My family locked me in the basement to give birth. Days later, they returned to find a dark red liquid seeping from the door. As my mother screamed, a voice whispered behind her, “Looking for me?”

terrified ghost. “Rebecca…?”

“Hello, David,” I said, my voice dead and flat. “I was residing in the cellar while you were busy playing house.”

His eyes darted frantically to Samantha, then to my weeping mother, then to the pool of fake blood visible in the hallway. “You… you locked her downstairs?”

Samantha lifted her chin, attempting to salvage her authority,continue reading …