggling again and sat down in front of it.
It looked like a rectangular box, but the edges were smooth. It had a round thing in the front; the girl poked it with her finger. It was smooth and cold, she drew her hand back.
She did not like this new toy.
Somewhere off in the distance, possibly in the living room, several men were shouting in fear and excitement.
"Holy CRAP did you see that?!"
"It's unreal!"
"Somebody go in there with her, we'll get an EMF for sure!"
"Who needs an EMF, she's been giggling on camera!"
The strangers bothered the little girl. They spoke to her as if she were the infant herself. They come in uninvited, and began placing their things all over the house without permission! Worst of all, they were talking in a tongue that was not fit for a lady, much less a child, to hear!
Well, at least she knew where the toy came from. It was the strangers'. Pretty, but not a toy she wanted to play with.
She changed her focus to the plastic ball. It was not a regular ball you would see everyday—it was colored oddly. Well, a ball was a ball. She began to roll it around on the ground between her arms. The odd men began to shout even more now.
She sighed, and stopped playing.
She got up and walked over the men's toy.
She started laughing again, and ran up to the wall.
She went through the wall, her giggling still echoing through the house.
The nursery changed then. The walls changed from a pale pink to a dusty grey. Spider webs took residence in the corners between the ceiling and the broken, shattered china dolls that were scattered on the floor from age and other creatures that crawled through the walls and floors of the old farmhouse. The old rocking chair's wood was chipped and broken, becoming soft like balsa wood. The crib's pillows and blankets were chewed up by whatever creatures once lived there, and mold and mildews began to grow on the crib itself.
The haunted nursery was back to its regular form. The ghost hunters sat back in their chairs in shock.
Inspired by 'Haunted Nursery,' by Midnight Syndicate. So creepy, I tried to listen to it for hours. My family stopped me, but I'd advise you to follow in my footsteps - become deranged. It's fun!