"Winter Walter, why does your Mum keep calling you Hazel?" Samantha asked curiously.

"Well, she thinks I killed her beloveth daughter Hazel"

"Did you?" Samantha asked.

"What do you think?"

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My racing heart and shivering body told the whole story. Heavy fetid fusty from the cooking pot flew past my nostrils making my foot stick to the floor. I had no choice than to absorb the rotten smell. Don't blame me I got no right, truth is I don't own my life, She owns it...

"When will you go to the afterworld?"I asked as I finally found my voice.

Her pale transculent face turned towards me with a smirk on her lip. "Hazel wants to cook, then Hazel will go" Her squeamish voice replied as she turned to stir the invisible putrid soup.

"You are lying"

"Yes. Hazel tells lies"

I raised my clenched fist but couldn't move as the oozing vapour filled the air making it more hard for me to move. "What do you want Hazel?. I promise to do it" I finally gave up. She smiled and swam towards me.

"I want everything Winter stole from Hazel. Everything."

"What do you mean?"

"Hazel craves to live like a grown up. Hazel wants heartthrob honey, Hazel covets Russell!"

"Russell is mine you freaking ghost!. By the way you were just ten when you died!"

"You should have thought of all that before making me loose my life at ten...

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