As far as everyone else was concerned, he was just another crazy father,
dressed up like a goblin for Halloween. He hummed as he pushed the baby
carriage through the crowded station. There were more people than
usual. The vast majority were adults. Many had escaped from their
children who were busy sweeping through their neighborhoods in search of
goodies. Like children, however, most everyone was dressed up for
whatever costume ball or other big event they were going to. He stopped
and searched the crowd. Then, not finding what he was looking for,
pushed the midnight blue baby carriage back through the conglomeration
of faces. Nobody really noticed him as time and time again he carried
out the same routine. That was one of the benefits of working a well
transited area. People never stayed long enough to grow suspicious of
him. All he had to do was be patient, and sooner or later his prey
would come to him.
Finally, he saw what he was looking for. They were a young couple
dressed for an exclusive masquerade. Their elegant clothes would have
looked out of place on a night like this had it not been for the
elaborate feathered masks they both wore. Like him, they pushed a baby
carriage across the crowded floor. When they reached the long bench
along the far wall they stopped and sat down to wait. He calmly pushed
his own carriage over and sat down next to them. When they looked at
him, he showed a tight lipped smile and nodded politely. The couple did
likewise.
“Couldn’t find a sitter, eh?” He grumbled. After a brief moment.
The young gentleman looked at him in silence for a moment and then
answered politely. “No, they have a nursery at the ball.”
“How convenient.”
The couple both shook their heads in agreement and looked expectantly
toward the platform.
He watched them carefully. He was careful to not let them see him
watching, and careful to take in every detail about them. The jewels
the young lady wore were authentic. He’d grown up among such gems.
Although he’d seen more rough than cut ones, he knew exactly how to tell
the difference between a fake stone and the real thing. He studied the
heavy necklace for a moment, weighing the stones in his mind. Perhaps
they were a family heirloom he thought. Not that it really mattered.
He reached into the midnight blue baby carriage and squeezed the doll
that lay under its blankets. It cried just like a real baby and he
immediately began rocking the carriage back and forth as he hummed to
the doll inside. The young mother quickly checked her own child. He
smiled to himself. A caring family of means was the perfect target.
He waited for the couple to grow careless and not pay attention to the
goings on around them, but they were always quite alert. He began to
despair. To find the perfect target and not get the booty was
horrible. It made him feel sick inside.
To his delight, the moment the announcement bell rang, the couple rose
and looked down the tracks toward the oncoming light. People began to
move, pushing and shoving. It was all the chance he needed to make his
move and snatch his prize.
He waved as the couple crowded onto the train. They didn’t pay any
attention to him though. The young man lifted the carriage up into the
wagon as his wife pressed through the conglomeration of bodies to make
room for him.
He watched until the train pulled away and then smiled a sharp toothed
grin. That baby swapping trick works well, he thought with glee, they
won’t even notice until they’ve reached their party. He ran a sickly
green tongue over his lips as he pushed the carriage through the crowd
toward the exit.
“What a treat,” he said out loud to himself as he looked at the plump
baby boy that now occupied the place of the doll. He didn’t worry when
the baby started to cry, sure in the knowledge that nobody would notice
with all the noise of the station. Besides, on Halloween he was just
another crazy father, dressed up like a goblin, taking his baby home.
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