Mom Wants Me Dead Because I Speak to Ghosts
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My name is Iris Hollow. I'm six years old, and I talk to dead people.
Four months ago, my stepmother tried to push me down the basement stairs of our funeral home. Not because she didn't love me—but because she loved me too much to watch me become a monster.
The dead whisper their secrets to me. They tell me about the pain they left behind, about love that transcends death. But the living? They're the ones who truly terrify me.
Because when your own stepmother looks at you with murder in her eyes, when she sees your gift as a curse that must be destroyed, you learn that sometimes the most dangerous ghosts are the ones still breathing.
Four months ago, my stepmother tried to push me down the basement stairs of our funeral home. Not because she didn't love me—but because she loved me too much to watch me become a monster.
The dead whisper their secrets to me. They tell me about the pain they left behind, about love that transcends death. But the living? They're the ones who truly terrify me.
Because when your own stepmother looks at you with murder in her eyes, when she sees your gift as a curse that must be destroyed, you learn that sometimes the most dangerous ghosts are the ones still breathing.