I went
for a walk outside of my building and saw a stroller on the side of the road.
It was an antique old-fashioned stroller, it was copper brown with large wheels. With
a red cushion and blanket set inside. It looked as though it was a style from a
different time era. it wasn't in the correct chronological order. Why was it abandoned on the side of the road? I thought to myself. I was often a regular at
a thrift store, I loved unique findings it always felt as though I was looking
for hidden treasure left behind. Lost and forgotten but still somehow
beautiful. This hand-crafted stroller stood out to me, such a rare unique find on a
random Tuesday morning. I investigated it from afar but as I appeared closer, I
heard a tiny little muffled sound coming from inside of it. It sounded like an infant. Perhaps I'm still tired and simply need a fresh cup of coffee to wake myself
up. But as I came closer my hunch was accurate. A little infant, it looked to
be a few days old neglected and abandoned on the side of the road. A very high
traffic busy street where accidents might occur, perhaps putting that baby's
life in danger. I picked up the infant and wrapped it in the blanket and began to
rock the baby. I looked around for the mother's return. I tried to think of
conclusions that would make the most logical sense to this problematic troubling scene,
but there was no use. There didn't seem to be any car accidents near by, a sign of
foul play, not a spec of blood in sight. This was intentional. A mother who
just didn't want to take the responsibility of having a child and raising a
child. I felt my heart break and scatter into a million tiny pieces. This
infant was unable to speak, walk, let alone defend itself. A life so short could have
ended twice as fast. I placed the baby back down in the stroller and continued
walking, frantically looking around for help. Suddenly something way off into the
distance caught my eye. She was a young woman pacing back and forth. She seemed
to be talking to herself and desperately trying to calm her own emotions. Was
she the mother of this baby? I wondered with such curiosity. As I appeared
closer, she suddenly stopped pacing and looked at me. She looked very
frightened and confused. "Hey, is this your baby? What happened?" I
asked the young woman. She looked at me puzzled. "What? You found another one?" I
looked down at my stroller then back at her. "Another one? What do you mean?"
She grabbed my arm in desperation "Come quick!" her face was covered in
tears her mascara had smeared everywhere. Her T shirt looked severely ripped as
if she had just survived a wild animal attack. I knew what she was about to show
me probably wasn't something good. I paced myself. There, in another stroller
in a pile of thorn bushes was another abandoned old fashion stroller. However,
the design was different. They were in the same time frame but not identical in
design. This one was silver with large wheels however it had a white cushion
inside of it with blue fabric surrounding the stroller. The infant was wearing a blue onesie, this gave me the impression that
perhaps this infant was a boy. The infant's legs and arms looked as though they
were having tiny spasms that would soon spread across the whole baby's tiny body frame. "Oh
my God!" I screamed in disbelief. I suddenly felt as though I couldn't breathe.
"This baby is having a seizure!" The young woman beside me looked
panicked. "I don't know what to do!" I pulled the stroller out of the
rose bushes, I felt little pricks touch my skin and I realized the sharp edges
of the rose bush pricked me. I felt bits of my skin begin to bleed. I was able
to successfully pull the stroller out. "Call 911! Report two abandoned babies.
One in desperate need of medical care, this infant is having a seizure.
Approximately a few days old!" I yelled to the young woman. She began to cry "I… I don't know where we are."
I tried to look around for a street sign, but we were surrounded by trees and a
busy street. With time running out, we waved down cars waving our arms back and
forth screaming for help hoping a car would eventually pull over. However, to our surprise
another woman on foot stormed and screamed at us. "What the hell is the matter
of you two? You can't leave a baby like this. If you don't want it, fine! But
bring this baby somewhere safe. I am going to report you! " We tried to explain
to the mysterious older woman that the two babies we found weren't ours. With
all the fighting and screaming she suddenly stopped and froze. "Wait there's
two more?" We all went silent as we realized all three of us had found three
separate babies. She showed us the infant that she found. Different stroller
but same make and model. Historical time. We were confused and desperate for
answers. The mysterious older lady pulled out her cellphone from her purse and reported
the address and made a 911 call.
