In my vision, Father Michael O'Connell hurriedly picked up the charms next to him, trying to subdue his unconscious son's soul again.
I glanced, and the male ghost in the mirror, after regaining his freedom, was still at a loss, and looked at Father Michael O'Connell as he pounced on him.
Just like, a child who has been abused, who will always just lower his head and endure.
How can this be allowed?
I, while feeling frustrated, used all my strength to get up and pounced on Father Michael O'Connell, and with my remaining teeth, I bit his arm hard.
"Let go!" Father Michael O'Connell slapped me hard, and threw me on the ground.
"Don't be afraid!" I fell to the ground, and held Father Michael O'Connell's thigh tightly.
"If someone bullies you, don't be afraid!"
I stared at the direction where the male ghost was, and without the mirror, I could only see a void.
"We bully you, your dad bullies you, don't be afraid!" I shouted loudly, "You should fight back!"
"Like you protected those ants, protect yourself!"
I shouted with nearly pleading, and let Father Michael O'Connell step on my head, step on my wounds, step by step.
In the gap, I saw the male ghost's trembling figure in the mirror facing the sky, and the charms held high by Father Michael O'Connell in his hands.
I let out a strange cry, and as Father Michael O'Connell lowered his hand, I endured the pain and got up, holding his arm with one hand, and tightly gripping the charms in Father Michael O'Connell's hands with the other.
I knew, the male ghost was right in front of me.
I turned my head, and looked at a mirror facing the sky. In the mirror, the male ghost also turned his head, and looked at me in the mirror.
"You are not a vengeful ghost, nor are you a monster, you have no reason to be bullied!" I cried out loud, "Kill us all! You should do this!"
"You're talking nonsense!"
Father Michael O'Connell broke free from me, and didn't bother with me anymore, and immediately put the charms on.
However, there was no reaction.
The charms had failed.
We all turned our heads and looked at the mirror facing the sky.
In the mirror, that thin figure, sat on Father Michael O'Connell's shoulder in an extremely strange posture.
"Why... abandon us..."
"Son... listen to Dad..."
"Why, abandon us!"
The male ghost said this with a cry, and then he used his hands, and Father Michael O'Connell's head turned a corner, and a meaningless gurgling sound came from his throat.
Then the male ghost lay on Father Michael O'Connell's body, and started to peel the skin from his face.
He seemed to only have this way of revenge.