All It Took Was A Baby

It was Sunday afternoon and Fiera returns from the pharmacy with a pregnancy test. She was alone and eager to obtain her results. After waiting, she saw read the results positive.
“Crap” she said as tried to grasp what just happened.
Fiera decided to take sleeping pills and rest on her couch for three hours. Upon walking up, she headed for her liquor cabinet. With vodka at hand she lays on her couch. She laughs with vodka dripping off her face. She had the television on The Ring. It was funny until the mother threw her daughter in the well.
“What the fuck is this?” she said scared. Fiera began halogenating.
“Oh my god” she said repeatedly. Fiera grabs her bottle of vodka and hurls it at the television. The little girl and her mother were gone.
“It’s over” she says in relief. She gets dizzy and collapses
She wakes up to a cry; she gets up from the couch and grabs her head.
Wow, what a headache.
She hears the cry again, “What is that?” She hears it again,
WAWAWA! Is that a baby? Why is there a baby here?
She gets up from the couch and walks towards the hallway. The chipped wood floors creaks with every step she takes.
WAWAWA!
“Hello, is anyone there?”
WAWAWA!
She gets to the end of the hallway and the crying stops.
“What the hell was that?”
While walking in the hallway trying to figure out where the baby's crying was coming from it suddenly comes to a halt. Fiera is creped out and starts to panic. She never liked this house and now she found out that a ghost in the form of a child is haunting her. She thinks quick of burning the house down so the ghost can hopefully burn down with it. Fiera runs downstairs to the kitchen and tries to look for matches. She hears the baby's crying again, she felt like her ears were going to explode.
She rushed to the kitchen and threw everything in sight. Dishes, glasses, plates, forks, and spoons all clattered on her white tile floor. The baby kept on crying. She couldn’t stand the annoying sound thrilling in her ears.
“Stop crying, you piece of shit,” she yelled.
She opens up her cabinet of alcohol. The sound of the baby cry suddenly was gone as she saw her stash.
“Yes,” she slyly says.
She takes two bottles, hand at hand. Pops open the cork. Being clumsy, she spills the alcohol room to room. She goes back to the living room and finds her lighter. She laughs and smiles while her hair is messy and she’s leaning sideways.
“Time for you to be gone. Time to see the flaming fire spread.”
She laughed uncontrollably. She turns the lighter and the small fire flickered in her hands, throwing it on a pile of alcohol.
“Burn, baby, burn.”