My husband and I wanted to start a new life unburdened by our past struggles when we moved into a new house. But what we found instead were relentless sleepless nights plagued by an odd sound. I almost believed it was imaginary until I went on a nightly investigation and unraveled the truth.
When David and I bought the old Victorian house, it felt like the fresh start we desperately needed. After years of heartbreak, we wanted a home where we could rebuild our lives, just the two of us. Its wide porch, creaking floors, and towering turrets made me feel like I was stepping into a storybook. A place like this was supposed to be filled with peace and light. But sometimes, it’s the quiet places that hold the darkest secrets…
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The first night I heard it, I was jolted awake by a sound I couldn’t identify. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but as I sat up in bed, straining to hear, it became clear: a baby was crying. The sharp, desperate wails carried through the stillness of the house, tugging at something deep inside me.
“David,” I whispered, nudging him. “Wake up.”
“Mmm, what is it?” he groaned, pulling the blanket higher.
“I think I hear a baby crying,” I said, my voice trembling. “Listen.”
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David sighed, turning onto his back.
“Ellen, we don’t have a baby. It’s probably just the wind or the old pipes. Houses like this make noise. Go back to sleep.”
His words were logical, but the sound had felt too real, too visceral. It lingered in my mind, even after it stopped. For hours, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling and wondering if I’d imagined it.
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The next night, it happened again.
The cries started faintly but grew louder and more distinct, echoing through the house like a haunting melody. I sat up in bed, clutching the sheets, and waited for my husband to stir. He didn’t. Slowly, I slipped out of bed and padded toward the stairs, careful not to wake him.
The crying seemed to drift through the walls, leading me toward the basement door.
My hand hesitated on the doorknob…
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The basement was still a mess of unpacked boxes and forgotten furniture. We’d barely been down there since moving in. I flicked on the light switch, but the single bulb hanging from the ceiling barely illuminated the space.
Shadows loomed large, and the air was damp and cold. The crying stopped suddenly as if cut off by an invisible hand. I stood frozen, listening to the silence. My heart raced as I backed away from the door and hurried upstairs, telling myself it was just a stray cat outside. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t.
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Days turned into weeks, and the crying sounds became a nightly occurrence. My husband continued brushing it off, suggesting I was stressed from the move. But his dismissiveness only deepened my frustration.
By the end of the week, I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
“David,” I said one evening after I finally decided to confront him, setting my coffee mug down with a thud. “Something is wrong in this house. I know you don’t hear it, but I do. I swear I hear a baby crying! Every single night!”
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He sighed and folded the newspaper in his lap.
“Ellen, you’ve been under a lot of stress. Moving is hard, and this house is old. You’re probably just hearing the pipes or the wind.”
“It’s not the pipes!” I snapped. “Why won’t you believe me?”
His face softened, but I saw a flicker of something, perhaps guilt.
“I believe that you’re hearing something. But maybe it’s not…real. We’ve been through a lot, Ellen. Sometimes stress can play tricks on us. Maybe you should see someone, my love.”
A concerned man | Source: Midjourney
His words stung, but more than that, they made me doubt myself. Was it all in my head? The thought terrified me. But his momentary expression stuck with me… there was something my husband wasn’t telling me.
That night, I decided to find out the truth. I waited until after David fell asleep before I grabbed a flashlight and crept downstairs. The crying started as I descended the stairs, louder than ever.
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My heart pounded as I scanned the basement with the flashlight beam, the shadows shifting with each movement. Then I saw it: a small, weathered door tucked behind a stack of boxes. My breath caught in my throat.
I’d never noticed the door before. It felt deliberately hidden. In the few weeks that we’d been there, I thought I already knew every inch of this new house, but I was wrong. My hands trembled as I pushed the boxes aside and reached for the rusted knob, not ready for what I was about to discover…
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Inside, a young woman sat on a tattered mattress, clutching a baby to her chest. Her wide, tear-streaked eyes met mine, and she shrank back as if to shield the baby from me.
“Who are you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I balanced myself after suddenly feeling faint. “What are you doing here?”
Before she could answer, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I turned to see my husband, his face pale and drawn.
“Ellen, wait!” he called out, his voice urgent.
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“David,” I said, stepping aside so he could see the woman and the baby. “What is going on? Who is she? Why is she in our basement?”
My husband hesitated, his gaze flickering between me and the woman. Finally, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I can explain,” he said, his voice heavy.
“Then start explaining,” I demanded. “Now!”
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David nodded toward the woman.
“Her name is Esther,” he said. “She’s nineteen. I found her a few weeks ago, outside the grocery store. She was sitting on a bench with her baby, crying. It was freezing, Ellen. She looked like she hadn’t eaten in days. I couldn’t just leave her there.”
I glanced back at Esther. Her face was pale, her cheeks hollow, and the baby in her arms whimpered softly. My heart ached, but anger surged to the surface.
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“You brought her here?” I asked, my voice trembling. “And hid her from me?”
“I didn’t know how to tell you,” he admitted, his shoulders slumping. “After everything we’ve been through, I thought it might be too much for you.”
His words hit me like a punch to the chest. Everything we’d been through, I knew he meant all the years of trying and failing to have a child. The truth is, I almost always fainted whenever I saw small children.
A therapist I once saw said it was a traumatic response to never having children of my own, so I could understand my husband’s reluctance to expose me to Esther and her son.
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I recalled the endless doctor’s appointments, the hopes raised and dashed again. The quiet grief that had become part of our lives. I thought I’d buried that pain, but now it felt raw and exposed.
Esther’s voice broke through my thoughts.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “I never wanted to cause trouble. Your husband saved us. I…I don’t know what we would’ve done without him.”
