“Don't utter a word.” I heard from a distance, my eardrums pumping in amazement. Lachie had already fallen asleep, so I had to lay him in a cot and place him in the underground room, reserving the thought that it was very risky.
It was Angus's voice I heard, and I flinched, moving from a direction to another. In no time, I saw a sudden appearance of something like a phantom, becoming clearer according to the tick of the clock.
“Wait…” I muttered to myself, a sigh following immediately.
“Don't be afraid.” My ghost mother said, her eyes consciously blinked at me. “I have come with a good news.”
“What is it?” I asked her, turning my head towards her, my mind calmed by her presence.
“It is time to take revenge.” My ghost mother revealed, holding a piece of stick up in the air.
“Mom,
