Christine was awoken one winter's morning by a small voice that seemed to be singing to her. She quickly sat up, careful not to wake Erik as she looked around. "Evangeline?" she called softly, afraid that the child was up an out of bed. "Evangeline… are you in here?"

The voice continued, singing nonsense words and mostly singing sounds, floating around the room. Christine was terrified, the little voice so beautiful, yet so eerie as is flooded her mind.

Suddenly, she saw a face in the darkness, standing at the end of the bed and placing it's hands upon the blankets. Christine wanted to scream and nearly did before she realized what this presence was.

"Evangeline, you've frightened me!" she scolded in a loud whisper. "What are you doing out of bed, young lady?"

The child ceased her singing and hurried to her mother's side, reaching up and grasping her fingers. "Mama… there is something in the nursery," she said in her small speaking voice. The child had just had her first birthday, though Christine felt like she was dealing with a child much older than just one.

Nevertheless, she followed to the nursery, being pulled along by her small daughter. Evangeline tugged open the door and pointed to the rocking chair in the corner, where one of her new dolls sat. Christine's eyes widened a bit as he lit a candle, crouching beside the porcelain toy.

"Evangeline… don't you remember? This was a birthday present to you, my darling… why are you afraid of it?" Christine asked, touching the pink cheeks it had and cradling it in her hands.

Evangeline shook her head as she stood beside her mother. "I'm not scared, Mama," she said. "It talks."

All of the color began to fade from Christine's face. It talked? That was impossible! "What do you mean, Evangeline?" she asked, her voice suddenly beginning to shake.

"It was singing to you," the child answered, looking up to her mother. "You waked up."

She nearly fainted then. Was this another one of the child's tricks, or was she being serious? No… she had to be playing a joke on her… this was impossible!

"Back to bed, Evangeline," Christine sighed, setting the doll back on the rocking chair and lifting her child back into the crib. She blew out the candle and left the room, heading back to bed as well.

Though, as soon as she was in bed, the voice returned, dragging her out from underneath the covers and down the hall to the nursery, where Christine froze in the doorway.

Immediately, Christine had thrown the doll out, shoved it away in a dark corner of the closet, and locked the chest it sat it.

This little doll and it's voice were the first of many major terrors. As months went by, more things began to sing to Christine, teasing her and driving her mad, and whenever they seemed to happen, Evangeline was nowhere in sight.

Erik was beginning to notice these things, seeing how distraught and distant Christine had been becoming. She walked around like a dead woman, hunching her back a bit as she stared straight forward, doing her mindless tasks… just like his own mother had done when he tortured her as a child…

But what could he do? Erik had spoken to Evangeline many times over the months, but she'd always denied it and became angry at him. By two, she'd even begun to ask him to 'prove it'. She'd claimed that it wasn't her, that the things speaking to her mother were ghosts.

Erik began keeping a careful eye on Christine, and an especially careful eye on Evangeline.

Around the fall of Evangeline's second year, Christine grew ill. As much as the young woman attempted to hide it, it was obvious to both Erik and Evangeline. In fact, the child was the first to notice. She'd come running into her father's office one day, standing straight up and informing him that her mother was ill in the washroom.

That was the first of many more times Erik had seen Christine hunched over their toilet. She'd wretch horribly, complaining that her abdomen was paining her and getting sick all morning long.

It only took a few days for Erik to put the pieces together.

Christine had become pregnant once again.

The thought made Erik hate himself, for how could he let this happen? He would give her yet another flawed child that would terrorize her, frightening her out of her wits and driving her insane! What had he done?

It didn't take long for Christine to realize what was wrong, either. She'd cried and cried about it, not ready to have another child, too afraid that she couldn't handle it. And what would Evangeline do? How would she treat it? Would she love this child, or would she hate it? And would it be like her, taunting and terrorizing?

Christine made it clear that she didn't want the child about three months into her pregnancy, right around the time of Evangeline's next birthday. Erik had taken Christine and Evangeline to the lake for fresh air, and as he sat with Christine on the banks, letting their daughter run around and get some of her energy out. "I don't want it," Christine had stated suddenly. "I cannot have the child, Erik… I-I'm far too afraid."

Erik had been stunned by her words, quickly trying to tell her that it would be alright. But Christine refused. She was too frightened that 'the ghosts would be angry' if she had another child.

"Darling, there are no ghosts, I promise it to you…" Erik had coaxed, touching his lover's gentle cheek as he attempted to comfort her. "Everything will be alright, I promise you…"

But it was then that they heard a scream. A small, high pitched yell of utter terror that sent Erik to his feet. Evangeline came running to him, crying hysterically. "Papa! There's a monster!" she sobbed, running to his arms and hugging him tightly. "I-In the water, Papa, in the water!"

Erik quickly brought the child to the water, searching for said monster, afraid that something was truly there that had frightened her. "Evangeline… what do you speak of? I see no monster…"

The child took a step closer to the water and looked down, screaming once more as she pointed to the water. Erik looked, only seeing her reflection staring back at her…

"Evangeline… my love, that is no monster…" he explained softly, his heart shattering.

"It is!" she cried. "It's a monster, Papa!"

Erik shook his head, having her look once more. "There is no monster… this is a reflection, my love… you can see yourself…"

Suddenly, the young girl's eyes widened as she stared, looking down at the horrific face that stared back at her, beginning to realize that she was this monster…

The child whipped around, glaring at her mother as her small chest heaved. She pointed to her growing belly, her tiny hand shaking. "A monster! You will have another!" she shouted, tears rolling down her cheeks before she ran back into the house.

And on the night of Evangeline's third birthday, Christine found the doll sitting back in the rocking chair.