Who stole the baby? (Short story/novell)

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It was a cold November morning year 1955.
The snow had just begun to fall and you could feel the white frost on the inside of the ice-cold windows. People were hiding in their warm homes, pretending not to hear the beggar-children knock on their doors.
It was the coldest morning there’d ever been in Great Britain.
Somewhere in the slums of London a woman was checking if all the children at the orphanage were she worked were awake.
She walked towards the fifth bed where the youngest child was, a baby boy. He had the ugliest face you could ever imagine and his scream rasped in your ears. When she came closer she saw that the bed was empty.
The baby was missing.
She panicked inside but she decided not to tell anyone.
What would happen to her if anybody found out? Would she lose her job?
She went back to the kitchen and started to make breakfast to the orphans.



Everything went fine and nobody even mentioned the baby to the woman’s release. Until, exactly six days from when the woman found out the baby boy was missing all the lights suddenly turned off.
- Hmm, didn’t we fix those lamps last week? she thought while she was trying to calm the children down.
When she finally managed to make them stop screaming the door flew open and in came a powerful wind witch burst all the windows into pieces. All the plates on the table exploded just as a black shadow swept through the dining room.
Everyone, including the woman panicked.
Seconds later the light came back and everything was quiet.
The woman got cold shudders; she felt how everything fell down and she fainted.

She woke up cold as the devil himself, she got a strange feeling that something wasn’t right.
All she could think about was the missing baby.
Had these strange things anything to do with the baby? Where could the baby be? Was God punishing her?

The woman stood up and in the same moment the tables fell into pieces, she continued walking towards the kitchen where one the orphanages two telephones was. She tried to call the police but there was no line.
She ran up to the office on the second floor where the other phone was. She picked up the receiver to check if there were any line but there wasn’t.
Just as fast as she ran up, the woman ran down and out of the house to look for help.
She ...