One evening, a lady came in holding a baby tightly wrapped in an old blanket. She asked for a crib, but I told her we didn’t have one. She simply said, ‘Ok,’ and asked to be left alone.
That night, I heard a baby crying endlessly from her room. I checked the security feed only to see her staring blankly at the wall —no baby in her arms. I hurried to her room and knocked. As my hand touched the door, the crying stopped immediately. She opened the door and thanked me for bringing the crib—though I hadn’t.
I glanced into the room and saw an old crib in the corner, one I knew wasn’t from our hotel. The next morning, the woman was gone, but the crib was still there. Curious, I looked into our records and found out she had stayed at the hotel 40 years ago… with her baby!
I’ll never forget the sound of that baby crying, even though no one really knows where it came from.
