Women have always been looking for ways to regain their beauty. Plastic surgery, beauty creams, anti-aging treatments just name a few.  Though, these are not always effective.

There is an ancient treatment that has been passed down for many generations. It had been almost long forgotten. It is effective but totally horrifying. 

Have you ever wondered why some mothers eat the placenta of their child? The placenta is said to make you live past one hundred. Now imagine if you ate more then that. Imagine if you ate the child itself. 

That's the secret they do not want you to know about. See, I get access to many babies and fetuses a day. I work in an abortion clinic. I am certain the mothers may be horrified if they found out what I did to their fetuses. 

However, if you aborted it, we are going to dispose of it anyway. So, frankly, I do not see any harm in this matter. 

My skin was flawless. My hair was alive and luxurious. For a woman in her mid-sixties, I looked late thirties. Today a new patient would be arriving.

She was believed to be seven months pregnant. She had kept the secret from her parents for so long. Fear grew inside her of them noticing. When she arrived, I was surprised to see such a young girl. She looked almost sixteen.

I was more than happy to help her.  Though this time I could not follow traditional methods. I helped her give birth to the child. There were no cries and when it was over she did her best to walk out of my office.

Whatever happened to her was no concern of mine. It was the gift she had left me that made my heart leap in happiness. This was the most developed child I had been given. This would be the most potent. 

I happily prepared my stew pot as I placed the child inside. Excitedly, I wondered how many years this would take off my body. The aroma filled the tiny apartment I lived in. 

Within a couple hours, my stew would be done and I could enjoy it early in the morning before I opened my doors for another shift. Excitedly I fell asleep. I awoke to the sound of a baby crying.

Walking around my apartment I found nothing. The house was once again completely quiet. I shrugged it off and went back to my room. The sound of crying erupted out once more. 

Nervously, I opened my bedroom door. Once again there was only silence. That night I could not sleep. Maybe, finally, I was going insane.  I decided to instead ignore the crying sounds I heard. It must be all in my head. The crying started when I made that stew. If I eat it, the crying will stop.

Yes, that makes perfect sense. I am not insane. 

The next morning the clinic did not open. Nor did it the day after.  Police investigated when a foul odor came from the building. There they found the doctor with her head thrown backward in horror. The cause of death was choking on a tiny bone. 

It came to light, the crimes she had committed. The neighbors reported they had heard the sound of crying. Legend says, the innocent children got their revenge.