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A woman with a red umbrella standing before a house | Source: Midjourney
A woman with a red umbrella standing before a house | Source: Midjourney

The Woman with the Red Umbrella

Rita Kumar
Jul 29, 2025
11:30 A.M.

A widowed Carl and his young son, Toby, move into their new home on Turner Street for a fresh start. But something was already waiting. Neighbors whisper that every child who's seen it just... vanished. Now Carl must protect his son from whatever is haunting them.

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Rain drummed against the windows of 47 Turner Street as Carl opened another cardboard box. The moving truck had left hours ago, but unpacking felt endless.

He'd gotten this house for an incredible price. It was almost too good to be true for a place this size in such a nice neighborhood. As a freelance graphic designer working from home, Carl needed space for both his office and his son, Toby, to play.

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A house | Source: Unsplash

Six months had passed since his wife Vicki's accident. And Carl was still learning to navigate single parenthood.

The insurance money and house sale had given them a fresh start. But moments like these crushed him with loneliness. He kept expecting to hear Vicki's voice calling from another room.

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The house still carried the scent of strangers. Old wood, forgotten memories, and something that seemed to whisper from every corner lingered.

"Daddy, look."

Toby's small voice cut through the oppressive silence that had settled over their new home. The six-year-old stood motionless near the window, his breath creating small clouds of condensation on the glass.

A little boy looking out through the window | Source: Midjourney

A little boy looking out through the window | Source: Midjourney

"What is it, buddy?" Carl wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling exhaustion settle into his bones. He still had a lot of work to do. He had to set up his computer and get back to work. His clients wouldn't wait for him to finish unpacking.

"There's a lady outside in the rain, Daddy."

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Carl felt his blood slow in his veins. "What lady?"

"She's wearing a long black dress that moves strangely in the wind. She has a red umbrella." Toby pressed his nose against the cold glass. "She's watching me, Daddy. She's been watching me for a long time."

Silhouette of a woman holding a red umbrella and standing under a tree at night | Source: Midjourney

Silhouette of a woman holding a red umbrella and standing under a tree at night | Source: Midjourney

The hair on Carl's neck rose as an inexplicable chill swept through the room. He walked to the window with growing unease, his footsteps echoing hollowly on the worn wooden floors.

His eyes searched the rain-soaked street until they found what his son had seen.

There she stood beneath the ancient oak tree. The woman with the red umbrella. She emerged from the shadows between the raindrops.

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Her black dress hung around her thin frame. The red umbrella blazed against the gray evening sky with an intensity that hurt to look at directly. She remained perfectly still, her face turned toward their window with an expression Carl couldn't read from this distance.

Her gaze seemed to penetrate the glass and reach directly into the house where they stood watching.

A woman with a red umbrella | Source: Midjourney

A woman with a red umbrella | Source: Midjourney

"Maybe her car broke down and she needs help," Carl muttered. He raised his hand and waved at the figure below, hoping for some acknowledgment.

She did not respond or move in any way that suggested she had seen his gesture.

"I'll go out and see if she needs assistance." Carl grabbed his jacket from the chair. "Stay inside where it's warm, buddy. Don't open the door for anyone."

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He pulled open the front door and stepped onto the porch, immediately feeling the cold rain strike his face. He looked toward the oak tree, expecting to see the woman still standing in her strange vigil.

But she was… gone.

An empty street on a rainy night | Source: Midjourney

An empty street on a rainy night | Source: Midjourney

Carl blinked hard and scanned the entire street, looking for any sign of movement or a figure retreating into the distance. But nothing stirred in the gray evening light. The woman had vanished as completely as if she'd never existed at all.

"Where could she have gone so quickly?" he whispered to the empty street, heading back inside.

***

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Carl prepared steak and vegetables for dinner while his mind replayed the image of the woman under the tree. Toby pushed peas around his plate without eating them, his usual chatter replaced by thoughtful quiet.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Why did the lady disappear when you went outside?"

"Sometimes people leave quickly when they realize they don't need help after all."

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A man smiling | Source: Midjourney

"She didn't look like she was in any hurry to go anywhere. She looked like she was waiting for something important to happen." Toby set down his fork and stared at his father with eyes that seemed too serious for a six-year-old.

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"Do you think she was waiting for us, Daddy?"

"Waiting for what?"

Toby's small shoulders lifted and fell in a gesture of uncertainty. "Don't know."

***

That night, Carl read stories about brave princes while thinking about work deadlines. Toby fell asleep clutching his stuffed bear as Carl kissed his forehead before collapsing into his bed.

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A man fast asleep in his bedroom | Source: Pexels

Silence devoured the night. Everything seemed peaceful... until the windows began rattling violently at 3 a.m.

