Reborn to Bear the Evil Spirit

When I was five months pregnant, my birth parents brought me home. As soon as I walked in, I heard my baby’s voice say, “Mom, this place is full of wolves! They only brought you back to take your bone marrow for your sister!”

I froze for a moment as my birth mother walked over with a glass of freshly squeezed juice. My baby’s voice screamed in fear, “Don’t drink it! It’s poisoned! They want you to lose the baby!”

My birth father and brother came toward me. The baby’s voice warned, “Run! They’re taking you for a blood test!”

I trusted my unborn baby more than my family. I ran without thinking, but as I crossed the street, a sharp pain hit my stomach.

I staggered forward and was hit by a speeding truck. Before I died, I heard my baby’s voice laugh, “Haha! I finally killed you!”

I couldn’t understand why the baby I’d wanted so much would hurt me. When I opened my eyes again, my birth mother was standing in front of me, holding a glass of juice.

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As my baby’s voice warned me, I drank the juice. The sweet and sour taste spread through my stomach and the pain from the truck faded away.

Then I heard my baby’s panicked voice. “Mom, spit out the juice! It’s drugged! They want you to lose the baby! They don’t love you! They only brought you back to take your bone marrow for your sister!”

Hearing my baby’s voice again made my heart clench. The baby said the juice was drugged, but when I touched my stomach, I felt nothing unusual.

My heart sank. In my past life, I had fully trusted my baby’s voice. And my birth parents really had been heading to the hospital for test results.

Terrified, I ran and got hit by a truck at an intersection. This time, I needed to know if my baby’s voice was real and why he wanted to kill me.

Maybe I was too quiet and my mom grew nervous. “I asked your husband and he said you love apple juice. Does mine taste bad?” she asked sincerely.

I smiled. “It’s really good, but I drank a lot of water on the way, so I’m full. Mom, where are Dad, my brother and my sister?”

Mom looked worried. “Your dad and brother are on their way home. Your sister… she’s sick and in the hospital.”

My heart tightened; my sister really was sick!

My baby laughed smugly. “See? I told you she was sick! How could you not believe me?” The childish voice sounded like a demon’s whisper.

I shivered and my mom quickly held me up. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?” she asked.

“I’m just a bit tired from walking,” I said. “I’ll be fine after a short rest.” I held my waist and sat on the sofa.

Mom still looked worried. Then I heard footsteps outside; my dad and brother walked in one after the other.

My baby said coldly, “Your father and brother are liars. They only care about your sister, not you.”

My heart sank. But then my brother walked over, smiling warmly and looking worried. “Sophia, why did you come back alone? I thought you’d wait for me to pick you up.”

My father smiled gently. “You don’t look well. Are you sick?”

I was shocked. They weren’t like the baby said. I thought for a moment. “I’m fine. Are you going to the hospital later?”

My mom nodded. “Your sister is very sick and needs a bone marrow transplant. Your dad and brother will get tested later.”

The baby shouted, “Fool! Run! They’re taking you to the hospital to test your bone marrow!” As the baby screamed, pain hit my lower belly and my heart raced. I bent over in pain.

My mom looked worried. “Sophia, what’s wrong? Hurry, drive! We need to take her to the hospital.”

“She’s pregnant. We have to be careful.”

“Sweetheart, don’t go to the hospital!”

“Let’s go home!”

The baby’s heartbeat grew louder. I took a deep breath. “I’m not going to the hospital. My house is nearby. I’ll go home and rest.” After that, the pain in my stomach slowly faded.

Before my parents could speak, my brother got upset. “You live in an old building with no elevator and your husband’s job isn’t good. He’s always working late.”

The baby scoffed, “They hate that you married a poor man and embarrassed them.”

My brother said, “I don’t dislike him, but climbing stairs will be hard for you while pregnant and no one will care for you at home. You can stay with us until the baby is born. We have plenty of rooms and your husband can live here too. We’re family and it’s nicer with more people around.”

A warm feeling filled my heart, but I wanted to check something, so I insisted on going home. My parents looked at each other and let me go.

They were going to the hospital for a blood test anyway, so they could drop me off on the way.

As the car neared my neighborhood, I said, “I want to go with you to the hospital to see my sister.”

