Me and my sister, Jade stare at whats in front of us. The big, black figure that's just standing there whispering words I can't quite comprehend. We have been experiencing things like glass falling off of shelves and knives being thrown but we haven't seen a figure, the past seven days we've been here.
"Maura, I'm scared." Jade whines. Jade is eight years old, me only twelve.
We have never dealt with paranormal activity. Every since we moved to this house, weird things have been happening. For the past four days, me and Jade have been kept awake by whispers.
"Get out." I hear the figure mumble. We back up to the door. The figure inches toward us.
We run out of the house and as far as we can.
"Do you hear that?" Jade asks.
"Yeah. Is that a baby?" I asked confused.
We cautiously walk toward the sound of a baby crying. We're lead behind a tree when we see an old school baby carriage. I reach for the baby girl.
"What are you doing with my baby?!" A woman inhumanly shrieks.
"We heard it cry and-" Jade is cut off by a man chopping the woman's head off. This causes her to scream.
"You're next." He smirks while pointing at her.