I’ve been told his heart is made of stone, all feelings are void to him except rage and infliction of pain. Marcel won’t get away this time.

Thankful for my invisibility, I stalk Marcel, watching how he walks with arrogance and a bloodthirsty smile.

Hastily, he enters his home and immediately grabs a bottle of beer, bringing it to his lips and drinking it heavily.

“Marcel…” a small child whispers. “May I go play with my schoolmates?”

Marcel smashes the beer bottles to pieces, rage fueling him.

“No! How insolent you are!” Marcel shouts, vibrating the house with his voice.

I watch dreadfully as the small child flinches in fear.

Now is my time.

I jump from my spot and take command of the wind. I allow it to rage within the house, causing shutters and papers to fly.

“You will not inflict anymore pain upon this child!” I voiced, my tone deep and powerful.

And with a slash of my wrist, I capture Marcel’s shaking hands, tying them with shackles.

I throw him out of his house into the hands of mud and shame.

“Please, haunt me no more!” He shouts. But I do not listen.

I call upon the prison guards with help of a fellow other ghosts.

Marcel is thrown into prison.

I go back to the small child, staring wide-eyed into the empty house.

“Child,” I say gently, “follow me.”

I allow myself to be visible as the child follows behind me. I bring him to a small household, run by a sweet lady named Alice.

“Well hello there sweet child,” she says. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then you can eat some pie I just pulled from the oven!”

I watch as Alice silently thanks me.

I’ve done my job today.