"Hmm," Rosie mused, staring at the bookcase curiously. She'd known it was there, of course, since she'd toured through this house plenty of times before she finally took the plunge and signed the papers to buy it, but it was tucked away in the basement, and her and the real estate agent had always breezed past it pretty quickly.

Now that it was officially hers, however, she felt like she had to do something with it. She was feeling very accomplished, having finished most of her unpacking, and decorated most everything as well as she could, in the few days she'd actually been here. It wasn't final, by any means, but it was starting to feel like home, and like she could feel proud to show it off during the housewarming party tonight.

Except for these shelves. She'd almost forgotten about them, hidden away down here. She'd always thought they was in a weird place, not really good for showing anything off. As much as she loved shelves built into the walls, it would have been nice if she could have pulled it into the main room in the basement, where people would actually see it, even if they didn't go down the hall to the bathroom right beside the bookcase. Since that was the only thing in the hall, there was no other reason for them to head this way.

If people did want to use this bathroom, though, it would have been even stranger if they were faced with a completely empty set of shelves. She had to put something on them, even if it was only temporary, for the party. With a sigh, she headed back upstairs, grabbing a box of her old books and lugging it down the stairs. They didn't really make sense there, since if she ever wanted to read them, she'd have to go all the way to the basement to get them, but, for the sake of the party, it was better than nothing.

She started from the bottom, working her way up. The very top shelf required her to get up on her tip-toes, so she only planned to put a few books up there, since it would be a pain to get them back down, and she wished she'd saved some of the smaller tomes for that. She could have switched them, but, at this point, she was ready to be done with this, so she stretched upwards, shoving a giant, old dictionary up there, then pushing it back as far as it would go.

She barely heard the click, and didn't think much about it as she bent down to pick up the now empty box, rolling her head back and forth to stretch her neck. Her friends had tried to tell her it would be better to hold off on the party for another week or so, but she'd been so determined to have it that weekend that she'd really had to hustle to get everything done in time.

This was it, though! Now, she was all done, and she could rest until her friends showed up, bearing food and gifts, to celebrate all the work she'd been doing these past couple days. She straightened up, ready to drag the box upstairs, and toss it into the garage with the other empties, when she saw it.

The shelf had moved. Or was that her imagination? She was sure it had been straight on before, but now, it definitely looked a little tilted, like one side was pushed in further. She almost told herself she could worry about it tomorrow, but something made her reach out and touch the shelf on the side that seemed to have shifted, giving it a tiny push.

To her surprise, it moved, swinging in easily. It wasn't just a bookshelf, she realized. It was a door! She had a secret room! She grinned, thinking about how cool that was, already planning out how she was going to reveal it to her party-goers, positive none of them had a hidden room in their houses.

As it swung open, however, she got a look at what was inside, and her mood changed. Even just from the light flowing in from the hallway, without flipping the switch, she recognized the shape of the furniture inside, especially the bars on the largest piece.

Just the fact that there was furniture there confirmed that this room really had been a secret, even from her real estate agent. There hadn't been any other furniture left before she moved in, so it would be strange for this to be the only one left intact, and for nobody to have mentioned it to her before. There had always been something slightly off about the basement, but Rosie had never been able to place what it could be. Apparently, without realizing it, she'd picked up on the fact that it was smaller than it should have been, which solved a mystery she hadn't known she was investigating.

But the furniture itself still stopped her from being too excited about it. This wasn't just any room, it was a nursery. She had no idea how old it was, or how long it had been like that, but seeing the crib and high chair sitting there, in the dark, abandoned, made her feel a little sad, wondering about what could have happened.

She didn't step inside after all, just pulled the shelf closed, and got back up on her tip-toes to slide the dictionary over, keeping it shut. She might show her closest friends the room once the main party had died down, but, until she found out more, it didn't feel right to let everyone go stomping through it.

She pulled the empty box back upstairs, then went to her bedroom, flopping down onto her bed. She knew she was sweaty enough from all the work she'd been doing that she should take a shower first, but she couldn't help herself, and, before she could motivate herself to get up and grab some clean underwear from her drawer, she was fast asleep.

Her whole world had been packing and unpacking boxes for what felt like an eternity by now, so she was used to dreaming about them as well. Usually, she was panicking that she'd somehow forgotten about the day she'd reserved the moving truck for, and was panicking, trying to get everything from her apartment boxed up in time to get it onto the truck and driven to her new house.

