31 Day Writing Challenge: Day 31 - 'Ghosts'

The ghosts surrounded her, my child. Most parents would be terrified, seeing hoards of spirits encroaching on their three month old.  But Marie had grown up knowing ghosts, knowing the remnants of people passed. She had enough experience to know spirits angry in aggression and spirits angry in defense. 

These remnants were defending, protecting. They needed my girl, they needed her alive. They would protect her, so that, in twenty three years (after my death), she could protect them. Sophia looked up at a centuries old soul with kind eyes but a mean scar, and smiled. She could already see them, she truly was gifted, most came into their gifts during puberty or after a life changing event. But this sweet little girl, her sweet little girl, was destined for great, but dangerous, things. Marie was beyond proud but, simultaneously gripped with dread.

Right now though, something scared Marie more than the prospect of her baby girl's future, was one thought:

What are they protecting her from?