Come back alive and revenge

When I was five years old that Christmas, my mother and I died in a car accident. The people who orchestrated this crash were my father and my mother’s best friend. After collecting both insurance payouts, they got married and lived happily ever after. Occasionally, that woman would feel afraid: “What if they come back as vengeful spirits to get revenge on us?” Whenever this happened, my father would always mock her for being such a coward. But what they didn’t know was that I hadn’t actually died. And coming back alive for revenge, I would be far more terrifying than any ghost.