This time, however, it was a little different. She was in her new home, for one, instead of the apartment, and she was wading through a sea of boxes. She'd forgotten to unpack them, and everyone was coming over for the housewarming party at any moment! She wasn't even sure how anyone else was going to fit in the house, as she could barely push through them all. They were covering almost every inch of the floor, leaving only a narrow path.

She wanted to start working, of course, and get as much done as she could, but there wasn't even anywhere to put anything! So, instead, she kept pressing forward, following the snaking path through the house, down the stairs, which were also piled high with boxes, and down to the basement. Down at the end of the hallway, she saw the bookcase swing open, a heavy feeling filling her tummy as she stared at it. She turned around, only to find the path gone, the boxes closed in, giving her nowhere to go except straight on, into the secret room.

She woke up before she could decide if she was going to do it or not. It wasn't even that scary of a dream, really, but she couldn't shake it as she took the shower she should have had before lying down, then, wrapped in her towel, stared at her closet, trying to decide what she wanted to wear for the party.

Obviously, since she had all her clothes hung up, her dream wasn't true, but it still stuck with her as she struggled to make a decision. Finally, to shut her mind up, she decided to take a little walk, following her path from the dream through the house, down the stairs, and into the basement. She even wound up freezing at the same place where, in the dream, she'd stopped, and for almost the same reason. In the dream, it had been because she was seeing the door open. Now, it was because the door was already wide open, as if it was waiting for her.

She'd definitely closed it, hadn't she? She was certain she remembered that. She didn't know exactly how it worked, though, so maybe it just hadn't latched correctly, or she'd been mistaken about the dictionary being the thing that triggered it. Either way, it was obviously open now. She was glad she'd decided to check on it, or people definitely would have seen it open during the party.

At the very least, she was going to have to shut it again, and try to figure out how to keep it closed. There had to be a way, since it had been shut so tight she'd had no clue it was there until an hour before, so she made herself start walking again, heading towards it. The door was all the way open now, more than it had been when she discovered it, so she had to lean forward to grab the shelf and try to pull it shut. As her head poked into the room, she was sure she could smell the scent of baby powder, which only made her more curious about how long this had been here.

Curious enough, in fact, that she couldn't help herself. She let go of the shelf, fumbling on the wall to try to find a light switch. Would the bulb even still work, after however long it had been? It almost looked like she wasn't going to find out, because she couldn't find the switch, until she took a step inside.

Instantly, the lights blazed to life, so bright she had to shield her eyes for a moment. She turned to look at the wall, and saw the switch right by the door, where she was certain she'd tried first, and felt nothing. It was definitely closer to the entrance than where she'd been trying at the end, but she must have bumped it with her elbow or something. Either way, they were on now, giving her a perfect view of her secret room.

She'd been right that it was a nursery. The carpet was pink and fuzzy beneath her bare feet, the walls a calming, pastel yellow, with framed pictures of characters from nursery rhymes dancing hung up all along it. There was also the crib she'd seen in silhouette, and the high chair, along with a changing table, a rocking horse, a playpen, anything a baby could need.

Except, it wasn't quite right. Rosie couldn't quite put her finger on what it was, other than just the strangeness of a nursery being in the basement, or that everything was still there, as if the occupant had never left. The toy box was overflowing with blocks and stacking toys, the bookshelves had plenty of picture books, and even the changing table was fully stocked.

She went to the latter first, brow furrowed as she approached, the answer slowly coming to her the closer she got. She hadn't spent a ton of time around babies, so she couldn't be sure, but it was definitely bigger than a normal changing table, wasn't it? Looking around at the other pieces of furniture made her more certain of herself, more confident that they weren't sized for a baby.

And, to drive the point home, there was the stack of diapers, sitting on the shelf of the changing table. It was hard to tell, staring at them all lined up like they were, but they did look wider than a normal Pamper, not to mention thicker. She reached out for one, then pulled her hand away, blushing. After a long moment, she tried again, her curiosity outweighing the nervous flutter in her tummy, her fingers closing around the garment with a definite crinkle as she slid it off the stack.

She'd been right. The thing was huge, at least compared to any other baby diaper she'd seen, and bright pink. She barely had time to look at it any closer than that, however, before she heard a loud thump, making her jump and turn to see that the bookcase had swung shut again. More worrying than that, however, there was a woman standing there, one she'd never seen before.