My parents and brother agreed easily. My mother added, “It’s a good chance to make an appointment and get a checkup, too.”

The baby shouted, “You lied about going home! Liars must be punished!”

A sudden, sharp pain hit my stomach. Cold sweat appeared on my back. He hurt me because I didn’t listen! Was I carrying a baby or a demon?

The closer we got to the hospital, the more my stomach hurt. Finally, my heart ached too. I gritted my teeth, holding the car window so hard my veins bulged.

But as I forced myself to my sister’s room, the pain suddenly stopped. The baby didn’t move and the silence felt strange. My doubts grew stronger.

In the room, my mother held my hand and said, “Sophia, this is your sister, Abigail.”

My sister, Abigail, looked pale in her loose hospital gown. When my mother put my hand in hers, I felt a sudden fear; not mine, but the baby’s! He was scared of my sister.

I tried to pull my hand away, but my sister held it firmly. She looked at me seriously and said, “Sister, we finally meet.”

Then she looked at my parents and asked, “Mom, Dad, did you bring her here to schedule an abortion?”

My heart tightened and I pulled my hand back. “Who said I want an abortion?” I looked at them cautiously. Could the baby’s voice be real and their earlier kindness just a trick to get me to the hospital?

My mother frowned. “Abigail, what do you mean?”

Abigail’s eyes filled with anger. “Didn’t you make her come back just to donate bone marrow for me?”

She looked at me and said, “Sis, while the baby is still small, you should have an abortion. You’re young. After donating your bone marrow, you can have more children.”

My father’s face turned dark. He shouted, “Stop! Sophia is pregnant, so we can’t do a matching test. Today, it’s just your brother and me. If it doesn’t work, we’ll find another way.”

Abigail’s eyes filled with anger. “Then why did you call her back? You have my brother and me at home; you don’t need kids.” She lowered her head and cried quietly.

I saw a large red patch on the back of her neck, with peeling skin showing bright red flesh and pus soaking through her hospital gown.

My stomach turned and I ran out of the ward, covering my mouth. As we got farther away, the baby’s voice came back. “See? I was right. They just want you to donate bone marrow. How dare you come here?”

I didn’t argue, but I was sure my parents and brother didn’t want me to donate. It was Abigail who wanted me to. I looked at my belly with a dark feeling.

After thinking for a long time, I made an appointment for a prenatal checkup. The baby yelled, “Are you going to abort me? You’re a bad mother! Bad mothers get punished!”

Suddenly, my stomach was filled with intense pain, worse than before. My legs gave out and I almost fell.

I grabbed the doctor’s hand and begged, “Please help me check if my baby is healthy. I love my baby and want him to be born safely.”

“So it wasn’t to abort me. You’re smart.” As the baby’s voice faded, the pain eased. I became more and more scared of this child who had hurt me so freely.

The prenatal checkup finished quickly. I asked the doctor several times and he confirmed that my baby was healthy.

I gripped my clothes tightly. “If I have an abortion now…”

The baby’s voice was quiet and eerie. “Mom, do you really not want me?”

I shivered, too scared to speak and quickly left the doctor’s office. Sitting on a hallway bench, I wondered if I should tell my husband what the baby had said.

This child was terrifying. I didn’t dare keep him. But would my husband believe me? After thinking a lot, I posted online: [I can hear my baby’s voice, but reality doesn’t match. What’s happening?]

The post quickly got replies and I opened them, hopefully. But people were mocking me, saying I’d gone crazy from pregnancy and suggesting I see a psychiatrist.

The more I read, the more upset I felt. At the same time, my stomach hurt again and I almost fell off my chair.

The baby’s voice echoed, “Are you still thinking about an abortion?”

With shaking hands, I messaged my husband, telling him about the baby’s voice and how it had tormented me.

[Honey, I don’t want this child anymore!]

After sending the message, I got up to schedule an abortion. Just then, a reply of three or four hundred words appeared on my post.

After reading it, I finally understood my baby’s voice! Anger filled my eyes and I deleted the message I had just sent my husband.

Looking at my swollen belly, I said coldly, word by word, “Baby, don’t worry. Mommy will definitely give birth to you!”

After I said this, the intense pain slowly eased. I took a deep breath and walked toward Abigail’s ward.