As I got closer to it, I noticed it was a little rattle, the kind little babies had. It didn't look new, so it couldn't have been something my mom bought for her future grandchild. It looked old, used. And it looked exactly like the one the baby had been playing with. How did it get here?

I ran with the rattle to the living room, and showed everyone. They told me it was nothing, although I could see fear in my mother’s eyes again. That night we all went to sleep uneasy.

Somewhere around midnight, I awoke, a sound tingling in my ears. I sat up, trying my best to hear. It was a baby crying. I broke out in a cold sweat. My breathing quickened, and I felt my heart beating faster.

I got out of bed, and moved to my mother’s side of the house. I walked to the locked door, the sounds of the crying becoming louder. I tried the door, and to my surprise, it was unlocked. I opened it with a creak, and the crying stopped. The room was light blue, with three shelves containing toys, books, everything a baby needed. In the middle of the room, was a crib. I walked over to it, and took a peek. There was a blanket there, waiting for a child to sleepily hug it. I went back to bed, telling myself I had only imagined it.

我走近一看，发现是一个小婴儿用的拨浪鼓。看起来不像是新的，所以不会是妈妈为她未来的外孙买的。看起来像是用过的，很旧。和刚才我看到的那个小孩玩的一模一样。但它是怎么到这的?

我拿着拨浪鼓跑回起居室，把它拿给大家看。大家都说没什么大不了的，但我又看到妈妈惊惧的眼神。当晚我们忐忑不安的上床睡觉。

半夜时分我醒过来，隐约听到一阵声音。我坐起身竖起耳朵仔细听。是孩子的哭声。我出了一身冷汗。我呼吸开始变得急促，心跳也加快了。

我起床向妈妈住的那边走去。我走到锁着的那扇门前，哭声变得更清楚了。我推推门，奇怪的是，它居然没上锁。门吱嘎一声打开了，哭声也停了。房间的灯光是蓝色的，里面有三个放满玩具、书以及其他婴儿用品的架子。屋子中间放着一张婴儿床。我走到床边瞥了一眼，看到里边有一块毯子，像是正等着孩子在其中安睡似的。我回到自己的床上，告诉自己这些都是我的想象而已。