"WAAAAANNNHHH WANN WAN WAAAAANHHHH!!!" The sound was so loud coming from the baby monitor.

I quickly ran upstairs from my office to check on the Calvin. When I got into his room, I looked into the crib to see him sitting up with his arms in the air looking at me.

I sighed. This was the forth time he's woken up tonight.

I picked Calvin up then grabbed the bottle next to his crib. It was still warm. I sat down onto the wooden rocking chair and cradled him in my arms. I tried to feed him the bottle but as I expected he pushed it away with his mouth. He started to cry all over again.

My head was throbbing and I was exhausted. I haven't had sleep in three days. My beautiful wife passed away three days ago, leaving me to raise 6 month old Calvin alone. I wanted to cry, this task wasn't easy alone. I was doing horrible with work. I already missed 3 days and my boss is furious. I hope he tries to understand.

"Ugh." I groaned. Forty minutes passed and still, he wasn't even trying to sleep anymore. "Calviiiin, buddy. What's wrong?" I said picking him up. He looked into my eyes and I gave him a weary smile.

Calvin cued as he started settling down a bit. He liked when I raised him in the air. His mother use to do that to calm him down.

I carried him around the room and bounced him around on my back until he finally went to sleep. I hope he wasn't hungry. He really hates the formula milk. I hope I didn't have to hired a wet nurse for him. I knew it's what he needed but I couldn't afford it.

Once I placed Calvin into his crib, I turned up the baby monitor. I then turned off the light and left the room.

"Finally." I sighed.

I went into my room, turned off the light immediately and plopped onto my bed. I checked to see if the monitor was on. It was. I drifted off into sleep only to be awaken by Calvin.

I had only slept an hour and he was up again. I laid in my bed a few minutes before getting up to see if Calvin would fall asleep again. I gave up. As I stood up out the bed, Calvin's crying came to a complete stop. It was almost immediately. I heard him sniffing and yawning. I thought about laying down again but I heard something different.

A faint sound. It wasn't Calvin. I could've heard it sounded like someone saying Shhhhh.

I picked up the baby monitor and placed it to my ear. For a few seconds I heard nothing. Suddenly I heard it. A woman's voice going.

"Shhh don't cry. You're so cute." The way the woman said the work "don't" and "Cute" sounded a lot different then the rest of the words. Sort of like a baby doll running out of battery and it's voice sounds like it's slowly melting so it deepens. It was frightening enough to send goosebumps up my arms.

I ran towards Calvin's room as fast as I could. When I got inside I turned on the light and looked in the crib.

It was empty. I noticed the baby monitor was gone too.

***

Six months passed. No one ever found him, or even traced the person that might've taken him. I was heartbroken. I lost my job and and house. I now live in a tiny apartment on a shitty street. I work at a small corner store owned by some pretty cool Germans.

I was at home one night tidying up around the place. While I was on the couch watching TV suddenly, the electricity went out.

"Weird..." I said. I thought I paid the electric bill. I went down to ask the landlord and he told me that the whole apartment was out for the night. It'd be fixed by morning.

I went back upstairs and lit up some candles. I wasn't tired so I just decided to have a few beers. I ended up getting drunk. The emotional phase of drunkenness hit me and I started thinking about my wife and Calvin again. I started making false promises saying I'd fine the person who took Calvin and kill them.

I went inside my room unpacked a bag I didn't open since I moved out my last house. It was pictures and stuff that belonged to my wife. I looked through them, crying and talking to myself wishing she was still alive. A few of Calvin's clothes were in the suitcase too. But I never noticed before, but the Baby monitor was inside. I grabbed it and tried to turn it on but of course it was dead.

I quickly ran inside the kitchen with a flashlight I had and looked for two double A batteries. I found some in the dresser I had for tools. I placed them inside the monitor fast, and maybe I did this because I was drunk.

"Hello?" I said after turning on the monitor.

I waited for a reply. I heard no sound. I wasn't really expecting a reply anyways. The person who took Calvin had to get rid of the monitor by now. But why take it?

I fell asleep on the couch. I then heard a noise. I noise I hadn't heard in six months. Calvin's crying.

The monitor was on my stomach and the red light flickered as he cried. I smiled looking at the monitor. I grabbed in and listened. My son. He was alive. I heard him crying.

A tear dropped from my eye. "Calvin?" I said into the monitor. I wasn't expecting the answer I received.

"Dada." Calvin said. There was a long silence. "Mama!" Calvin said. He was saying it over and over again."

I don't know why but I ran out of my apartment with the baby monitor and found myself on an empty street.

"Where's my son!" I yelled into the baby monitor. I yelled again and people already started turning on their lights looking out their windows at me.

The monitor went off for a second. Then it came back on.

"Graveyard." A woman's voice on the monitor said.

That didn't make any sense. I was still drunk and I was very angry. I got inside my car and drove to the graveyard. That's where the person who stole Calvin was, I just felt it. I couldn't wait to see this person. I already thought about all the ways I'd make them suffer for all the pain and hardship they've put me through.

When I got there it was locked. I climbed over the fence and looked around. It was dark and I saw no one. This was the graveyard my wife was buried in.

"I'm here." I said into the monitor.

For a few seconds there was no answer. "Johnathan? Johnathan! Oh my God you're here!"

My heart froze. It was my wife's voice. It was so clear, the way I remembered it.

"Madison? Is...is that you." I asked.

"Yes, babe it's me. I can't believe you're here. Come to my grave." She said.

The monitor shut off and I stood there in silence. Everything about this was strange, very strange. I did as I was told. I looked for her grave, took me about fifteen minutes but I found it. When I got there, I looked no one was there, just my wife's grave. I broke into tears and kneeled down next to her grave. It was when my eye caught glimpse of another grave next to hers that I wasn't there before. On it, carved into the grave was, "Calvin Thompson. 2014-2015"

That was weird. Calvin never had a funeral. But that wasn't the strangest part. There was a grave next to his. The grave was freshly dug. On the tombstone it read, "1975-2015. Jonathan Thompson."

The monitor came back on. "We miss you Johnathan. Please join us. Calvin misses you. You'll be so happy here with us both."

The offer was something but the more I listened the scarier it got. Around my wife and child was a dark and menacing laugh. I heard it, whispering stuff to her. The more I looked inside that empty grave for me, the louder the evil laugh got. There were whispers around me, telling me to do it, over and over again.

I threw the monitor inside the grave and ran away. Away from the graveyard. And promised to never return there again.