The Cradle in the Attic of the Old Whitaker Place

Luna recalls a night in late October 1998 when she house-sat for the Whitaker family at their farmhouse outside Elkhart, Indiana. The job was simple: feed the cat, water the plants, check the mail. But the attic door kept drifting open—just a crack—and from inside came the sound of a rocking cradle, though the stairs were choked with dust and no one had been up there in years. The Whitakers never mentioned a baby. The nursery upstairs was painted a cheerful yellow, but its baseboards were scratched thin, as if someone had dragged a rocking chair back and forth for hours. When Luna finally climbed the attic stairs, she found a cradle that rocked on its own, and in it, a yellowed christening gown with something dark at the collar. She did not touch it. She simply closed the door and finished her week without ever looking at the attic again. But every night since, she dreams of that cradle—rocking, always rocking, waiting for someone to lift the gown and see what lies beneath. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GoodnightSweetheart #TheCradleInTheAttic #OldWhitakerPlace #ElkhartIndiana #October1998 #AtticDoor #RockingCradle #ChristeningGown #LunaVoice #SoloNarrated #QuietHorror #Atmospheric #BabyDreams #HouseSitting #NurseryYellow #CreakingStairs Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo