A young woman once inherited her great aunt Rita's home. It was beautiful Victorian home, though a bit run down. Her aunt had become a bit insane after she lost her child. While cleaning up the woman mused over what had been written in the will, that she must take care of her great aunts baby. "Poor old aunt Rita" she thought to herself. Just then she heard a strange creaking noise. She knew older homes to be creaky but this was strange and rhythmic. She followed the sound upstairs to the old nursery. She slowly opened the door and looked inside. There in the center of the room was a crib, rocking steadily. She slowly edged closer until she could see inside. The withered corpse of a baby was inside. Repulsed she began to step back, unable to scream. Just then the grey withered eyelids of the child opened revealing red eyes, in a weak voice it spoke "mama". Just in time for Halloween comes what is easily my most disturbing product to date. The Undead baby crib. It continually rocks and inside is the red eyed undead infant looking for it's mother. A tattered black shroud covers the top of the soiled cracked paint of the crib itself. An ideal addition to any haunted house.