“Janet, where did you get this baby?!” I asked, my voice trembling with fear. I had woken up to find my wife shaking me, shoving a crying baby into my arms and insisting that it was my turn to soothe it.
I had no idea where this baby had come from, or why my wife had it in our home. I felt a chill run down my spine as I looked at the baby, its eyes wide and filled with terror.
I slowly got out of bed and followed my wife into the living room, where she had placed the baby in a bassinet. She explained that she had found the baby on our doorstep earlier that night, and that she had been unable to find the parents.
I was filled with dread as I looked at the baby, wondering what kind of evil could have left an innocent child on our doorstep. I had a feeling that something dark and sinister was lurking in the shadows.
My wife and I spent the rest of the night trying to soothe the baby, but it was clear that something was wrong. As the sun rose, I had a feeling that our lives were about to take a terrifying turn.
