All I want is my babies back. Gina has been mentally taken away from me though her mind. Just think, my 5 year old daughter being dragged away from her mother, and worst of all, is a friend of the demon. My 2 year old son Micah being scratched. Everything about Gina is scaring me know.
"Mama, mama" I hear my baby girl calling me. I proceded to Ginas room. As I peered into the baby pink room, I saw no sign of Gina. I went into Micah's room that was the size of a closet. No Micah. For a second I freaked out, but then I realized, didn't I just drop them off at my parents?? Yes I did. My dad wanted me to get a break from all this madness. "Mama, mama"
I heard the voice again. That is not my baby's voice. It was a raspy, masculine voice. "YOU ARE NOT MY GINA" I screamed as it echoed onto the thin walls of my old house. "You aren't her mother" I heard a whisper coming from behind me. I froze. A puff of air hit my neck. Breathing. I felt a brittle old hand trickle through my hair. Another
whisper flew into my ear and made a tear drop down my cold face. It said, "she's mine now"
