Infant Spirit Curse

On the edge of the town, there is a winding river. On weekdays, the river water is clear and flows slowly, nourishing the surrounding land. But every summer, with frequent heavy rains, the river water rises rapidly, becomes turbid and turbulent, and rushes down carrying all kinds of debris. It was a late night with lightning and thunder, and there was a heavy rain. The big raindrops hit the roof and the ground, causing layers of water splashes. The wind howled, making the windows rattle. Living by the river, I was disturbed by the bad weather and couldn't sleep. I got up and walked to the window to see what was going on outside. Through the flash of lightning, I caught a glimpse of a black object floating on the river. Curiosity drove her to pick up a flashlight and cast the light on the river. I saw an old wooden barrel floating rapidly down the turbulent water. The barrel was bumping and crumbling with the current. I hurriedly put on my raincoat, grabbed a flashlight, rushed out of the house, and ran along the river bank in the direction of the barrel drift. The strong wind blew my raincoat loudly, and the rain kept hitting my face, blurring my vision, but I ignored it and stared closely at the mysterious barrel in the river. Finally, the barrel floated to a shallow shoal where the water flow was slightly slower. It got entangled in the water plants on the riverside and stopped. I approached the barrel cautiously, my hands shaking slightly from nervousness. My breath hitched as I shined a flashlight into the barrel's interior. In the barrel, there was a baby curled up. The baby's little face was red from the rain...