Agatha
Jack held his favorite toy car in his hands as he imagined himself driving from his room through the hallway all the way to the top of the stairs. "Look Agatha, I'm a NASCAR driver" he said gleefully. She smiled at him and said "My little NASCAR driver better put those toys down and get to school". Realizing that he was going to be late, he hurried along to his room, forgetting his toy car at the top of the stairs.

Moments later, he heard a series of loud thuds which ended with a sickening cracking sound.

He rushed out, only to see his father's disfigured and broken body at the bottom of the stairs, his neck twisted and broken bones sticking out of him.

"Daddy!" he screamed as he ran to him, "What happened?" he asked, his voice shaky and terrified. His father barely able to move pointed at the toy car beside him. "Oh God, I must have left it on the stairs when I was playing with Agatha" Jack said with tears rolling down his cheeks.

His father gave him a puzzled look and said "What are you talking about, your big sister died last year".