It was a dark , misty night when our old grandfather clock struck midnight. Midnight was when it happened..... I heard a scream, a baby's scream. I jumped out of bed and ran into the nursery to find my child, baby Ruth. I felt her pulse, she wasnt breathing, i felt her carotid pulse (the pulse on her neck), i still couldnt feel anything. The doctor came round immediatley, and i found out that she had died of cot-death. Now, five years later, here i am, moving on with my newborn son, Alex. Sometimes through the night i think i hear a little girl screaming, but im not sure. I once got out of bed to see if there IS something there and went into the nursery to check on Alex, the same nursery which someone or something, took my baby's life from this world, and once, just once on the anniversery of Ruth's death, i'm sure i saw her body laid next to Alex. Now i have ghost detectors in my room just to make sure there is nothing there...