“I warned you.”
“I’m sorry!” Brent said, bracing his arms over his head like the apparition might strike him.
“You did not apologized. You accused!” My rage seeped into the voice I projected through the ghost baby, making it roar. “My mother did not summon me to haunt you. You did!”
“Oh, God… Oh, please…”
“With every false accusation. Every moment of cowardice. I see. I know.”
“I didn’t mean it, I swear!”
“You will not escape me. Not unless you do as I told you. You will beg for my mother’s forgiveness. Others must see.”
“It will ruin my life!” he said, somehow still defiant in the face of such horror.
“You have already ruined it. Now is the time to make amends. This is more than you deserve!”
“Yes,” he said, muttering now. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll tell her. I promise.”
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