I was born evil.
When my mother was three months pregnant, I mixed abortion pills into her medicine.
As soon as my little brother was born, I grabbed a brick and threw it at his face.
The corpse of a kitten was hidden beneath my desk, and my quilt was stuffed with squashed bugs.
Later, my little brother died in an accident.
My family was convinced I had killed him and forced me to drink a whole pot of boiling water full of broken glass.
I was scalded to death.
After I died, my entire family got the chance to live their lives over again.
But I could only remain forever a homeless, wandering ghost.
They were overjoyed and protected my little brother as he grew up safe and sound.
But they had no idea that my death was only the beginning of their nightmare.
