As Theresa was preparing dinner for everyone, she had music playing throughout the house. This certain type of music was to calm the atmosphere and keep everything flowing nicely. She was humming along with the music and swayed with it. She was careful enough not to burn herself while seasoning the soup she was making. There was a dark presence forming in a corner behind her. She was too oblivious to everything around her because she was very focused on impressing her family. She had lots of love for them. She could never see herself hurting them. Her thinking about this made her smile. Her heart was filled with love and joy.
The presence behind her felt this emotion and began to move closer to her. It was almost like the ghostly presence could feel hate. It hated her feeling of love and warmth of heart.
When Theresa turned around she could feel the presence, and it terrified her. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. The shadow could be seen in the reflection of window, forcing its ghostly figure down her throat. The burning from the figure entering her windpipe made her become mute. Tears ran down her cheeks as she felt herself slipping away slowly.
