The midwife never spoke again after that night. The infant she delivered had horns, and black veins pulsing like worms. When it cried, the c...

The midwife never spoke again after that night. The infant she delivered had horns, and black veins pulsing like worms. When it cried, the candles melted into blood. By morning, the mother’s heart was missing — and the cradle rocked by itself. No one ever saw the baby again, but they still hear it breathing ...