True Ghost Tales

Baby Buggy

Okay, here's onefor you.

When I was 11, we moved from Michigan back to Indiana. We endedup staying with my Grandma & Grandpa in their big oldVictorian house until my parents found a place for us to live.G'pa & G'ma had their bedroom downstairs, while my parents,myself, and my brothers stayed in the three bedrooms upstairs. Mybaby sister slept in a crib in my parents' room, so I had a roomto myself.

One night, I woke up when something bumped the bed. I sat up andlooked over the footboard of the bed, and there sat this bigwicker baby buggy. I was pretty sure it was in my brothers' roomwhen we all went to bed, but there it was at the end of my bed. Ithought my brothers were trying to scare me (being brothers andall), so I went to their room to catch them laughing, and tellthem I wasn't scared. They were both sound asleep. I checked. SoI went back to bed, with the buggy at the foot of my bed.

A couple of hours later, I woke up again. This time, the bumpcame from the hallway next to my room. I went out and looked, and- you guessed it - there was the baby buggy. (In case you'rewondering what kind of 11 year old is so fearless -or dense- thatshe would go stomping all over a creepy old house in the middleof the night, that would be me. I just wasn't afraid; morecurious than anything.)

To make a long story short, the bumping and waking and checkingon the buggy took me to my parents' room (they didn't wake upwhen the buggy went through) back into the hallway, and finallyback into my brothers' room, which is where I thought the thingwas when the night started. The next morning, no one saidanything that would make me think that they had seen or heardanything unusual. So I didn't say anything, because I didn't wantmy brothers to make fun of me (as they were wont to do.) Now,YEARS later (fifteen or so) I asked my brothers if they had doneall this, and they said no. (We were having a good-old-fashionedbull session at the time, and I believed them.) And a couple ofyears after that, my Grandma was making arrangements to disperseall of her possessions before going into a home. She said thatshe was giving the wicker baby buggy to my aunt. I asked herwhose buggy it was, and she said it was her baby brother's. Icouldn't recall any great-uncle, so I asked her about him. Shetold me that he had been a sickly baby, and he'd died as aninfant. In the buggy.

Creeps me out just to think about it, but I wasn't scared at thetime.

And don't give me any c**p about "night terrors".