
Then it switched the upstairs bathroom at my parents house, where my sister was holding a baby she had just had. The baby was small and gnarled and had a crooked, pointy nose. We discovered that he would mimic words and soon began to form broken sentences, despite being only a few hours old. My dog was there and he began calling her "Chick" over and over, totally scary coming from a monster-baby. My sister and family seemed oblivious and they put the baby on the floor in my old bedroom (which is a long room above the garage that's now a storage space) and the baby would dart around unnaturally fast and hide behind boxes, making guttural sounds and repeating "Chick." I was completely terrified the baby was going to eat my dog and wanted to kill it, but I woke up before things escalated.
Wow, Kate. WTF.
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