Carl's eyes snapped open as consciousness returned with jarring suddenness. Wind howled around the house with supernatural ferocity. Lightning flickered through the curtains, casting eerie shadows that danced across the ceiling.

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Then everything fell silent with an abruptness that left his ears ringing.

***

Morning arrived gray and cold. Carl made coffee that tasted bitter despite his careful preparation and he helped Toby get ready for his first day at the new school.

As a work-from-home dad, Carl usually enjoyed the flexibility. But that day, he felt anxious about being alone in the house.

They walked to the car together, their footsteps crunching on the wet leaves that had fallen during the night's storm. Carl fumbled with his keys, his fingers stiff from the morning chill.

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A man holding a car key | Source: Freepik

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"Excuse me there."

An elderly couple approached from the sidewalk. The woman had silver hair that caught what little light filtered through the clouds. And her eyes held a weight of knowledge that made Carl uncomfortable.

The man walked with a wooden cane, his eyes never leaving Toby.

"We're the Wills from next door. We wanted to welcome you to Turner Street." The man's smile seemed genuine. "Hope you're settling in well despite this terrible weather."

The woman stared at Toby with unmistakable horror.

"Oh dear God, no..." she whispered, her voice carrying clearly across the morning air. "Not another child in this place."

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A terrified elderly woman | Source: Midjourney

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"Honey, please," her husband warned.

She reached out and grasped Carl's arm with cold, clammy fingers. "You have to protect him from 'The Mother.' She comes for the children when the conditions are right."

"Excuse me?" Carl gasped.

"She takes them away and they never come back to their families. She's been waiting in this house for so long."

"That's enough!" The man pulled her away, looking at Carl with alarmed eyes. "I apologize for my wife. She has some health problems that make her say things that don't make sense. Please don't pay attention to her stories."

Carl watched them hurry down the sidewalk, the man's voice carrying back to them in harsh whispers while the woman shook her head.

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An elderly couple walking on the street | Source: Midjourney

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"What did she mean about 'The Mother,' Daddy?"

Carl looked down at his son, taking in those trusting eyes. That innocent expression still believed adults could protect him from every danger.

"It's just neighborhood gossip, buddy. There's nothing to worry about."

But Carl's hands continued to shake as he started the car.

After dropping Toby at school, he spent the morning trying to focus on work. Logo designs and client revisions felt impossible. His mind kept wandering to the strange woman and the neighbor's warning.

An anxious man lost in thought | Source: Midjourney

An anxious man lost in thought | Source: Midjourney

That afternoon, he gave up on productivity and spent hours researching their new neighborhood online. Turner Street had a history that stretched back decades, filled with stories that made his stomach clench with growing dread.

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The house at 47 had remained empty for three full years before they moved in. Before that, two different families had moved out within months of arriving, though the reasons remained unclear in public records.

The realtor had been unusually eager to close the deal, offering incentives that should've raised red flags. The price had been significantly below market value for the area.

Carl realized he should've asked more questions about why such a desirable property had remained available for so long.

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A house for sale sign | Source: Pexels

He continued digging through online archives and local newspaper databases until he found an article from ten years ago that made his blood run cold:

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LOCAL WOMAN DIES IN CAR ACCIDENT

"Merlyn, 34, died yesterday evening when her vehicle struck a tree on Old Church Street during what witnesses described as clear driving conditions. Merlyn had been returning from downtown with a red umbrella, continuing a weekly ritual she had maintained for five years since her son's death..."

Carl's coffee grew cold as he read, his attention completely absorbed by the unfolding tragedy.

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Men carrying a coffin | Source: Pexels

Merlyn's boy, Tommy, was killed by a delivery truck while chasing a red umbrella that had blown across the street during a windstorm. The child was five years old at the time of the accident.

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Following her son's death, a widowed Merlyn began purchasing a red umbrella every Saturday and bringing it home, apparently believing that Tommy was still alive and waiting for his weekly gift.

Family members attempted to intervene and seek professional help for her. But she insisted that Tommy was simply waiting at home for her return. Neighbors reported seeing her having conversations with empty rooms and preparing meals for two people, though she lived alone.

"She wasn't losing her mind," said her sister during a brief interview. "She was just trying to survive the worst thing that can happen to a parent. The umbrella trips were the only thing that kept her going from week to week."

A bright red umbrella in a store display | Source: Midjourney

A bright red umbrella in a store display | Source: Midjourney

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Carls's heart pounded as he read the final detail that appeared at the bottom of the article.

The address listed as Merlyn's residence was 47 Turner Street.

He and his son were living in a dead woman's house, surrounded by the remnants of her grief.

***

That night, Toby's terrified screams shattered the silence that had settled over the house.

"Daddy! Daddy! The lady came into my room!"

