The Wet Nurse
After her stillborn daughter, Eleanor answered the discreet advertisement for a wet nurse in the decaying coastal manor. The pay was obscene, the conditions strange, but the child she was to feed never cried. Each night the infant’s toothless mouth latched onto her with impossible strength, drawing more than milk. The other servants had disappeared weeks ago. Now the house itself seemed to breathe in rhythm with the thing in the cradle, and Eleanor began to understand that so…
Free AI-generated tale · Horror · EN
