(Scene : Inside a creepy old-fashioned mansion.) "Did you know this house was haunted?" The little girl questioned."You're kidding me, right?"- I dusted off laughingly.She shook her head in a menacing way and pulled out a dusty ouija board."Let's call the ghost of the man who killed his wife and daughter", she smirked.I never believed in such talking boards, black magic, exorcism or any kind of unnatural media. So I followed her instructions without any real interest."Hey, someone's coming" I claimed, sensing the footsteps rushing fast the stairs."It's the wife!!! We're stuck with the wrong spirit. Let's hide under the bed", her eyes grew wide & pale as she commanded."What? How do you know it's the wife?" I stuttered.She looked straight into my eyes and said,"How on earth would a daughter not recognise the footsteps of her own mother?"