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The Baby Ghost In A Blanket
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May 25, 2025
A man found a baby on his property in the backyard. He picked up the baby, took him inside his house. He fed the baby and put it to bed. While he was relaxing the baby spoke, "You make your tea, you gave me some. You cook your food you gave me some. You drank your rum, you gave me none. Take me back where you got me from". That's when he realized that he brought a ghost into his home. Watch the video and see what happened next.
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the wind rustling through the old oak
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trees malcolm seated on his creaking
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porch under a vast starless sky froze as
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the haunting sound pulled him from his
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quiet thoughts life in his quiet
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southern town was simple but tonight the
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simplicity was broken by a sound soft
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distant and unmistakably human a baby's
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cry startled Malcolm rose and peered
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into the shadows of his backyard the cry
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grew louder pulling him toward the edge
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of his garden where the moonlight
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faintly illuminated a bundle lying in
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the dewy grass his heart raced torn
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between a surge of protective instinct
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and an unshakable dread of the unknown
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each step toward the bundle felt heavier
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as if the air itself carried a warning
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heart pounding he approached cautiously
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wrapped in a faded blue blanket was a
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baby no older than a few months staring
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up at him with wide unblinking eyes that
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seemed to hold a knowing almost
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unnatural stillness its expression was
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calm yet unsettling as though it had
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been waiting for him all along "who left
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you out here little one?" Malcolm
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murmured his voice trembling with a mix
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of concern and confusion there was no
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answer of course just the baby's steady
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gaze cradling the child in his arms he
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carried it into his small tidy home the
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air inside smelled of pinewood and old
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books malcolm placed the baby gently on
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the worn couch then hurried to the
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kitchen to make tea hoping to calm his
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nerves as the kettle whistled he poured
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two cups reasoning that even a baby
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might appreciate the warmth on such a
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chilly night he dipped a finger into the
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tea to cool it before letting the baby
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sip a little from a teaspoon "there you
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go," he said with a smile "that'll keep
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you warm." The baby watched him intently
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as he busied himself making dinner
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malcolm cooked a simple meal rice beans
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and some chicken he'd been saving it was
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a comforting dish one that reminded him
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of his childhood and the meals his
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mother used to prepare on quiet nights
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like this he hoped its warmth and
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familiarity would calm his nerves and
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offer some solace to the strange silent
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child he set a small portion aside and
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mashed it finely for the baby the child
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ate without fuss its gaze never leaving
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Malcolm's face later he found an old
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quilt in the closet and made a makeshift
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bed in the corner of the living room he
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laid the baby down tucking it in snugly
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exhausted Malcolm sat at the table and
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poured himself a glass of rum the amber
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liquid glistened in the dim light as he
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raised it to his lips savoring the
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warmth that spread through his chest
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that was when he heard it "you make your
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tea you give me some you cook your food
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you give me some you make your bed you
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lay me down you drink your rum you give
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me none take me back where you get me
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from." The voice was small high-pitched
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and clear as a bell
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malcolm froze the glass slipping from
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his hand and shattering on the
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floor in his chest as he turned to look
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at the baby who now sat upright in the
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quilt its unblinking eyes glinting with
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something otherworldly "what what did
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you say?" Malcolm stammered his voice
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barely a whisper the baby repeated the
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words you make your tea you give me some
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you cook your food you give me some you
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make your bed you lay me down you drink
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your rum you give me none take me back
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where you get me from room grew heavy
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and the shadows in the corners seemed to
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stretch and shift before Malcolm could
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react further a chilling breeze swept
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through the house extinguishing the
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lamps the front door creaked open on its
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own and a figure materialized in the
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door while a woman tall and spectral
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with eyes that burned like embers her
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long flowing dress moved as if caught in
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an unseen wind and her face though
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beautiful was hollow with grief "you
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have my child," the woman said her voice
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echoing as though it came from the
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depths of a cavern the woman stepped
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closer her gaze softening as she looked
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at the baby this is no place for us we
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belong to the night where no living man
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should tread with that she extended her
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arms and the baby floated toward her
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falling away to reveal its form
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shimmering and translucent the two
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figures mother and child began to fade
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their outlines dissolving into the
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darkness before they disappeared
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completely the woman turned to Malcolm
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one last
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time "be careful what you invite into
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your home," she warned her voice a
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haunting whisper "not all lost souls
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seek salvation." And then they were gone
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the door slammed shut and the room was
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silent once more save for Malcolm's
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ragged breathing he stood there for what
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felt like hours the shattered glass at
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his feet glinting in the faint moonlight
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from that night on Malcolm never
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ventured into his yard after dark and
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though he never saw the woman or her
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child again he often felt their presence
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a chill in the air a whisper in the wind
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and the unshakable feeling that the line
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between the living and the dead was
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thinner than he'd ever imagined malcolm
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began to research the history of his
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land uncovering tales of old burial
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grounds and tragic deaths including that
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of a woman and her infant lost in a fire
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many years before he visited the local
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library where dusty tomes and faded
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newspaper clippings hinted at ghost
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stories whispered for generations it
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became an obsession he needed to
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understand why they had come to him and
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what more might be lurking beyond the
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veil he spoke to old-timers and local
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spiritualists each with their own
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chilling tale their own warnings some
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told him he had been chosen others
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claimed he had unknowingly stepped into
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an ancient curse the truth seemed always
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just beyond reach like a shadow that
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moved when he turned his head years
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passed and Malcolm's life returned to a
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semblance of normaly though he remained
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a man marked by the past but one
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faithful night as he sat in his armchair
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reading by the dim glow of a lamp a
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familiar chill crept into the room the
