"It wants to be born…NOW!" yelled Benny, appearing behind Casey in her bedroom. She turned slowly, a mild expression on her face.
"What wants to be born now?" she asked innocently, staring at him. He glared at her and advanced.
"ME!" he yelled vicariously, missing her as he lunged when she ducked out of the way.
"Why are you referring to yourself as 'it'?" Casey asked the disgruntled, blue-eyed, unborn child.
"Wha-I-you-" He struggled for words. "I DIDN'T WRITE THIS MOVIE!" exploded Benny finally. Casey sighed. "Why aren't you afraid of me?" demanded Benny.
"Well, you're just a li'l kid," answered Casey simply. "I'm the big sister, really. Why should I be afraid of you?"
"Because I'm haunting you!" shrieked Benny. Casey frowned.
"You aren't very good at it," she stated. "But," said Casey before he could interrupt, ""I'll help you. I'll get some horror movie has-beens to teach you. After all, what are big sisters for?" Benny sighed dejectedly, ready to accept her help, but answered in a mutter that Casey couldn't hear,
"Haunting."