The Baby Ghost of 18th Street
(This was a catchy title, was it not.)
Welcome, I’m narrator Melson with an M,
Not Nelson with an N.
This is not a fucking joke
I should not even be telling you about this story
Because one day I will have to pay the price for speaking about the unspeakable, diabolical, inhumane, incriminating story that I am going to tell. You, too, as reader, like the cat murdered by curiosity, will be affected by reading this story, you have been warned.
It was a long time ago,
Somewhere,
On 18th street,
A young Mother to be named Hortensia
Walks the sidewalk
Hands Tangled with his.
They kiss.
Thinking of names
Like Melony or James
Or Angel or Grace
Or Cielo or Antonia.
Apartment is cold.
The couple is poor,
But love in their eyes
A lovely surprise,
To see loving people
Whos love is that strong
They are right to be wrong
And right to belong
It’s a bond that not many can make
And others are outthere who made a mistake.
And faces that hate
Stuck with their fate
Plate after plate
They ate and they ate
but they never will sate.
The neighbor named Kate
A cradleless mate
Who lived with mistake
After fatal mistake
She had a miscarriage
That ruined her marriage
Her husband, assaulted,
rude and embarrassed
Said,
we’re ruined as parents.
Abandoned and left her
A fruit with no nectar
And thats when
the devil
began to affect her.
became like her mentor
at times would torment her
and made her
A depraved sexual offender
she looks for the tender
who dont let her enter
she walked to the home of
Hortensia and Vector,
She entered a woman
and came out a mother
a baby in blankets
all bloody and bandaged.
She died hours later
Pedestrian found her
on 18th and Walker
Alone in the street.
And Kate was arrested
Death by injection.
Charged with 3 murders.
Awaiting her death.
September the 2nd
1998,
the night when it happened,
they say, that on 18th st,
many have heard the cries of a baby.
and in Chowchilla Prison,
Inmates say they still hear the sounds of the lady
who cried every night, til the day that she died.
Inmate Katelyn Lee Hodges, age 45.
Thank you for your time,
I am narrator Melson with an M,
Not like Nelson with an N.
Goodnight.