| 第 1 页：英语原文 |
| 第 2 页：中文翻译 |
It took us about a week to get settled, and then my dad moved in with my mom. Brad and I fixed our side of the house up. I decided to look around the house thoroughly.
I went to my mom’s side first. After looking at all the rooms my mom had decorated, I noticed a closed door. My curiosity stirred, I tried to open it. Locked.
When mom came back, I asked her about the room. Her eyes lost their glow, and filled with fear. It was locked when I found it. Apparently, a newly wed couple lived here once, long ago. Maybe 20 years ago. They had a baby, and that room was the baby room. The salesman said the baby died, although he didn't say how or why. As soon as the child died, the couple moved out; too many memories I guess, she said.
I was stunned. A dead baby? I didn't like the thought of it, although I tried my best to forget about it.
After a couple of weeks, my whole family was having lunch in our living room. My mom asked me to get her something from her bathroom. As I walked to it, I passed her bedroom. The door was open. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a baby playing with rattles on my mother’s bed. I gasped and turned around. No baby there. I saw a small blue object on the bed though.
