They all laughed at my stunned expression as I stared at the banner they had hung in my room saying “congratulations on your miscarriage, even your baby wanted to get away from you”. I was so angry and hurt that I wanted to scream, but I was too shocked to move.
I had been feeling unwell for a few days and had gone to the doctor to find out what was wrong. But I never expected to hear the news that I had lost the baby I had been carrying. I was devastated.
But instead of showing me any sympathy, my family decided to mock me. They thought it was funny to hang the banner in my room, like it was some sort of joke.
Little did they know, their cruel prank was about to have deadly consequences. That night, I was awoken by a strange noise coming from downstairs. I crept out of my room and slowly made my way down the stairs.
When I reached the bottom, I saw my family gathered in the living room, laughing and pointing at something on the floor. I followed their gaze and saw a dark figure standing in the middle of the room. It was a tall, shadowy figure with glowing red eyes.
It was the spirit of my unborn child, come back for revenge. It slowly raised its arm and pointed at my family, and with a deep, booming voice it said “You thought it was funny to mock me. Now you will pay the price.”
The figure began to move towards my family, and they all screamed in terror. I watched in horror as my family were engulfed in a dark cloud and vanished into thin air.
I never saw them again.
