User:SilentScreamsThatShatterGlass

Baby Brother? Creepypasta written by: SilentScreamsThatShatterGlass

Have you ever found something...Odd, that had haunted you for almost your whole life? Now,this may sound cheesy, but I can't forget what I saw.

It was a late Saturday night, and my brother kept crying as my mother cradled him in her arms. He was a rough 3 months old, And like any cheesy 80's movie you've ever seen (or even that one episode of family guy) I was left to take care of him. "Great. just how I want to spend my night..." I though stubbornly. The tapping of my shoe clacked loud in the quiet room, my brother passed out in his play pen. "We'll be back soon, don't worry." My mother said, almost slamming the door behind her.

I had almost nothing to do, sitting here watching TV wasn't as entertaining when I had to keep it at a subtle tone, because my brother would cry if he had woken up. My boredom finally got the better of me, and I decided to take a small trip into the basement. My father always told me never to go down there, he didn't want me to dig around down there, Like I would get hurt. But I couldn't help myself, I had grown fond of the treasures I found down there. Reading my mothers old books, Looking at my fathers high school trophies. It was absolutely astounding to me. I made my way down the creaky stairs and instantly noticed a black shoe box, hidden swiftly behind a wooden board.

I ignored it at first, looking through other boxes, assuming it was my dad's and he had some things in there he didn't even want my mom to see. I shivered to the disgusting thoughts running through my head. I shrugged it off and continued to dig through the boxes on dad's work bench. As I rummaged through dusty letters, and newspapers, I came apon a folded up note. As curious as I am, I opened it and read on.

"DONT OPEN THE BOX PLEASE,                          I SHOULD HAVE NEVER LEFT THIS BURDEN ON                          YOU, IM SORRY FELIX..." "Felix?" I mumbled,"but that's my dads name..." I looked back at the box, that was peeking around the wooden board. That box? If that's the box it was talking about, then why...was the note separated from it? I looked back at the note, and started to remember all the letters I read from my aunt, who had killed her self about 2 years before I was born. I read back over the note, and realized... It was her hand writing. I started to get a chilly feeling down my spine. I turned around and walked back upstairs to watch TV. I folded the note back up and put it on the work bench. I began to relax my nerves, watching all my favorite episodes of spongebob to help me forget about the note. It was hard but eventually the thought escaped my mind without a trace. I started to get tired, noticing my brother hadn't woken up once. He slept shuffling adorable every once in a while.

I sighed and walked into the kitchen...and froze. Remember the shoe box? Well there it was. sitting on my Island counter with that not laying on its lid. Except, it had something under the folds of the note. A picture. I re-opened the folds and reeled back in slight horror, it was a photo of a hanging girl.In her hand she held a dead baby. She held it by its shirt collar, so it must have been choked to death. I assumed it was my aunt, due to the way she died. Except I wasn't entirely sure it was her, because my father never told me how she took her own life. I wouldn't expect him to tell me anyway. I stared at it for a good 10 seconds before I set it down making sure to put it face down on the counter. I glanced over at the shoe box and felt a stinging pain in my forehead. I felt nervous. Begrudgingly I opened the box, to find a pink tattered book, with a silk book mark attached to it. It read "Princess." On the cover. I gave a slight smile, thinking it was cute..but creepy. I opened it and instantly felt a wave of fear wash over me. Small whispers, and cries filled my ears, my eyes glued to the book reading every last little word.

Help! Save me! It's behind you. run. do something.

The whispers grew louder, and suddenly disappeared. I slammed the book shut and stuffed everything back into the box. I opened the basement door, and shoved it beneath the stairs, I was shaking my mind filled with people telling me things...But only one stood out..

The Baby

It said. I froze again and slowly walked to the opening of the living room, to find my brother still asleep. I put my hand over my heart in relief. the voices disappeared again. then suddenly... I blacked out. I saw images of my brother crying and being thrown around by some unknown force, no blood not gore, just being thrown like a rag doll. I woke up to my mom and my dad towering over me my mom shaking me, and asking me if I was okay. I blinked a few times before sitting up and looking around. "Where's Davie?" I asked trying to find the play pen, and my brother sleeping peacefully.

"Davie? Sweety..who's Davie?" My mother said staring at me like I was crazy.

I stared back at her and looked around the room again, Noticing the portrait of our family. It looked like my mother was cradling air. Nothing. I then realized, that the baby in the picture had been my brother all along. It made not sense, he was younger then me. My mother just continued to look at me and then to my father, a puzzled look on her face.My brother was gone,there son missing out of the blue.

Or...hadn't they noticed?