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air grew heavy and the shadows stretched
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unnaturally once
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more from the corner of his eye he saw
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movement turning slowly Malcolm's breath
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caught in his throat standing there was
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a teenager tall gangly and unmistakably
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the same child he had found all those
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years ago the boy's eyes burned with the
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same unsettling intensity and his
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expression was one of quiet malice "you
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thought you could forget me?" the
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ghostly figure said its voice deeper but
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laced with the same eerie cadence "i've
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come home Malcolm." Malcolm's heart
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pounded as the teenager stepped closer
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his translucent form flickering like a
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dying flame the walls of the house
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groaned and objects began to shake and
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rattle as though the very structure were
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protesting the presence of the uninvited
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spirit night after night the ghost
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returned tormenting Malcolm with
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whispers cold touches and the constant
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shifting of shadows the house once his
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sanctuary became a prison the teenager's
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presence grew stronger more malevolent
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until it seemed he was no longer content
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to simply haunt the ghost began to take
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over corrupting the very essence of the
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home doors slammed shut on their own
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windows shattered without cause and the
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once cozy rooms became cold and
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unwelcoming malcolm tried everything to
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rid himself of the spirit prayers
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rituals even seeking the help of a local
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priest but nothing worked the ghost was
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bound to him tethered by the fateful
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night he had taken the baby
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in the priest arrived one rainy
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afternoon his presence a stark contrast
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to the oppressive atmosphere of the
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house dressed in black with a solemn
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expression he carried a thick Bible and
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a silver crucifix he moved through the
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house sprinkling holy water and
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muttering prayers but the air grew
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heavier with every step he took the
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walls trembled and the ghost teenager
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appeared his form flickering with
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malevolent energy the priest's voice
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faltered as the ghost's laughter filled
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the room low and mocking "you've never
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faced anything like me," the ghost
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sneered the priest pale and visibly
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shaken clutch his crucifix tightly but
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took a step back "this is no ordinary
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spirit," he whispered to Malcolm his
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voice trembling "it's bound to this
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place bound to you i cannot banish it."
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With that the priest fled leaving
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Malcolm alone with the entity that had
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taken over his life the ghost smiled its
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fiery eyes gleaming with triumph "no one
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can save you now," it said its voice
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reverberating like thunder "this is my
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house my domain." One night as Malcolm
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sat in the darkened living room
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clutching a Bible and trembling hands
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the ghost appeared again this time it
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was different the teenager's form was
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solid his presence oppressive "this is
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my house now," the ghost declared his
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voice reverberating like thunder "you
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took me in and now you'll never be rid
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of me," Malcolm exhausted and broken
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fell to his knees "what do you want from
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me?" he cried the ghost smiled a
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chilling expression devoid of any warmth
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"i want what was taken from me your
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peace your life your soul." And from
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that night forward Malcolm's house
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became a place of terror a beacon for
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darkness that no one dared approach the
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once kind man was left to wander its
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haunted halls a prisoner of his own good
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intentions forever tormented by the
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spirit he had unwittingly invited into
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his
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story years of torment left Malcolm a
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shell of his former self but deep within
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a glimmer of hope remained desperate for
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answers Malcolm unearthed an old journal
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left by his grandmother a woman known
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for her wisdom and matters of the
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supernatural within its pages he
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discovered a ritual of redemption a way
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to atone for unknowingly inviting
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darkness into his life the ritual
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required courage humility and a genuine
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offering of peace malcolm prepared for
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weeks gathering rare herbs candles and a
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mirror said to reflect the truth of the
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soul on the night of a new moon he stood
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in the center of his living room the
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items arranged in a circle around him
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the house was eerily silent as though
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the spirit itself was waiting "i invited
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you in," Malcolm began his voice steady
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despite the fear in his chest "i didn't
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understand but I've learned i offer you
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peace i offer you release." The ghost
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appeared his form flickering between the
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teenager and the baby Malcolm had first
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found "you think you can undo what's
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been done?" The ghost snarled "i can
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try," Malcolm replied his voice firm
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"not for me but for you for your
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mother." The name struck a chord the
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ghost hesitated his fiery eyes dimming
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malcolm held up the mirror its surface
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glowing faintly "look," he urged "see
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the truth of who you are and what you
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can be." The ghost gazed into the mirror
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his form shifting the malice began to
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fade replaced by sorrow a whale echoed
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through the house as the spirit shrank
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into the form of the baby cradled by the
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spectral figure of his mother who
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appeared once more her eyes no longer
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burning embers softened with gratitude
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"thank you," she whispered her voice
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like the wind through trees "for giving
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us peace." With a final radiant glow the
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two spirits vanished leaving the house
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warm and quiet for the first time in
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years malcolm sank to his knees tears
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streaming down his face he was free and
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so were they from that day on the house
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became a place of light and healing
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malcolm planted a garden where he had
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found the baby each bloom a reminder
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that even in the darkest of nights
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redemption was possible visitors would
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come to sit beneath the old oak trees
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remarking on the peace they felt in the
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garden's presence malcolm now a
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storyteller and healer in his community
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would share his tale not to frighten but
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to teach he spoke of kindness of
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consequence and of the unseen bonds that
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can outlast death the legend of
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Malcolm's house lived on not as a
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haunted place but as a sanctuary where
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lost souls were once offered tea warmth
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and a chance at peace and though the
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night remained ever mysterious those who
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passed by the garden swore they could
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hear the faint sound of a lullaby on the
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wind sung by a mother to her child
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finally at
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