"Please... plz don't kill us." The 5 year old Connor said. "Mama. Bwah." The 3 year old Raymond cried. Their bigger sister Emily who was 8 pointed a twisted knife at the cuddled up brothers.

"And why not?" She asked. "Because we don't want to die." Connor stammered. "Oh little brothers you're just gonna be ghosts." She said curling the dagger between her fingers.

The door was locked and their parents were out. She placed the dagger on the little ones chest and stabbed him. "Raymond!" Connor cried hugging the lifeless body.

"You dem- Aargh!!!" He fell to the ground clutching his stomach. He lost too much blood that he died as well.

"Ghosts! Throw them in the chasm of death! Ready my throne! I'm coming!" She demanded as she walked downstairs to the basement closing the door behind her.

A couple of ghosts picked up the dead bodies, down the stairs and threw them in a pit with green smoke and lots of bones.

She straightened her cloak and sat on her dark purple throne with an amethyst on the top. She sat down resting her back on one of the armrests and her legs hanging over the other armrest.

Soon, two spirits flew out of the pit. They had looks like Connor and Raymond. "Hello brothers." Emily said with a grin.

"You! You were the one to kill us." Connor lunged at her. Her ring shined and her eyes flashed red. And he suddenly stopped.

"Oh brother. You can't hurt me. Plus I promise I'll treat you both kindly If you help me." She said. The two slowly nodded in fear.

"Now ghosts, bring me some food." She demanded and a ghost quickly came to her holding a tray with food. She ate it.

"So our next mission is to poison the food on Thanksgiving at our home. Understood?" She asked. "Fon! (Yes in ghost language.) " They all said in unison.

Two hours later,

Emily was bored. She was sitting in the same position she was sitting two hours ago.

"Being me some blood. Or a bone or just another person you've killed. Throw them in the chasm of death." She said that pointing at the pit. " How many people did you kill?"

"Um None."

"Noone?" She asked. "Seriously, None?! Ah. I'm bored. I'm gonna go kill someone myself." She said getting up and pulling out a dagger.

She threw it a wall where a person was tied and the dagger went piercing the person's neck.

She was walking in the streets and a boy was bothering her, just being pesky.

She was walking quietly as she walked past the boy she quickly graabed his collar, punched him two times and threw him at the other side.

"Cipa The Hosa! Buh bye!" She said waving her hand. "Prepare to Die!" She yelled in his face and stabbed him with a kunai.

She picked up the lifeless body. "Finally. I killed 1000 people in a week." She exclaimed. "There. There's the ghostkiller. Run!"

She heard a voice and saw two boys running away. She pulled out a gun and shot them both and they fell to the ground dead.