John dug the hole deep. Last thing he needed was for some animal to come along and sniff out the contents. Satisfied, he climbed out and picked up the body… his teenage daughter. Dumb bitch had gone and gotten herself knocked up. Even worse, she wanted to keep the baby! If she had just let him do what needed to be done. Then the bleeding after… he couldn’t call the police.
Tossing her into the ground, John picked up the shovel and began scooping the dirt back in. He never noticed his daughter’s ghostly apparition until it was too late.
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