They told me about the history of our house and how it used to be haunted by a man who died here long ago. They said he's still looking for his family, and sometimes he watches over us when we sleep. They showed me where he hides... in the walls and under the floorboards. And they told me about other spirits too, like a little girl who died here just like I did... before I was even born. But she's friendly and doesn't mean any harm either.

No Daddy, they didn't talk about that. They're just little kids like me who died here and want to play and have fun. They don't understand grown-up stuff yet. But we can still be their friends and protect them, right?

Carol Anne watches as Emmanuel and her mother chat easily about their day. She feels a twinge of jealousy, knowing that they have this connection that she can never truly share with either of them. But at the same time, she is grateful for the trust they have placed in her, allowing her to be a part of this secret world they have created together.

As Emmanuel continues to thrust into her, his rhythm growing faster and more urgent, Carol Anne closes her eyes and focuses on the sensations coursing through her body.

Her mother laughs, the sound filling the room like music. "Why, I never thought of it quite like that," she says with a wink. "But I suppose if anyone could handle two husbands, it would be you." She smiles at Emmanuel, and then back down at Carol Anne, her expression full of love and admiration.

With one final thrust, Emmanuel cries out as he releases himself deep inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

Daddy, that's not funny. I don't want to do that. Please just keep me safe from them. I promise I won't ever talk to them again if you will just keep them away from me.

Daddy, please don't make me do that. There must be another way. Please, please keep me safe from the ghosts... I'll be a good girl, I promise.