[ WP ] Your baby starts crying everytime you leave their room . Finally , you pick up your child and leave the room together . As soon as you step out , you hear crying coming from the room .

I do n't want to tell you that I was n't ready for the joys of parenthood. I'm thirty three, reasonably well employed, and we had just moved into a new town home to make room for a new baby. Nine months of waiting were nerve racking and the first few months were a joyful mess. I did n't notice the little things that went on around me because I was so focused on the joy of a new child. 
 
 The house was a good size and a good find. It sat near an old family graveyard that the community had decided to keep. My wife loved that part, she always had a thing for old graveyards and I do pretty much anything to make her happy. 
 
 So I ignored some of the small stuff. A half opened door here, a weird knocking in the walls there. I'd seen enough Ghost Hunters to know a lot of it had to do with pipes, gravity, and general randomness to not be bothered by it. 
 
 In fact the only time I felt anything was when I turned off the lights in the upstairs hallway. Have you ever felt your heart clench when you stepped out into the dark or were faced by something you had a severe fear of? That tight feeling that radiates out into every muscle of your body? That feeling that something is just over your shoulder and you know that you should never, ever, turn around? 
 That is what I felt. 
 
 I'm ashamed to admit I ran back to our room with a bit more pep in my step those nights. But when our little one came along I'd forgotten about all that. Then she started crying. 
 
 We'd check on her endlessly and she'd stop soon after we were in the room. Every time we'd leave it would start up again and before long one of us slept there. It went on line this for two months and became routine. My wife and I would take turns but eventually we wanted to share our bed again. 
 
 One night, about three months ago, it was my turn and like clock work the minute I left the room to kiss my wife goodnight she started to cry. Flustered I went back into the room and picked her up trying my best to get her to stop. She soon subsided and we fell asleep. 
 
 It was two a.m. I remember seeing her little clock flickering when I got up to get some milk. Being the proactive thinker I am I picked her up as gently as I could and took her with me. I stepped across the threshold and the crying started. 
 
 At first I thought she was being temperamental but as I shifted her in my arms to look down at her I felt that same oppressive tightening in my chest. My little girl is asleep. 
 
 Whatever you do, I tell myself, do not... turn... around.. 
 
 It will be the last mistake I ever make. 
 

