r/shortscarystories 8 yr. ago NoT_So_GooD_aT_THiS The Unborn ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ It was a big day for her, she was now 16. Her parents had been helping her plan a party for months and she was more than ready. Her friends all arrived and the party began. As everyone was having a good time she was taking pictures to remember this special day. The night continued and the number of pictures that she had taken went up. By the end of the night she had taken over 500. Her friends started to leave but she couldn't wipe the smile off of her face, tonight had been perfect. She was exhausted as she walked up the stairs to her room after seeing all her friends out and hugging her parents goodnight. As she walked into her room she got a chill, it felt like someone was in her room watching her but obviously no one was there. She figured it was the excitement of the day getting to her so she changed into her night clothes and climbed into bed. That night she had a dream. She dreamt that she was in a room. The room was dark and small. She looked over and saw someone else in the room with her, it was a baby. The baby still had its umbilical cord but it seemed to be attached to the ceiling somewhere but she couldn't see well in this dark room. Then there was a door, it seemed to be opening slowly. She knew she had to get out and she was worried that the baby was going to try and get out before her and trap her in, so she hurried and wrapped the cord around the babies neck and ran out of the room. She suddenly woke up on a cold sweat. What the heck was that?! She didn't dream often, and she had never dreamt about killing a baby, that was horrible. She tried to relax remembering that it was just a dream and you can't control them. She fell back asleep and did not dream anymore for the rest of the night. She woke up the next morning feeling restless and anxious. She walked down stairs to see her mother sitting at the table eating breakfast. She made herself a plate and sat down next to her mom. That day they had planned on going through all the birthday pictures to find the ones they wanted to make into a scrap book. She started scrolling through the pictures and adding the ones she liked into a separate folder to be printed. She came across a picture that was odd. In the picture was a baby, oddly it looked like the baby from her dream the night before. Maybe that is why she had dreamed about a baby, maybe she had seen it without realizing. She showed her mom the picture and asked her if she knew who the baby belonged to. Her mom stopped and stared at the picture. A confused look came over her face. That baby looks a lot like you when you were a newborn her mom told her. Neither of them could figure out who that baby might belong to. They stopped for a while to have a snack and she asked her mom what she was like as a baby. Her mom told her that she was quiet and that they always thought that it could be because she was lonely. Then her mom stopped and looked at her, she looked nervous. We should have told you this a long time ago, you deserve to know. Her mom took a deep breath before looking her in the eyes, you were supposed to be a twin, she said in a quiet voice. Your sisters umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck and she died in the womb. Suddenly as her mom told her this she felt like she could not breath, as if something was wrapped around her neck stopping all air from passing through to her lungs.