The baby

This is a scary short story I did the other day in class out of nowhere. the original is in Spanish but I'm rewriting it in English.

The baby

When Michael arrived home at night he expected his wife to be in the kitchen feeding their kid, Charlie, or even on the couch, watching a movie with the baby sleeping. He was hoping to have a nice dinner with them and then have some time to relax with Morgan, his wife; however, that wasn't what he got.

The first thing he noticed when he entered was the dead silence that was filling the house, he left the keys and pulled his jacket off, hanging it on the chair before making his wai¡y to the kitchen. But this was empty, so he made his way upstairs, deciding to check the rooms in case Morgan was lying down in their room or watching the baby sleep, something he did a lot.

"Morgan?" he called quietly, walking one by one by their rooms, the crib was empty; so he made his way to their room, the light was off, and as he focused on the bed he could feel a breeze hit his face, after realizing his wife wasn't there he turned his gaze, the window was open, something strange since his wife never left anything open when she wasn't in the room, or house. 

He made his way back downstairs, it was strange that they were nowhere to see, having in mind the fact that Morgan's things were there: her phone, her keys...

He decided to check outside, hesitant since it was just stupid they would be outside at that time of the night. 

As he walked around the house he could smell a strong scent, he couldn't really tell what It was but if he had to describe it on one word it would be disgusting.

As he approached the back of the house the smell made itself stronger, to the point he would have to use his sleeve to cover his nose. He heard the air and owls, everything was dark, he stood in front of the small garden they had, staring at the moving ground as if they had buried something down there. He was going to ignore it until he heard the faint noise of crying. 

His eyes widened in shock as he kneeled and moved to the ground, his baby was crying, he had her beautiful face covered in mood and had tears staining her cheeks. He held her up to his chest, he turned around, trying to look for Morgan in the dark night. 

It was when he approached the forest he saw it: It was something hanging from a tree. H swallowed and shushed Charlie as he approached, a chocked noise escaped him when he realized who it was. Morgan was there hanging from a branch with her face stained with tears and her wedding dress on as if to remember the day she offered her life to him. 

Author's Note

Hey, people" Just telling you that it's not perfect on writing but I'm planning on starting a book since I have been writing for some years now.
You can add me on discord (JasonManner#6614) or message me by here or send me a mail ([email protected]) for any questions, I usually check more the mail than the app but I will try to be around.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

"his baby was crying, he had her beautiful face covered in mood and had tears staining her cheeks. "
Okay, language issues - it happens. Suggest "Charlie was crying, her face covered in mud, her tears flowing..."

Anyway I think you meant mud.

[augustus]

I've just read it again and the result is the same. A tragic and well- written piece.

[augustus]

A sad and tragic tale. You may want to edit it to change mud for mood. Nevertheless a good effort!