The Cradle Under the Streetlight on Preston Road

November on Preston Road. A buzzing streetlight, cracked asphalt, and a half-buried wooden cradle with wonky rockers. My aunt Margaret brought it home, and that night she heard a baby crying from nowhere. She tried to get rid of it—dump, fire, anything—but the cradle kept coming back. We buried it together under that same light, but the light was gone. And then we heard the cry from underground. I still drive by sometimes. The streetlight never works. But the cradle is always there, waiting for someone else to pick it up. #StreetlightBurials #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology #TheCradle #PrestonRoad #Margaret #NovemberNight #BuzzingLight #CryingBaby #WoodenCradle #ReturningObject #Burial #Unresolved #LunaNarrates #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurnHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo