“Hi, my name is Marcie, I’m 7 years old, and I live in a lodge with my new family. They are very sweet, but sometimes I miss my father and mother. My father murdered my mother, but I still love him. My father now lives in Venezuela by himself.
“Let me tell you about my new family; there is Michael, my brother, Grace, my mother, and last but not least John, my father. I don’t know much about my family but that they are a little bit creepy. Like at dinner, we have sludge, ewww!! Also, there are a lot of clowns in the living room, but I don’t think they’re scary, I think they are cool. Their cars have teeth in the front of them, and we scare people a lot.”
“Come to the living room Marcie, we have something to say to you,” my mother said. My dad said with a deep voice, “We are the people who murdered your dad and mom.” “WHAT!” I said. “And you are next,” said Michael as he stabbed me with a kitchen knife.
As I was gushing blood, I felt some kind of tingle inside of me. I was turning into a ghost!! One thing I knew about ghosts was that they could get inside of a person’s body. I went swooshing at Michael’s body, but I couldn’t get inside of him. I also knew that ghosts couldn’t get into a body unless they were human … so what was going on?
All of a sudden, out of the bodies of my stepmother and my stepfather, a couple of faces appeared that looked very familiar, IT WAS MY REAL MOTHER AND FATHER!! They were ghosts that had taken over the bodies of Grace and John!
They said that the only way that they could see me and be with me again was to kill me. I was very happy to be a family again, and we lived happily ever after.
