In her fancy room, Nono was up with her forehead pressed firmly against a white wall. In the voice of a middle-aged man, she hummed the lullaby. Her both hands were banging the wall gently forming a beat to the lullaby. Dirt stained her white nightgown from behind.
"No-no, baby girl… it is Uncle Alex" I called out nervously. A deep sadness swept through me.
At the sound of my voice, she paused; her head slowly turned 360 to face us while the rest of her body remained in place. Her eyes were black and her face looked rotten with black lines. Her mouth went into a menacing smile, she uttered in a deep gravelly voice,
"Uncle Alex… come play with me…"
Her mother screamed in profound fear which was distracting. Uncle Philip pulled her into his big arms for a tight hug. "Let's get out of here" he whispered and escorted her out. I shook my head in sympathy for my cousin. What has this innocent girl done to deserve this grave torment from this foul spirit?
