–Mom? – Pamela stammered. “Is that you?” The ghost raised his hands. His hands resembled bird feet with long claws. The ghost stared accusingly at the trembling girl. The deathly pale lips parted, and a dull, terrible groan filled the bedroom. Pamela went cold with fear. “Pamela!” – the ghost screeched in a thin, broken voice. - See what you've done! Your passion for entertainment cost me my life! We curse you, Pamela! We died because of you! - Don't! – the girl babbled in horror. - Please, mom. Forgive me! – We will only find peace when you die! - came the answer.