Rosie would have called her tall, although that wasn't saying a lot for her, since most people seemed that way in comparison. Her cheeks were a little chubby, which might have made her look cute, if not for the sadistic grin spreading across her face. "Is that the one you want?" she asked. "All right, then, cutie, up on the table! Mommy will get you all padded up!"

"Wh-Who are you?!" Rosie dropped the diaper, her hands moving to her towel, pulling it tighter around herself, wishing she'd brought anything else with her. She felt so helpless, so vulnerable, facing down this stranger while she wasn't even dressed! "Wh-What are you doing in my house?!"

She tried to back away from the woman, but she was right against the changing table, causing her to bump into that instead. In a flash, the woman was across the room, grabbing Rosie's arms, pinning her in place, keeping her from getting away. "Oh, sweetie," she shook her head. "This isn't your house. Babies don't own houses, do they?"

"I am not a baby!" Rosie insisted, gasping as the woman pushed and lifted, shoving her up onto the changing table, the surface crackling softly under her. "I-It is my house!" she gulped. "I-I just bought it, a-and you shouldn't be here!"

"No," the woman shook her head. "You're the one who shouldn't be here, but I'm glad you are."

"H-Hey!" Rosie squealed as the woman grabbed for the towel. Rosie tried to push the woman's hands away, but, to her surprise, her own hands went right through the woman, as if she wasn't even there, leaving her with only a slight chilly feeling. "W-Wait," her eyes widened.

"Oh, I can't wait," the woman smirked, whipping the towel off Rosie and tossing it aside. "I knew it! No protection at all! I wouldn't want you to have an accident all over the carpet!"

Rosie wasn't sure which was more shocking, that she was clearly in the presence of a ghost, or that the ghost clearly wanted to put her into a diaper. The latter felt more pressing, however, as she whined, "I'm not gonna have an accident! I'm not a baby!"

She definitely felt like one, though, as the ghost pushed her onto her back, its hand now more than solid as it pinned her to the soft surface. "L-Let me go!" she protested, squirming helplessly, hating that the ghost only needed one hand to keep her there as it bent down, picking the diaper back up with the other.

"Don't be so fussy," the ghost chuckled. "Doesn't this look nice?" She held the diaper in front of Rosie's face, that baby powder scent she'd smelled earlier filling her nostrils. "Doesn't it sound nice?" The ghost gave the diaper a squeeze, and it emitted a crinkle, far louder than the ones Rosie was hearing from the changing table beneath her as she wriggled uselessly. "You're going to look so precious in this!"

"No, I'm not!" Rosie fumed, swinging her arms wildly, watching them pass harmlessly through the ghost's as it kept her easily held in place. "I'm not wearing that!"

But the ghost unfolded it, setting it down on the table before grabbing Rosie by the ankles and lifting her up. For a split second, it let go of her, just long enough to slide the diaper beneath her bottom, then it returned to holding her down before she could slide away. It lowered her slowly down onto the waiting diaper, her nose wrinkling more and more as she felt her backside sink into the waiting padding.

"Pl-Please, no!" she tried, realizing that her demands weren't helping.

"Oh, now you have manners?" the ghost raised an eyebrow. "Well, too late, little lady! I already saw your real self, and, lucky for you, I know exactly how to deal with fussy little babies like you!"

Rosie shivered as the ghost squirted a healthy dose of cool baby oil onto her crotch, then again when it started to massage it in, its touch even colder. "I-I don't need all this!" she insisted, as she saw a bottle of baby powder being lifted up from the shelf as well. "I-I don't need diapers! I'm not a baby!"

"So, so fussy," the ghost shook its head. "But that's all right. This ought to help with that."

With the powder massaged in, the ghost reached for one more thing under the table. Rosie was confused by it at first, recognizing it from her time cooking as a carved down ginger root. She had no idea what the ghost was going to do with it, until it reached down, and, to her shock, slid it up the girl's squirming bottom. "H-Hey!" she squealed, cheeks darkening at the invasion, feeling it push into place. "Wh-What do you think you're doing?!"

The ghost quickly tugged the front of the diaper up, pulling it snug, holding the ginger even more firmly in place as Rosie wriggled. It stopped pinning her down to open up the tapes and push them into place, sealing her into the padded prison, but Rosie was too preoccupied to see if she could take advantage of it in any way.

"Wh-What did you do?!" she whined, wiggling her bottom. It was definitely strange, feeling anything inside it like that, but there was more to it than that. She groaned, nibbling on her bottom lip as the ghost took out a second diaper, as another sensation began to take hold, the opposite of what it had felt like to have the ghost touch her. "That burns!"

