(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?"
