“Go to sleep,” the ghost cooed sweetly. Marcia’s eyes widened.
“What? No! I no thleep!”
“Oh, I know you don’t think you’re tired,” the ghost said. “But it’s very late, and you should be sleeping. I’m actually surprised you woke up from using your diaper.” It poked Marcia’s nose playfully. “You might be getting big enough to be toilet trained, sweetie.”
“But I’m-” Marcia tried. The ghost opened a drawer under the changing table and pulled out a pacifier.
“Your binky always makes you settle down.” It put the pacifier into Marcia’s mouth. Instinctively, Marcia began to suck on it. “Good girl,” the ghost cooed. It brought Marcia back to the crib, where it gently tucked her in. “Sleep well, honey.” The ghost kissed Marcia’s forehead.
Marcia was immediately come over by exhaustion. Her eyes drifted shut. She curled up, suckling on the pacifier, sleeping peacefully in the crib.
The reduced investigator was awoken in the morning by a ray of sunlight falling upon her. She sat up, rubbing her eyes. At first, she was confused by her surroundings, only to be reminded by a dampness in her diaper.
“Good morning,” a voice said. Marcia looked over and saw…