The house was built in the late 1900's. It had many acres to farm and did quite well for years.
But the owners of the farm grew old and their children wear not interested in taking over the farm. So when their parents died, the children sold the house as quickly as they could for as much as they could get out of it.
It took three years and a steep decline in price before a buyer could be found however. John and Nancy were a newly wedded couple in the late 1940's, with high hopes for their new life in the house, and farming the land around it. But life rarely goes as anyone ever plans.
For five years they had one failed crop after another. The whole time, they barely made their loan payments to the bank and have enough left over for food.
In their fifth year of failing crops, Nancy found out that she was pregnant. Sure they barely had any money to take care of themselves, but Nancy was still happy for the new addition to their family. John was a different story however. He was more than angry at his wife for letting this happen when they couldn't even afford to take care of themselves.
John barely spoke to his wife throughout the pregnancy. Nancy tried to make him happy for the baby they were going to have together, but he was having none of it. He started going into town all day instead of working the fields, dranking up what little money that they really did not have for such things.
After the crops failed for that year Nancy had their baby. When she went into labor, John was in town getting drunk. As soon as he got home and found out that she was ready to give birth, he was angry. After yelling at her for ruining his night, he threw the truck keys at her and told her to drive herself to the hospital.
Nancy cried all the way to the hospital. She did not even bother to count how many times she almost wrecked the truck when wincing from a contraction.
When she returned home with the baby, John did not welcome her home. Instead he took back his truck keys from her and informed her that he had been seeing someone else for the past few months, and now he was leaving Nancy and their failed dream to start a new life with his new girlfriend.
Nancy begged him not to go. She asked him to think about the baby. He told her that he had, and left.
Nancy fell into a deep depression. She had no idea how she was going to take care of herself and the baby. There was not much food in the house, and because John had taken the truck, she was stuck at the house, miles away from town.
The baby seemed to cry night and day which did not help Nancy's state of mind. Then the worst winter that anyone had seen in years set in. And just like that Nancy found herself even more shut off from the rest of the world, with only a crying baby to keep her company. Nancy knew that something was wrong with the baby, but she had no way to get her child to a doctor, or any phone to call for help.
Food ran so low that Nancy began to eat one meal a day, every other day. And all through this time the baby would not stop crying. When Nancy was not in her bed or on the couch crying, she was standing by the babies bed begging him to stop crying.
One morning she went outside and left the baby crying in its bed. After digging through the ice and waist deep snow, she chipped away at the frozen Earth beneath. It took more than an hour to dig a hole that was barely a foot deep.
When she went back into the house, the baby was still crying. The pain that the crying brought her was all that she could feel. Her body was numb from the cold and she was sure that she had frostbite at this point.
Nancy went to the baby's room and took him into her cold unfeeling arms. She cried right along with the baby as she sat down in a rocking chair for a long while. Then she kissed the baby on it's forehead and took him out into the snow.
"I'm sorry." Nancy whispered into the child's ear, as she laid him into the small hole that she had dug. After that she went back into the house leaving the baby crying in the hole.
The next day she retrieved the baby's cold body and brought it back into the house. She spent the rest of the day holding him tightly as she rocked back and forth in the rocking chair. Every now and then, she would kiss the baby's cold cheek or forehead and whisper, "Mommy's sorry." Over and over again. When night fell, she buried the baby before wondering off into the snow for whatever was to come.
After the snow and ice melted, the bank waited until Spring was half over before they gave up on seeing any more money from John and Nancy. They sent a bank rep along with a police officer to remove the couple from the banks land.
John was nowhere to be found, in fact no one that knew him ever saw him again. It was only when the bank rep and officer entered the house that they found Nancy. She was in a rocking chair that had been placed by an empty babybed.
They thought she was dead at first because she looked like a skeleton with skin pulled tight over it, lots of missing fingers and toes from her frostbite, and all the rotting flesh crawling up her arms and legs from that same untreated frostbite. But they quickly realized that she was still breathing. Just barely, but she was.
Nacny spent the next few weeks in the hospital in a comalike state before she really started showing signs of getting better. When it was done she had lost both arms just below the elbows, and both legs, one just above the knee and the other half way down the shin.
She was asked repeatedly on where her husband and baby had gone. At first all she could do was cry, but after a while she told them that her husband had found someone new and that she had no idea where he was. They asked her if he had the baby, but again all she could do was cry.
It was a few days before she could bring herself to tell them what she had done. The only problem was that she could not remember where she had buried her baby. They quickly sent out every officer they could spare, along with as many volunteers as they could to look for the baby's makeshift grave. They never found it however, even when they brought in dogs to try and sniff it out, it was just no use.
The whole missing baby thing only left them with two choices in the matter. A : Nancy had run out of food and ate her baby, bones and all. Or B : Her husband has the baby wherever it is he disappeared to and Nancy invented the who killing and burying part while trying to cope with starving and freezing to death while her body rotted away from her frostbit.
Nancy herself was not well however. Aside from her healing stumps of limbs, she was clearly losing her mind. She kept insisting that she could hear her baby crying all night long even after she had buried it.
She was put in a special hospital for people that were not quite able to take care of themselves, where she died two years later. Her files say that her death was of unusual circumstances, but none of them give any description of her death beyond it being unusual.
After Nancy's death, the house stood alone for years. The bank tried its best to sell the place, but word of what had happened at the house had leaked out into the public, and it seemed like no one was willing to buy a house that had a dead baby somewhere on the property no matter how cheap it was.
The bank did manage to split up and sell the farmland around the house, but the land that actually held the house and it's three barns just would not sell.
In its old abandoned state, the house became a thing of urban legend. Anyone that went to the place after dark would return home with stories of hearing a baby crying but never seeing anything. Just the sound of the baby.
In the early seventies, the bank went in for one last ditch effort to get rid of the house. The bank spent enough money on the house to fix it up a little with a new roof, new paint, carpets, electricity, and new pipes and indoor plumbing.
Even after its makeover, it took another two years to sell the house... And that is when things really got weird.
