Just as Marcia finished, a shimmering form passed through the closed door. For a moment Marcia was worried that the banshee had somehow returned, but upon closer reflection she saw it was a simple ghost. Such mundane spirits were incapable of harming living beings.
The ghost appeared to be a young woman, dressed in antiquated clothing. She approached the crib and smiled down at Marcie, "It looks like my little Christine has used her diaper. Come to mommy I'll make it all better."
As the ghost lifted her from the crib, Marcia objected, "I'm, not Chrithtine. My name ith Marthia. Chrithtine ithn't a baby anymore."
"Huh isn't that strange? You've never spoken so well before," the ghost commented as it laid Marcia down on the changing table. As she began changing the diaper, the spirit continued, "Why what a good girl you're being."
"Uh huh, me good girl mama," Marcia replies giggling. That's not right, she realized. The ghost must be affecting her behavior. She needed to get away quick.
Marcia was reaching for her bag when the spirit finished pining on a fresh diaper and lifted her away, "Now darling. I think you need to..."