The idea of your child being taken from you, their life and health now completely unknown to you.

That is one of the most powerful human nightmares one can imagine.

In this story titled, Something in the Mountain Stole My Sister's Baby, from an anonymous cinder, shook me to my core,

and I'm very happy to share it with you.

You'll be gritting your teeth, shouting at the characters to do this, do that, hoping for a good ending.

But you'll walk away from this story scared, knowing that sometimes it isn't human hands that take us away in the dark.

My sister vanished for less than two minutes on a mountain road.

When she came back, her baby was gone. This is what happened. My sister got out of the car.

I looked away. I looked back and she was gone. But when she came back, we found out her baby was now

gone too. If you asked the sheriff's office in that county, they would tell you there was never

any evidence of an abduction. They would tell you my nephew was missing for 47 minutes, and that we

were both just panicked. Weather and darkness made us unreliable witnesses, they said, that we

likely misremembered part of the sequence because of stress.

I don't blame them for thinking that.

I would think that too if somebody else told me this story.

Thankfully, my nephew is four now.

He's healthy and loud.

He loves blueberries, monster trucks, and playing the exact same song until everyone in the room wants to die.

He's real, he came back real, but there's something else that is real too.

Something I do not have a name for, except the one my sister used later, when she was

finally being honest with me.

Borrower. I'm ready to tell my later, when she was finally being honest with me. Borrower.

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