Who Bit The Baby
by Clove
Reminds me of when I was 6, my sister was 3, and our baby sister was only a few months old. Me, sister, mom, and baby were the only people in the house. The baby was napping, and we were dicking around doing I dunno what in another room. All of a sudden the baby started screaming, like 0-60. We were startled, but eh, babies. But our mom went to comfort her and then yelled for us to come in there right now. We walked in and she yelled, "WHO BIT THE BABY." We told her we didn't know what she was talking about. She showed us a perfect, small, DEFINITELY HUMAN BITEMARK on the baby's leg. She grounded both of us for denying that one of us did it. But we were together the whole time. It wasn't us.
edit: by popular demand, some other weird stuff
- Once, when I was about 14-15, I was up really late at night, sitting on my bed reading. I was sitting with one foot on the floor. It was quiet, my sisters were asleep (we all slept in the attic, so technically a shared room, but they were pretty far away on the other side of half-walls). I felt cold fingers touch the back of my calf, like, press gently and then draw back. It was very distinct. I jumped up immediately, obviously pretty freaked out. I couldn't see my sisters clearly, so I thought, oh, a stupid prank. But I looked under the bed and there was nothing under there. Not just no one, but nothing, I didn't keep things under there -- and it was hot summertime, so there were no sheets or blankets on my bed that could have fallen and touched me. It shook me very badly. For several days I was on edge, but eventually I forgot about it.
- Thanks to my dad's hoarding, our basement is a miserable warren of shelves and stacks of random items with a few "aisles". The stairs are that configuration where there's another set of stairs above it (to the attic), so it has the sloped ceiling in the way of your line of sight til about halfway down. A few months after the first incident, I went down there to get some pasta out of our storage room. It was midday. As I was coming down the stairs and cleared the ceiling so I could see, I saw something fly behind a shelf. It was bright - white, I think, and looked solid, like a shirt or other piece of cloth, or a piece of paper. It was like something had quickly stepped behind the shelf. I froze and stared and listened, but didn't see or hear anything else. No air moves through that basement, so I didn't see how it could be something flapping because of a breeze. I crept down the stairs and along the aisle and stuck my head around the corner. Nothing there. I hunted around for awhile for a piece of paper or cloth or anything it could've been but didn't find a single thing. Very disturbing. I was always a little anxious about the basement, but after that I was flat-out scared of it, and even now I'm glad to be away from it.
- At some point in the winter, I was scaring myself reading spooky stories, and it occurred to me to ask my sisters if anything weird had happened in the house lately. The younger said no, but the other did have something. This must have been some months after what happened to me, because my sister was doing homework when it happened. She was in the sunroom (which protrudes from the front of the house), and it was late at night. She didn't remember what time, but everyone was asleep. She had all the blinds closed, so she couldn't see outside. As she was sitting there, there was an extremely loud WHOOSH and a thump from outside. It was so loud she felt like it shook the house. She didn't investigate. She cheesed it upstairs and hid in her bed, where she fell asleep after a while. She didn't have anything else happen, and never figured out what it was. I suggested an owl or something hitting the windows but she insisted it was far too loud and forceful to have been animal or human. As we were discussing it, my mom came to tell us dinner was ready. We told her about the odd events. When we got to my sister's, she said, "Oh yeah. I heard that too." She said it was so loud she thought a tree had fallen, or that a car had hit the house. She went outside to check, but saw nothing. It was just a still, quiet night.
After that, nothing else happened. I never felt the house was haunted or anything like that. But those incidents stick out in my mind...just bizarre.