Annaville Monologue

“Annabella”

I awoke to the sound of the baby monitor crackling with soft comforting motherly murmurs, but both my wife and I were in bed. We scurried to baby Annabella’s room. the door was cracked open Once we reached the room, the windows were opened, and the lavender curtains were swaying in the bitter wind. We looked around and We found the monitor laying in the baby crib next to Annabella, and everything knocked over. As we tiptoed around the room trying not to wake the sleeping infant, we found a recorder playing comforting murmurs. We turned off the machine, closed the windows, and left the room knowing that Annabella was safe and soundly asleep. My wife and I crept back to our room and slept away.

I woke up at the crack of dawn, and

I saw a picture of a woman on the left side, and ON the right side, I spotted a name “Alison” I grabbed the baby and brought her back to our room.

As we searched through old newspapers looking for a person named alison, we found something! The article was dated October 31, 2003. There was an article that said:

Alison dangelist died today. she lived from september 7, 1965-October 31, 2003. she had a husband named andy who died the day of her daughter, Annabella’s birth. who was born September 28,2003. She had her baby for a few weeks, but it was to hard for her after her husband's death. so she put her up for adoption. A lovely couple, John and Sally greenman, adopted Annabella.

I looked at my wife, “this is

My wife asked, “Where are we going?”

Cole LAuria 3 I replied, “The cemetery.” I was in the car with my wife and Annabella. I raced down the road like a racecar. Finally, We arrived at the cemetery. I got out of the car, grabbed Annabella, and my shovel. We followed the dirt road. We were seeking to find clues about Alison dangelist. Suddenly, There a Black, mysterious, mystifying grave stone. The grave said, “Alison dangelist” I looked around. Took my shovel and began digging. i hit something. I shifted the dirt off the gravestone. i Walked back to the car to drive it over to the grave. By the time i was back my wife and Annabella were missing.

I started shouting, “Sally, Annabella!?” There was no answer. Suddenly a fog of smoke appeared. A lady In a black, long, silky, smooth robe. Sitting on the grave. She spoke in a soft voice, “Hello, John how are you?”

I replied, “how do you know me, who are you?”

I heard the soft voice again, “I’m Alison Dangelist. I’m Annabellas birth mom.”

“I thought you were dead!?” I said.

“Oh, that was today, how did you know?” She answered.

“Than why are you alive?” I