All Three of us sat patiently in the waiting room in the hospital. We sat there
anxiously waiting to hear any sort of news from the doctors. We bought take out coffee from the café across the street and even browsed the
gift store just to kill time. We then returned to the waiting room, still crying wondering what to do about the situation. We introduced ourselves to each other, to
ease the trauma and gain comfort from each other. My name
is Samantha I anxiously spoke. I ran my fingers through my shoulder length
blonde hair. I felt my nerves take over. I needed something to keep my hands
busy to prevent them from constantly shaking. I constantly twirled my hair and braided it
just to undo it moments later. The young woman sitting beside me introduced
herself as Claire. She looked as though she was early thirty, she had a tiny
bone structure, but her face appeared mature. She had a messy bun and was
wearing a purple T shirt and grey jogging pants with white runners covered in dirt and mud. The
older woman who was hostile with us earlier in the day seemed to let her guard
down as the day progressed. She had a brown bob cut hair style. She wore black
jeans with a blue tank top. She introduced herself as Monica. We spoke to each other and formed an unlikely
friendship. I spoke about my English literature exam and my upcoming university
classes I'll be taking in the fall. As we spoke and drank our coffees a nurse
wearing white scrubs walked into the room. She had a clipboard held tightly in her hands and sat across
from us. "I apologize for the delay, but I am afraid I have some unfortunate
news. one of the babies you found suffers seizures due to addiction to drugs.
The mother must have been a drug addict while pregnant. They got the police involved and
the police are doing a full-on investigation. Trying to track down each baby's
birth mother or if they are all perhaps related, meaning triplets. The blood
work did come back from the lab. These babies all have separate mothers. There is
no connection in any way. Meaning three separate women intentionally abandoned
their babies at the same time, there must have been a strange friendship
between the three women. A private investigator was assigned to the case as well to
track down those were responsible. However, we informed the police of the situation and sent them the lab results of the
blood samples we took. Police found a positive DNA match and they
are arresting a woman right now at the station. I suggest you speak to police
if you have any questions about the case they are building." She handed us the
private investigator's number. In a small cardstock was a bold name and a
signature stating his job title followed along with a small physical picture.
Jonathan Mateo. The nurse continued speaking "The babies will be going into the
foster care system, we will rest assure you they will go to great homes with
loving families. Excuse me, I have more patients who need my care." She got up
and proceeded to leave the waiting room. The girls and I looked at each other in disbelief. We decided to call the
private investigator to receive any news from him. We put the mobile phone on a
table close by and put him on speaker phone, introducing ourselves and our role
in the case. Jonathan cleared his throat and explained.
There were three women, who were apart of a
cult. The cult restricted the number of girls and demanded more boys. All three
women found out they were having girls and the cult they were in refused access
to allow anymore girls in. As the girl ratio was higher than the boys. The boys
built things and hunted while girls stayed home and protected the family home.
They prayed to their God twice a day, and only ate plant-based foods apart from
eating animal meat on celebrated holidays and special occasions as a treat. They
had certain beliefs and rules they must obey and follow, and they couldn't
leave the grounds. They had to stay where they were, or they would be creating
a sin and be disowned by those around them. There was only one doctor in the
village and only he was allowed to leave the grounds in search of medicine and
healing foods. The doctor had visited the cult and declared each mother was
going to deliver a girl rather than a boy. One Mother felt sick to her stomach about abandoning her little girl. Feeling distraught about the whole
ordeal a mother named Hope found teenage boys at a bonfire, the boys were not
following the rules of the cult. She promised she would have them dead. The
cult would kill them as a result of them not obeying the cults rules, or they
could help her, and they would get to live. Without hesitation the boys agreed
to do anything she asked as long as she kept quiet. She insisted she was going
through something traumatic, and she couldn't abandon her little unborn child
sober. She needed drugs, alcohol anything to get her through this difficult
time. The boys agreed and all four of them shared drugs around the bonfire.