"Oh, I know it does," the ghost rubbed her exposed tummy, in a way that was probably supposed to be comforting. "Don't worry, it isn't going to hurt you. It's just going to be very, very uncomfortable."

She was right about that, the warm, tingling feeling starting to spread, seemingly amplified by the bulky diaper around her waist, adding its own heat to the situation. And, as if to make it all the worse, the ghost opened up the second diaper and slid it under Rosie's bottom, fastening it around the first.

"N-No!" Rosie complained, once the ghost finally let her sit up. She pawed at the back of her diaper, but, through the double layer of padding, she could barely feel her hand, and there was certainly no way she was going to be able to pry the ginger loose. "G-Get it out!"

"I will," the ghost promised, lifting Rosie down from the table and taking her by the hand, her grip chilling Rosie's hand, which felt nice next to her burning bottom, though it wasn't anywhere near enough to make her forget about it. "But first, I'd say you've earned a little time out."

Rosie marveled at how much the double diapers changed her gait, how much she had to waddle as she was led across the nursery. After what the ghost had said, she expected to be taken to the corner, but, instead, it was the rocking horse she was led to. The diapers had done a good job of holding the ginger in place, but not as good as Rosie had thought, apparently. The ghost picked her up and set her down onto the molded plastic saddle, Rosie squealing as the seat pushed the ginger further into her.

"A good figging always does the trick," the ghost smirked, one foot tapping the horse, making it start to rock. Rosie groaned as she felt the ginger root react, slipping out slightly as the saddle moved one way, then back up as it rocked back, never giving her a chance to just sit still and try to get used to it, although she doubted that would be possible, either. "Nobody's a big girl after that, are they?"

"Y-Yes, I am!" Rosie sniffled defiantly. She was! She'd just bought her first house! She didn't belong here, down in a nursery, in diapers! She didn't deserve any of this!

"That's because it isn't done yet," the ghost told her, rocking the horse harder, faster. "Don't worry, sweetie, you'll be singing a different tune once it is."

Rosie didn't want that to be true, didn't want to give the ghost the satisfaction, but there wasn't much she could do. The heat and discomfort only increased, amplified outside her bottom thanks to the pair of big, thick diapers, and inside it thanks to the ginger being pushed and rubbed all around by the motion of the rocking horse. Any time she tried to stop, or hop off the horse, the ghost was there, its cold hands almost a comfort, if they hadn't been firmly holding her in place, giving her no escape.

Rosie was an adult, had never felt more like one when she'd signed the final papers to buy this house, but right now, totally at the mercy of the sadistic ghost, she'd never felt more like the baby it was calling her. "F-Fine!" she whined. "I-I'm not a big girl, okay? Is that what you want?!"

"Of course you aren't," the ghost smiled. "Look at you! Rocking away on your horsie, in your diapies. How could anybody think you were?"

Rosie kicked her feet in frustration as the horse kept rocking. "Make this thing stop! What more do you want from me?!"

"I want you to ask nicely," the ghost told her. "And call me Mommy when you do."

Rosie scowled, but, by then, she was ready to say just about anything. "W-Will you please let me down, M-Mommy?" she begged, feeling incredibly silly. It was hard to tell for sure, thanks to its youthful appearance, but she'd guess the ghost was no older than her, if not a bit younger.

"Why, baby?" the ghost asked. "Why don't you get down yourself?"

"Because you won't let me!" Rosie growled, kicking her feet again.

"No, it's because you're..." the ghost waved its hand in a circle, encouraging Rosie to complete it herself.

"Pl-Please let me off this thing, Mommy," Rosie grumbled. "Because I'm a baby."

"Yes, you are!" the ghost cooed, sweeping Rosie off the horse. "Just a tiny little baby who can't even get off her rocking horse by herself!"

Thankfully, the ghost didn't make her beg to have the ginger removed, but, it turned out, it didn't matter. "It still burns!" Rosie whined, clamping her hands to her backside, barely feeling them through the double layer of padding. "I'm not gonna be able to sit still during my party!"

"Oh, a party?" the ghost smiled. "I like parties! And don't worry, dear, I know just the thing to get rid of that. All we have to do is rinse you out."

"How are we supposed to do that?!" Rosie stomped her foot. "It's inside... Oh, no."

