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The Haunting Lullaby Shaina Tranquilino October 26, 2024

Brianna stood at the door of her baby’s nursery, bathed in the soft, silvery glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. The house was still—too still. All she could hear was the faint, rhythmic creak of the rocking chair as it swayed back and forth, seemingly of its own accord. The air inside the room felt thick, the shadows stretched long, as though something unseen was pressing against her, waiting.

She swore she had just heard it. A lullaby, but not from her own lips. Her son, Noah, lay peacefully in his crib, his tiny chest rising and falling in sleep, unaware of the growing tension that gripped his mother.

Brianna swallowed, her throat dry. She hadn’t sung to him tonight, and yet, she knew she had heard the tune—a soft, lilting melody that crawled under her skin.

Humming. Soft. Distant.

It had begun a week ago, just a whisper at first. She had dismissed it as exhaustion, the product of sleepless nights and endless baby care. But now, it was different. Louder. Clearer. Too close. Too real.

With slow, hesitant steps, Brianna moved into the nursery. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, a cold sweat prickling her skin. The melody shifted, changing key, the notes lower, more menacing. And then the words came, sung by a voice that was not her own—a woman’s voice, sweet and soft, but laced with a warning that chilled Brianna to the bone.

"Hush now, little one, don’t make a sound, The shadows are waiting, they’re all around. Close your eyes, and sleep will take you away, But beware the stranger, who hides in the day."

Brianna froze, her breath catching in her throat. The words—it wasn’t just a lullaby anymore. They were different, darker, as though they were speaking directly to her. She glanced at Noah, still peacefully unaware of the horror unravelling in the room.

Her eyes darted to the windows. The curtains swayed, though there was no breeze. The creak of the rocking chair seemed to grow louder, a slow, deliberate rhythm matching her pulse. She backed away, instinctively clutching the edge of the crib. The voice whispered again, its tone soft but urgent, pleading almost.

"Hush now, little one, close your eyes tight, But someone is watching, someone tonight. The door is unlocked, the danger is near, Protect your sweet child, for darkness is here." Brianna’s blood ran cold. Her heart raced as her eyes shot to the nursery door. The hair on the back of her neck prickled with an undeniable sense of dread. The door—had she locked it?

A faint, almost imperceptible sound reached her ears. The soft, deliberate turn of a doorknob downstairs.

Someone was inside.

Panic surged through her. She scooped Noah into her arms, holding him close, his warmth grounding her, as if the weight of his tiny body was the only thing keeping her tethered to sanity. She turned toward the hallway, her breath shallow, ears straining for any sound beyond the eerie melody still floating through the air.

Suddenly, the lullaby shifted once more, the voice now colder, sharper, almost impatient.

"Run now, mother, it’s time to flee, The danger is here, and it's come for thee."

Brianna bolted down the hallway, clutching her son tightly. She didn’t look back. She didn’t dare. The voice had warned her, and now, she could hear heavy footsteps ascending the stairs. She could feel the presence closing in, like a shadow growing, swallowing the light.

She slammed the bedroom door behind her, locking it, her hands trembling violently. The lullaby stopped, plunging the house into silence. For a heartbeat, everything was still.

And then— bang.

The door shuddered under the force of a blow, the doorknob rattling violently. Brianna backed away, tears streaming down her face, clutching Noah so tightly he stirred, whimpering softly against her chest.

The door creaked, splintering as the wood began to give.

"Hush now, little one, it’s almost too late, The darkness is here, sealing your fate."

The voice hummed, the words curling in her ear like a curse.

And with a final, thunderous crash, the door burst open. Brianna backed against the wall, her pulse hammering in her throat. She could barely see through the tears blurring her vision, but she knew—whatever stood there in the doorway wasn’t human.

The figure was tall and cloaked in shadows, its face obscured by darkness. Only its eyes were visible, gleaming like shards of glass in the dim light. It paused in the doorway, as though savouring the terror in the room.

Then, as if responding to her silent plea, the lullaby began again. But this time, it was her own voice singing back to her, twisted and haunting.

"Hush now, little one, don’t make a sound, The shadows have come, and darkness surrounds."

The figure took a step forward, then another, each one sending an electric jolt of fear through her body. Noah whimpered in her arms, and instinctively, she clutched him tighter. A surge of protectiveness drowned out her fear. She wouldn’t let this thing take her son.

“Leave us!” she choked out, her voice trembling. But the figure only tilted its head, seeming amused by her defiance.

Suddenly, a faint glow illuminated the nursery. The rocking chair creaked once more, and in the corner of the room, she saw a familiar outline—another figure, gentle, warm, shimmering in the shadows. It was her mother, the same soft smile she remembered from childhood gracing her face.

Brianna felt a wave of relief and grief all at once. Her mother, gone for years, stood now between her and the advancing darkness. The lullaby resumed, now sung in her mother’s gentle voice, soothing and calm.

"Rest now, my child, in dreams take flight, You’re safe from the shadows that lurk in the night."

The dark figure recoiled, its shape flickering as though weakened. Her mother raised a hand, and with a final, protective look, motioned toward the door.

Brianna didn’t hesitate. Clutching Noah, she darted past the shadow, her feet barely touching the ground as she flew down the stairs and out of the house. Behind her, she heard a single, piercing scream as the shadow figure let out a final, angry wail, then silence.

Outside, she collapsed onto the grass, Noah still cradled tightly in her arms. The house loomed dark and silent behind her, but she felt the presence lift, the air clear.

And then, just as quickly as it began, the lullaby faded. A faint whisper echoed on the wind, her mother’s voice lingering in the cool night air.

"Hush now, little one, you’re safe, you’re free. The shadows are gone, and always will be."

Tears streaming down her face, Brianna looked down at Noah, who blinked up at her, calm and unafraid. With a deep, shuddering breath, she held him close, whispering a promise she’d carry with her always:

"You’re safe now. I’ll protect you. Always."