The Crying Bed: A Haunted Urination Horror

In the heart of a dilapidated neighborhood, where the trees whispered tales of the forgotten, stood an old house that had been abandoned for decades. Its weathered walls were marked by time, and the once-grand front door creaked with each gust of wind. The local townsfolk whispered of its haunted past, but few dared to venture inside. That was until a young couple, Sarah and Mark, moved in, hoping to leave their troubled past behind.

Mark was a graphic designer with a penchant for the strange and mysterious. Sarah, a nurse, was the calm to his storm, always seeking stability in life. They had found the house in an attempt to start anew, unaware of the curse that lay dormant within its walls.

Their first night was uneventful, save for the eerie silence that filled the house. Sarah had a strange feeling, as if she were being watched. Mark, however, dismissed it as the house's natural ambiance.

But it was on the second night that the true horror began. As they lay in bed, Sarah felt the bed creak and heard a faint, sorrowful cry. It was almost as if someone were sobbing softly. Mark, trying to comfort her, whispered, "Don't worry, it's just the house settling."

The following nights were a different story. The cries grew louder, more haunting, and seemed to emanate from the very bed itself. Each night, Sarah felt the bed shake as if someone were trying to climb out from beneath it. The cries grew more insistent, more desperate.

Mark, concerned but trying to keep his composure, suggested they consult the local historian, who had once lived in the neighborhood. The historian, an elderly woman with a twinkle in her eye, listened to their story and nodded solemnly.

"The house you live in," she said, "was once the home of a family cursed by a vengeful spirit. The head of the family was said to have committed a heinous crime against a young girl. The spirit of that girl has been trapped in the bed ever since, seeking release."

Sarah and Mark were horror-stricken by the revelation. They had no desire to be part of such a grim tale, but the cries continued, relentless. Sarah's nights were filled with sleepless terror, and she began to suffer from nightmares.

One evening, as Mark worked late on a design project, Sarah couldn't take the stress any longer. She decided to confront the spirit directly. With a candle in hand, she approached the bed and spoke.

"I know you're here," she whispered. "I don't want to hurt you. Please, tell me what I need to do to free you."

To her shock, the bed began to shake with a newfound vigor, and the cries grew louder. Then, a voice, clear and chilling, echoed through the room.

"You must make me cry again," the voice hissed. "You must urinate on the bed, as your ancestors did, and I will be free."

Sarah's heart raced. The thought of defiling the bed was terrifying, but she knew she had no choice. If she didn't, the spirit would never leave her alone.

Mark, hearing the commotion, rushed into the room. "What's happening, Sarah?" he asked, his voice trembling.

She explained the historian's tale and the spirit's demand. Mark was appalled but saw no other choice. "Alright," he said, "let's do this together."

With a heavy heart, Sarah and Mark climbed onto the bed. As Sarah relieved herself, Mark held her close, trying to find solace in his embrace. The bed trembled as the urine hit its surface, and the cries grew more intense.

Finally, it was over. Sarah climbed off the bed, her legs trembling, and Mark helped her to her feet. The room was silent, save for their heavy breathing. Then, the bed began to shake once more, but this time, the cries were gone.

Sarah and Mark looked at each other, their faces pale. The curse had been lifted, but the experience left them forever changed.

The next morning, they packed their belongings and left the house. They never spoke of the events again, but the memory of the crying bed stayed with them, a haunting reminder of the supernatural forces that lie just beneath the surface of the world they knew.

In the years that followed, Sarah and Mark moved on with their lives, finding love and stability. But they never forgot the night they were forced to confront the supernatural, nor the haunting cries that had once filled their home.

And so, the legend of the crying bed continued to grow, whispered among the townsfolk, a chilling reminder of the dark forces that could lurk even in the most unsuspecting places.