They would often meet up and the drugs only increased from there. However, one
night she returned to the fire to find out the boys weren't there. The cult had
kicked them out for not obeying. She realized her drug supply was now gone, the
only thing helping her at the time. She began to panic. Suddenly her water
broke. She screamed but there was no answer. Finally, a voice was heard from
afar "Hope! Is that you?" A local farmer approached her and brought
her back to church where she gave birth in a bathtub. She heard other screams
in the distance and realized another woman was delivering her baby as well.
When her baby was born, she wrapped her baby up in a blue blanket she found in
the church and tried to pretend her baby was a boy to keep it from being
killed. She told herself she couldn't abandoned her child, and she would have
to convince her child, her whole life that she was a boy instead of a girl. It
was the only way to keep her baby safe from being killed. She called her baby "Charlie".
The next day at church a preacher spoke about childbirth and how three women
gave birth last night, however two of the babies were determined a still born
as when they were born, they were born dead. Hope squeezed Charlie as she knew the
preacher was lying. She feared for Charlie's life if the townspeople ever found
out the truth. She walked out of the church and proceeded to make her way home.
A young woman approached her and held onto her arm and began crying "Is your
baby really a boy? You are so lucky they took mine away yesterday. She was
alive and everything, a healthy baby girl. They took her away, off the grounds
into the unknown. How could they do that? How could they take a baby from her
own mother?!" Hope lied and confirmed indeed she had a boy. She felt sorry
for the woman's loss. But the woman sensed something was off about her
childbirth story and began following Hope with suspicion. Hope went home and
began to change "Charlie's" diaper. The other woman looked into the
window and saw the baby but did not see a penis. She realized that Charlie was
indeed a girl. She grew jealous and angry and wanted to seek revenge. She
should have planned that, kept her baby after all but she didn't think of such
a clever plan. She went home and spoke to her friend over dinner. Her friend
gave birth to a girl and was forced to give it up as well. The two girls grew
jealous and furious. Not only was Charlie a girl, but the mother had lied to
the cult. Which according to the cult any liar is a sinner and must receive the
harshest punishment to correct their ways. The two women reported the act to
the community hall, and they arranged Charlie to be removed from the cult as
soon as possible and the mother be put to death. Hung by rope in all to watch.
A dishonest mother and a sinner. The community hall agreed upon the decision.
Right before the towns curfew they broke into the mother's home and removed
Charlie. The mother screamed in fear and cried. The husband denied not knowing
that Charlie was a girl. He said he never changed Charlie's diapers as that was
always his wife's duty. The whole ordeal was traumatic and painful. Hope begged
and screamed for dear life "NO! DON'T TAKE CHARLIE! PLEASE!!!" They
brought her to a tree and tied her up with rope and hung her for all to watch.
Hearing "Boo" from others in the crowd and wolves howling way off
into the distance.
The morning after a young woman named Claire was going out for a jog when she
found a baby in a stroller. An old-fashioned stroller with a blue blanket. The
baby had seizure after seizure. I decided to wake up and enjoy a morning stroll
and I found a baby abandoned on the side of the road. Then a much older woman
named Monica instructed by her doctor to be more active as she was suffering
health problems, decided to go for a walk and she found an abandoned baby. Finally,
the story made sense and we were heart broken to have discovered the truth. The
police tracked down the cult and arrested those who were involved in neglect of
the infants and the murder of Charlie's mom. The two women who had originally
planned to kill Charlie's mom was sentenced to life behind bars. The cult was
shut down and broken up with investigations proceeding further of drug use at
the cult, abuse and wives turned into slaves and much more. There were more
criminal activities involved in the cult then what others originally thought. Women
refused to leave the cult and prayed daily they did not want to change their
ways to fit into society furthermore they did not recognize they were being
abused, brain washed and just committed murder. They did not know or wanted to
be held responsible and did not want to serve time behind bars, neither did the
men. In the end the village was set to flames and was burnt down and condemned.
Trees were planted over it and a forest grew. Turning this story into a well-known
scary story told every Halloween night. While some thought it was false and
very creative and laughed "wow! What a good story!" Others knew the
truth but promised not to discuss it further.
The End.
