The Lullaby on Channel Three 👻 | Horror Story

 

Every parent knows the sound of a baby monitor. The soft static. The tiny breathing. The comfort of knowing your child is safe in the next room.

Maya bought hers last week. By Friday, she was afraid to turn it on.

On channel three — between the dead static of channels one and two — a woman was singing. And the song was her grandmother's lullaby. A lullaby that had survived on exactly one warped cassette tape. A song nobody else on earth could know.

She told herself it was interference. But only channel three ever sang. Every night. At exactly 2:14.

On the third night, the singing stopped mid-verse, and a voice said her name.

She ran to the nursery. Her baby was asleep. The room was empty. But on the monitor screen, in grainy green night vision, a tall figure stood beside the crib. Watching.

Her husband heard nothing. The recording she made held only static — and underneath it, her own voice, older, whispering: don't let her finish the song.

That night she waited in the dark. At 2:14 the crib mobile began to turn by itself. And the singing came from inside the crib — from under the blanket where her baby slept.

She grabbed her daughter and ran. In the hallway she checked the monitor: the nursery was empty, the rocking chair moving on its own. And the lullaby wasn't coming from the nursery anymore. It was coming from her bedroom.

She threw the monitor in the trash outside and locked the door. Then her phone lit up with an app she never installed — the monitor's camera view. Her bedroom. Empty. And her own voice, old and patient, finished the lullaby.

"Sleep now, Maya."

"The Lullaby on Channel Three" is an original narrated horror story from The Haunted Reel — the kind of quiet, true-feeling terror the research says viewers can't stop watching: an ordinary home, an ordinary object, and one impossible detail that changes everything.

If your monitor ever sings back — maybe don't listen to the end.