Carl ran up the stairs two at a time. Toby sat upright in his bed, tears streaming down his face while his entire body shook with fear.

"She was standing right there in the corner, watching me sleep." He pointed toward the space near his dresser with a trembling finger. "She wanted me to come with her to see a little boy."

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A horrified little boy pointing at something | Source: Midjourney

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The corner appeared empty to Carl's eyes, but the air carried a chill that seemed to come from somewhere other than the October night outside.

"It was just a bad dream, buddy. Sometimes new houses can make us have strange dreams until we get used to them."

"No, Daddy, she was really here. She had the red umbrella just like before… and she kept saying that her boy was waiting for a friend to play with." Toby's voice dropped to a whisper that made Carl's skin crawl. "She said I looked just like him."

Carl checked every corner of the room, looking behind furniture and inside the closet for any sign of an intruder. Nothing appeared disturbed or out of place. But something was definitely wrong.

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A child's closet | Source: Midjourney

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"Can I sleep in your room tonight, Daddy? I'm scared."

"Of course you can, buddy. We'll both feel better that way."

As they passed the hallway window, Carl glanced outside from habit and froze.

There she was… beneath the oak tree.

The woman in the black dress stood motionless in the darkness, her red umbrella visible despite the lack of streetlights. Even from this distance, Carl could sense that her attention was focused entirely on their house.

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A woman holding a red umbrella and standing alone on a rainy night | Source: Midjourney

The next morning, Carl called a moving company and scheduled their departure for that same day. Whatever was happening in this house, he refused to subject his son to any more of it.

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They would leave immediately and find somewhere else to live, even if it meant starting over completely. But when the moving truck arrived, it broke down at the end of their driveway without any apparent cause.

"Strangest thing I've seen in 20 years of this work," the driver said, shaking his head as he stared at the engine. "Everything just died at once, like something drained all the power right out of it."

Carl tried to start his car, but the battery had somehow died overnight despite working perfectly the day before.

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A person sitting in a car | Source: Unsplash

An hour later, a tow truck arrived to haul the broken-down truck away. Carl and Toby stood on the porch, watching the truck being lifted onto the flatbed. Just as the driver secured the chains, a deafening caw split the air above them.

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Carl looked up to see a massive flock of crows descending from the oak tree like a black storm cloud. Dozens of birds dove toward them, wings beating furiously, and beaks snapping at their faces and hands.

"Get inside!" Carl screamed, grabbing Toby and shoving him through the front door. The crows slammed against the windows and door, their talons scraping against the glass in a frenzied assault. Carl threw the deadbolt and backed away from the door, his heart hammering.

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A flock of crows around a house | Source: Midjourney

Through the window, he watched the tow truck driver flee to his cab and speed away, leaving tire marks on the asphalt. The crows circled the house once more before settling back onto the oak tree, watching with unblinking black eyes.

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The landline phone produced no dial tone when Carl picked up the receiver. His cell phone showed no signal bars, though the same carrier had worked fine everywhere else in the neighborhood.

Whatever was haunting them didn't want them to leave. They were trapped inside the house with no means of communication or transportation.

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A man holding his cell phone | Source: Unsplash

That evening, the temperature inside the house dropped 20 degrees below what the thermostat indicated. Frost began forming on the inside of the windows despite the October weather remaining mild outside. Toby shivered uncontrollably in his bed despite multiple blankets.

"Daddy, I'm scared. Something's really wrong with this place."

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"I know, baby. I can feel it too."

At exactly midnight, they heard footsteps in the attic above their heads.

The sounds were slow and deliberate, pacing back and forth across the length of the upper floor. Each footfall creaked through the ceiling with the weight of someone moving with great purpose through the darkness above them.

"Stay right here and don't move," Carl whispered, though his voice shook with fear.

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A staircase | Source: Midjourney

He took a flashlight from the bedside table and made his way to the narrow staircase that led to the attic. Each step upward felt like climbing toward something he was not meant to discover.

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The attic stretched before him in the flashlight beam, filled with boxes, old furniture, and over a dozen red umbrellas covered in years of accumulated dust.

In the far corner of the space sat a small writing desk. On top of the desk lay a red leather diary that seemed to glow in the darkness.

A worn red diary on a desk | Source: Midjourney

A worn red diary on a desk | Source: Midjourney

Carl approached the diary with growing dread and opened the cover with trembling hands. The pages had yellowed with age, and the handwriting that filled them was elegant and feminine:

"October 15th: I bought Tommy his umbrella today. The red one from Brennan's store, just like he wanted before the accident. He would've been so happy to finally have it...

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October 22nd: Tommy's umbrella is beautiful. I can almost see him holding it, practicing the way we planned..."

Carl turned through pages and pages of similar entries, all focused on weekly umbrella purchases and conversations with a child who no longer existed.

