The haunting

I promised myself that even in death, I would make her life hell; I have held myself to those standards, wreaking havoc on her life. She doesn't know it's me, she doesn't know that I still exist, somewhere in this universe my soul still lives to destroy her. My last wish never broke. I hate her. The daily torment that I endured, the punches the abuse, any and everything. Then the stabbing, the way I died. I remember the excruciating pain, more than the usual torment I received daily.

I torture her with my games, my mischief. Following her around and scaring her by moving things around. I will never leave her alone, just like she did for me.

She is my mother, but I refuse to admit that I am related to her. My last wish was to make her life hell when alive and in death as well.

I've still kept my promise to this day and will continue to till hell reigns down on the earth; In other words I will never stop.