Who Is in My Mother’s Skin?

I'd been home for half a month, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that Mom wasn't quite herself anymore. She looked and sounded like she always had, but something felt different.

Then, one day, I got a message from her that sent a chill down my spine.

"Lily, hide! There's a ghost in the house!"

At first, I thought she was pulling a prank on me—or maybe her account got hacked.

Then, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Mom, who had just finished cooking, called out to tell me the meal was ready.

I was still hesitating when another message popped up. It was a voice message.

"Trust me, Lily. I'm your real mom! The one out there is a ghost! Run!"

It sounded just like Mom's voice from outside. My mind was racing in panic.

Not hearing me respond, Mom giggled from the other side of the door and said, "I'm coming in."

I'd been home for half a month, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that Mom wasn't quite herself anymore. She looked and sounded like she always had, but something felt different.

Then, one day, I got a message from her that sent a chill down my spine.

"Lily, hide! There's a ghost in the house!"

At first, I thought she was pulling a prank on me—or maybe her account got hacked.

Then, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Mom, who had just finished cooking, called out to tell me the meal was ready.

I was still hesitating when another message popped up. It was a voice message.

"Trust me, Lily. I'm your real mom! The one out there is a ghost! Run!"

It sounded just like Mom's voice from outside. My mind was racing in panic.

Not hearing me respond, Mom giggled from the other side of the door and said, "I'm coming in."