Her stomach clenched as she saw the answer, the ghost producing a huge enema bag. "No!" Rosie shook her head. "No way! I-It's not that bad!" But the ghost was already walking over to the little sink in the corner, there for washing out bottles or cleaning up little messes. Or, apparently, doing just this. Rosie watched in horror as the red bag bulged out more and more, filling and seeming to grow.

She would have liked to grab her towel from the floor, but she was more concerned with getting out of here while she still had the chance. She turned, stumbling towards the back of the bookcase, her movements slow and clumsy thanks to the double diapers she had on. She fumbled with it, trying to figure out how to make it open, so she could get away from the ghost, but it just looked like a blank wall, no different from any of the rest.

"Here we go!" the ghost chirped. "This will make you forget all about that burning!"

Rosie hadn't heard the ghost moving at all, which, she supposed, made sense, but it was behind her all of the sudden, and, before she could even try to get away, she felt a cold hand in the back of her diaper, and another invader. This one wasn't quite as big as the ginger, at least, but it made up for it with the sudden gush of water it sent shooting into her. She gasped, the unfamiliar sensation making her uncomfortable in a whole new way as the ghost took her by the hand, using the other to hold the bag high and keep the flow moving quickly, and led her back across the room, over to the high chair.

There was a hook over the chair, which seemed designed just for the bag the ghost hung on it before picking Rosie up and putting her in the chair, snapping the tray into place. Rosie groaned, squirming desperately as she felt the water gushing inside of her, feeling incredibly full already, not sure how the rest of the bag's contents were going to fit.

"If you have a party, we'd better get you ready!" the ghost told her, leaving her trapped in the high chair as it went over to the dresser and began rummaging through it.

"I-I'm sorry!" Rosie told the ghost, as it returned to her, bib in hand. "Th-This is fine! I-I feel much better!"

"I'm so glad," the ghost told her, tying the bib around her neck. It was nowhere near big enough to even reach Rosie's breasts, much less cover them. "But you still need to take it all." It reached up and gave the bag a squeeze, Rosie squealing as the flow intensified even more for a moment. As the ghost walked away, Rosie stared down at herself, one tentative hand moving towards her tummy, trying to decide if it was her imagination, or if it was starting to bloat, making her look like she'd been fed a huge meal here on the high chair, when it was just the opposite.

The ghost tied a huge, pink bonnet around Rosie head, pulled matching booties onto her feet, and pushed a huge pacifier into her mouth, all the while the girl growing more full and uncomfortable, the bag slowly deflating. Finally, the ghost was satisfied, pulling the hose out of Rosie's bottom and removing the high chair's tray, picking the girl up and setting her down on the floor.

Rosie swayed on her feet, feeling the water sloshing around inside of her, looking down to see her tummy definitely bulging, making her look like she'd regained all her baby fat at once. She had forgotten all about the figging, at least for now, but she wasn't sure this was an improvement.

"Perfect!" the ghost declared. "Now, we have to make sure you have a friend!" She went to the crib, taking out a huge, stuffed unicorn, wrapping one of Rosie's stunned hands around the horn. Rosie was too overwhelmed to resist, and too busy dealing with the cramps that had just started, bigger and more intense than any she could remember having before, as the enema prepared to make its return.

The ghost kept its hand wrapped around Rosie's, which was around the unicorn's horn, leading her back over to the door. Rosie was so out of it, she didn't think to watch how the ghost opened the door until it was already swinging in, her head looking up too late to see that, but just in time to see some of her guests glance over at the motion.

Her guests. The party had already started! No! She whimpered into the pacifier, shaking her head. This couldn't be happening! She'd given one of her friends a spare key, in case she had to run out to grab last minute supplies and wasn't there when they got there, and, apparently, they'd decided to kick off the party without her!

"N-No," she told the ghost, barely even able to understand herself around the paci. "T-Take me back!"

The ghost didn't listen, leading her down the hall, Rosie's friends looking shocked, then snickering, as they got a good look at her. They had to know it was the ghost doing this, didn't they?! Even if they didn't know she was a ghost, clearly she was forcing Rosie to keep toddling on, clinging to her unicorn.

The ghost made her go up the steps, each one a struggle, and a new chance for her to feel like she was nearly about to lose control and fill her diapers. She made it all the way up, somehow, and then was taken right into the middle of the living room, where most of her friends had congregated.

