The Ghosts of Oakleigh House by M. L. Bullock

Author:M. L. Bullock [Bullock, M. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten--Sierra

“I heard a baby crying. I swear I did, Helen. That makes two of us now.” Helen’s eyes were legitimately worried but I couldn’t lie to her. I didn’t hear a thing. And of the two of us, I was the medium. This was a disturbing turn of events.

"I did earlier but this time I heard something else but it could have been a baby. It was almost out of earshot.”

“Let’s wait a few seconds.” I put the digital recorder on a nearby table. I didn’t move a muscle. After hearing nothing else I began our EVP session. “We think we heard your baby crying. Can we help you?” A scratching noise drew my attention to the window but it turned out to be a twig stuck on the window glass.

“We won’t be here much longer. If you want to tell us your story, now is your chance. It might be the only chance you have. Please, come forward. I won’t hurt you. Helen won’t hurt you. We only want to help. We want to understand.” The silence grew and we played back the recorder a few times but there was nothing to hear. Maybe with the computer software amplification but probably not.

“Why don’t you give it a shot, Helen? I’ll stay in the other room. Let’s take a kind of a divide and conquer method. Let’s set the IR here next to the audio recorder since the other camera won’t catch this room. Are you game?”

“Yes, I would like to try. The crying was disturbing. Heartbreaking. If it was a baby it was hurting, sick maybe. I’m not sure.”

I set the camera up and made sure I had Helen in the viewfinder. We had plenty of battery juice, thanks to Joshua. I actually forgot to check the equipment.

“You’re good to go. Let me tell Midas what we’re up to.” Tapping the walkie-talkie I filled him in on our plan and of course, he signed off on it. Helen gave me the thumbs-up sign. “I’m right here if you need me.”

Helen shoved her hands in her blue jeans pocket and nodded. She immediately went to work. “Baby? Sierra heard you crying. Are you lost? Are you sick?”

I kept completely still and let her continue without interference. Helen continued to ask questions. Her warm, even voice was friendly and not fearful although I sensed that she was not completely comfortable with any of this. Bruce was the reason why she kept coming back to investigate. He was a die-hard paranormal enthusiast and he was well connected. I mean, everyone knew Bruce and he was often a panelist at paranormal conventions. There were only a few paranormal archaeologists out there. Tonight he was wearing a 19th-century hat and a pocket watch from approximately the same time period. Helen was just her beautiful self. White hair, loose and flowing. Blue jeans and a soft, gray t-shirt.

“Is the baby’s mother here? Have you lost your baby? Do you need help finding her or him?” Another long gap of silence passed and then Helen said.

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