A man holding a red diary | Source: Midjourney

A man holding a red diary | Source: Midjourney

The final entry was written in a handwriting that looked shaky and desperate:

"I failed him completely. I promised Tommy I would scatter his ashes in the ocean where we used to collect shells together. But I never found the strength to let him go. They're still in the little urn under the loose floorboards in the corner, and I know he can't rest properly until I keep my promise..."

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Carl's flashlight flickered as he finished reading. Several floorboards in the corner were loose, just as the diary had described.

He crossed the attic space and pried up the boards with hands that had gone numb with cold and fear. Underneath, he found a small urn with a child's name carved on the side: "Thomas, Beloved Son, Age 5."

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An urn | Source: Midjourney

The wind began howling through the house with supernatural fury, and Carl could almost hear a woman's voice crying out desperately through the storm: "Tommy! Tommy, where are you?"

The sound sent ice through his veins as he clutched the urn to his chest.

***

The next morning brought clear skies and sunshine. Carl drove to the ocean with Toby and the urn, following the winding roads that led them away from Turner Street and toward the coast where waves crashed against rocky shores.

They stood together on a pier, watching seagulls circle overhead while the wind carried the salty scent of the sea toward them.

"What's in that thing, Daddy?"

Carl looked at his son, seeing the curiosity and trust in those young eyes that still believed his father could fix anything that was broken in the world.

"Someone who needs to go home to a place where he can finally rest, sweetie."

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A curious little boy standing on a pier near the sea | Source: Midjourney

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Carl opened the urn carefully, revealing gray ash that caught the morning sunlight and seemed to shimmer with its own inner light. The ash swirled upward in the ocean breeze, dancing on the air currents before settling gently onto the surface of the water far below.

"Goodbye, Tommy!" Carl whispered to the wind and waves. "Your mother kept her promise through us."

The ash disappeared into the vast blue expanse of the ocean, carried away by currents that would take it to places unknown.

A man and a little boy standing on a pier and watching the ocean | Source: Midjourney

A man and a little boy standing on a pier and watching the ocean | Source: Midjourney

That night, Carl felt the change in the house as soon as they returned from their trip to the coast.

The oppressive atmosphere that had pressed down on them for days had lifted completely. The temperature returned to normal levels throughout every room.

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Toby slept peacefully in his own bed without any signs of the terror that had plagued him since their arrival.

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A little boy fast asleep | Source: Midjourney

Carl stood at the hallway window one final time, looking out toward the oak tree where the woman had maintained her vigil.

She was there, but everything about her appearance had changed.

Her black dress had become white, flowing around her in the evening breeze. The red umbrella was gone, replaced by hands that held a little boy with a bright smile. The boy waved at Carl through the window, his face glowing with happiness that transcended the boundaries between life and death.

A woman standing with a little boy outside a house | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing with a little boy outside a house | Source: Midjourney

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Merlyn looked directly at Carl and nodded once, a gesture that carried profound gratitude and the peaceful acknowledgment of a promise finally kept.

Then both the figures faded into the moonlight, becoming transparent before disappearing entirely into the night air.

They were gone at last... free to continue their journey together.

A fullmoon night as seen through the window | Source: Midjourney

A fullmoon night as seen through the window | Source: Midjourney

Three months later, Carl and Toby had transformed the house into a real home filled with laughter and the comfortable sounds of daily life. Carl's home office was finally set up properly, and work had returned to normal.

They played fetch in the backyard with Scout, a golden retriever puppy who had boundless energy and an endless capacity for joy.

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"Daddy, catch this one!"

Toby threw the tennis ball with all his strength, sending it bouncing across the yard until it rolled to a stop beneath the old oak tree. Carl jogged over to retrieve it, enjoying the sound of his son's laughter echoing through the afternoon air.

As he bent down to pick up the ball, something else caught his attention.

A tennis ball under a tree | Source: Midjourney

A tennis ball under a tree | Source: Midjourney

A red umbrella leaned against the trunk of the tree, its color vibrant and new. This umbrella was different from the one that had appeared in Merlyn's supernatural manifestations. This one was solid and real, a physical object that belonged to the world of the living.

Carl picked up both the ball and the umbrella, understanding that he had received a final gift from the mother and son who had found peace at last.

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Some ghosts don't come to frighten the living.

Sometimes they simply need help completing the story they couldn't finish while they were alive.

A red umbrella under a tree | Source: Midjourney

A red umbrella under a tree | Source: Midjourney

If you enjoyed this story, here's another one about a woman excited for her first dream date, until things take an unexpected turn: Rosemary's big night with her charming boss is finally happening... until her late mother's lucky scarf vanishes. What starts as a search becomes a night she never saw coming.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided "as is," and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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