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“I know I didn’t think this through, my love. I thought if I could keep feeding her whenever you were away, she would become strong enough to move out and find shelter elsewhere,” my husband explained.
I looked at her, at the baby in her arms, and saw not an intruder but a frightened girl who needed help. Slowly, I knelt in front of her.
“What’s his name?” I asked gently.
“Samuel,” she whispered.
An emotional teenager with a baby | Source: Midjourney
That night, we brought Esther and Samuel upstairs. I decided to focus on our guests and figured I’d deal with David’s lies, gaslighting, and betrayal in private. I knew his intentions were good, but the way he went about things, even suggesting I get therapy, was not something I was willing to forgive easily.
So over steaming mugs of tea, Esther told us her story. Her parents had kicked her out of the house when they discovered she was pregnant. The baby’s father had disappeared, leaving her with nothing. She’d been living on the streets, sleeping in parks and bus shelters, when David found her.
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In the weeks that followed, Esther became part of our lives. At first, it was awkward and uncomfortable having a stranger in the house, but Samuel was such a welcome guest that we quickly warmed up to him and his mother.
The house that had once been silent now buzzed with the sounds of a baby’s cries and laughter. I even taught Esther how to cook simple meals and care for herself, and she taught me how to be around and cradle a baby without fainting and feeling the ache of what I’d lost.
A happy woman cradling a baby | Source: Midjourney
One evening, as we sat in the living room, Samuel asleep in my lap, Esther turned to me with tears in her eyes.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” she said. “You’ve given us so much.”
“You don’t need to thank us,” I replied, my voice warm. “You’re family now.”
For the first time in years, our house felt alive! The crying that had once haunted me was replaced with laughter and love. And though it wasn’t the family I had imagined, it was the family I never knew I needed!
A happy woman with a baby | Source: Midjourney
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DWTS fans blast Gene Simmons for ‘cringey’ comments: ‘worst guest judge’
Fans of Dancing with the Stars are expressing their shock over Gene Simmons using his position as a guest judge to “sexualize women.”
The 75-year-old KISS frontman, known for his larger-than-life stage presence and persona, joined the show to critique the contestants on Hair Metal Night as they danced to iconic rock anthems from the 1980s.
But audiences are now demanding the network “issue an apology” for “putting a creep on the show,” and for providing him a platform to voice his “cringe-worthy” and “sexist” comments.
On the Tuesday, October 9 episode of Dancing with the Stars, KISS rocker Gene Simmons raised quite a few eyebrows with his controversial guest appearance.
As part of the show’s Hair Metal Night, Simmons joined regular judges Carrie Ann Inaba, Derek Hough, and Bruno Tonioli to critique the celebrity dancers.
Despite the high energy of the nostalgia-filled performance set to hits like Cherry Pie and Rock You Like a Hurricane, Simmons’ sexually suggestive remarks overshadowed the night for many fans.
While his rock persona has long been associated with pushing boundaries, many felt his behavior wasn’t suited for the lighthearted nature of the competition series.
Throughout the episode, Simmons, 75, made several remarks that focused less on the dancing and more on the female dancer’s looks, which many viewers call “creepy.”
After former NFL wide receiver Danny Amendola and Witney Carson hit the dance floor, “The Demon” said he couldn’t figure out who was more “hot hot hot.”
“Danny, I’m telling you, you’re right next to somebody – one of the most beautiful women on the planet. She makes you look good. Buddy, you gotta hit the gym. You gotta get in there,” added Simmons.
And then, referring to Emma Slater who was dancing with actor Reginald VelJohnson dancer, he said: “You’ve got a beautiful woman right beside you, who can twist it and turn it, and knows how to move it and, you know, all that.”
The rock legend also had words for VelJohnson. “I wanna tell you, as a guy that’s been on the stage for half a century around the world, I’m kind of a big deal, Reggie,” Simmons said. “It’s all in the attitude and you’ve got something in that beautiful face, they love you!”
Perhaps one of his cringiest remarks was directed to actor-singer Chandler Kinney. Explaining that her moves “fogged up” his glasses, Simmons removed his dark shades and said, “You moved me, not just with your gyrations and so on, but your beautiful face and how you were into the emotion of it – top to bottom.”
He did however offer one relevant opinion to Kinney when he praised her talents, noting that she has a “big future” ahead of her.
Social media quickly filled with backlash, with many expressing their discomfort and frustration. Some viewers even went as far as to call him the “worst guest judge” in the show’s 33-season run.
“I usually like Gene Simmons and think he’s funny. But that was not the case as a guest judge. Very inappropriate and just not helpful,” writes one cyber fan on the DWTS Facebook site.
A second shares, “It was uncomfortable for us watching, can’t even imagine how the women felt. And he wasn’t scoring dances, he was just giving out random numbers.”
Gene was a bust! His comments and feedback were inappropriate along with the scores.”
A third critic adds, “His comments on all the girls was cringe!”
Another user calls Simmons “vulgar” and says he’s “the worst judge ever
Meanwhile, other online citizens are calling out ABC and Disney+, suggesting the network and streaming service apologize to fans of DWTS.
“Y’all owe the biggest apology to your fanbase (which is primarily women) & the dancers for putting that creep on your show and allowing for him to sexualize them on live TV,” one netizen writes on Facebook.
A second pens, “They need to apologize for having Gene Simmons. It was cringe-worthy. His comments were sexist, and he was just awful.”
“But they had a felon on the show this season,” adds another user, who’s referring to Anna Delvey (Sorokin), the convicted fraudster who sparked a lot of controversy with her appearance on September 17, the first episode of the DWTS season.
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