Rosie pointed her free hand up at the ghost, whining about how this wasn't her fault, as the ghost pushed her arm, and the unicorn attached to it, under Rosie, then pushed the girl down on top of it. Rosie didn't know what the ghost was trying to do, until it moved behind her, hands on her hips, making her thrust them forward, into the huge stuffed animal.

"Oh, my God, Rosie!" she heard one of her friends exclaim, while the others looked either amused, disgusted, or unsure what to do. "Are you sleepwalking or something?"

"Why would she have been wearing diapers in her sleep?" another one asked. "Is she a bedwetter or something?"

Rosie shook her head, mortified, although that implication was hardly any better than what was already happening. She reached up to pull her pacifier out, to make them understand the woman with her was a ghost, and that Rosie didn't want her to be doing this, but the ghost beat her to it, holding the paci in place with one cold hand while the other kept pushing Rosie's diapered bottom back and forth, forcing her to hump the stuffed animal.

That was when Rosie looked across the room, and saw the big, old mirror that had come with this place, that she'd left there because she thought it looked kind of fancy and old fashioned. In the humiliating reflection, all she could see was herself, grinding away, her face turning red as, despite it all, she could feel herself heating up in a whole different way, unable to help herself. Behind her, where she could feel the ghost's hand, and, if she turned her head, see it, there was nothing in the mirror.

Was that what everyone else was seeing, too?! Did they think she was doing this on her own?! She whimpered, shaking her head, trying to squeeze a few words out, to find a way to make them understand. She was so worried about that, in fact, that she almost forgot about what else was happening, and, when the next cramp hit her, she wasn't prepared at all.

"N-No!" she wailed, eyes bulging as she lost the battle, the enema rushing back out into her diaper, filling it in an instant with a huge, warm, mushy mess, leaving her feeling as helpless as the baby she'd proclaimed herself to be. The ghost didn't stop then, however, just made her hump faster and harder, as her friends watched in horror and disbelief, Rosie's nose wrinkling as the mess squished and squelched, and her tummy occasionally added to it, too tired to fight the aftershocks, until, ultimately, she did something even more humiliating in her very messy diapers.

The ghost kept the pacifier lodged firmly in Rosie's mouth as her friends filed out, though, to be fair, it didn't take long. Finally, when they were gone, it led the mortified Rosie back down into the basement, and to the nursery, wondering how she was going to explain this to them when she got out of here, and to her phone, and praying none of them had gotten any pictures or videos, though she wasn't sure who they'd send it to, since pretty much everyone was already there.

"There you are," an unfamiliar voice boomed out, making Rosie jump. She looked up, seeing another stranger standing there in the nursery, arms folded, waiting for them. "Where were you, young lady?"

Rosie didn't know what to say, but, it turned out, it didn't matter. The ghost spoke up, sounding far quieter and less confident than it had before. "I-I found a new baby sister, Mommy," it said. "Isn't she cute?"

Mommy?! Rosie looked to the new woman again. She was quite tall, even more than the ghost, and gorgeous. She strutted over, Rosie feeling more inadequate than ever in her stinky, sticky diapers. The woman reached out her hand, lifting the girl's chin with one hand, and, even from that one finger, Rosie could feel a familiar chill.

"She is," the new ghost agreed. "Good work, sweetie. And she's already filled her diapers, too! She must be even more of a baby than you. Let's get her into the crib, so I can spank you for being out of your diapers."

"Aww," the smaller ghost pouted. "All right."

The Mommy ghost gestured towards the bookcase, and it slammed shut, sealing Rosie inside her new nursery. Rosie wrinkled her nose as the Mommy lifted her into the crib, giving her drooping diaper a pat before raising the side with an ominous click, and heading over to the dresser, pulling open a drawer full of paddled and hairbrushes and crops of all shapes and sizes.

"If you thought I was bad," the baby ghost told Rosie, "Just you wait. I learned it all from my Mommy. And, after I tell her how naughty you were with the unicorn upstairs, you're going to be the next one to get spanked."

Rosie's eyes widened as Mommy picked up a huge, pink paddle, heart-shaped holes drilled into it, that whistled as she gave it a test swing, her diaper growing warmer as she involuntarily wet herself. "This should do nicely," she nodded.

"Welcome to the family," the other ghost giggled. "I'm so glad you moved in! I was tired of being the biggest baby, and now I know I won't ever be that again! Not while you're around!" She gave Rosie's diaper a poke, then practically skipped over to her Mommy. "I'll take my spanking, Mommy," she said, "because I'm a good girl. But just wait until I tell you what our new baby did!"