《Ghost Lover》 Vision Have you ever imagined what it''s like to see something that shouldn''t be seen? Maybe not, but that''s happen in my whole life. It all started when I was seven, strolling with my family in a big mall in my hometown. Everything was going fine. We eat famous pizza at the restaurant, watch the latest movie at the cinema, and then my mom dragged me shopping for clothes. That''s when I began to sense that things weren''t quite right with me. Back then, while my mom was busy picking out her favorite-colored pants in our usual store, my dad, glued to his smartphone, let me roam around. That''s our routine whenever we shop for clothes. As I was checking out the hustle and bustle, I spotted an old granny. She was a bit hunched, wearing clothes like most grannies around here ¡ªnot too fancy, kinda old-school but still nice to look at. When I looked at her face, she smiled at me. Her teeth were surprisingly white and complete ¡ªnot like most grannies I knew. She waved at me, and I waved back. We locked eyes and waved for a short while until blood started flowing from between her whites teeth. I thought maybe she''d been sipping on that popular strawberry-flavored drink that leaves a bright red stain on your mouth and teeth. Or maybe her teeth were just injured. But when blood started flowing from both her eyeballs, that''s when I let out a scream, a loud one that grabbed everyone''s attention. My mom rushed over, squatting right in front of me, blocking my view of the horrifying granny. "What''s wrong, honey?" she asked, shaking my shoulders. After that, I didn''t quite catch what happened next. ### My eyes slowly regain sight, and I find myself in my own room, gazing at the faded faces of the two people who are my everything ¡ªmy mom and my dad. Their expressions are a mix of concern, confusion, and curiosity. Yet, they don''t bombard me with questions the moment they see me awake. Instead, my mom hands me a glass of water with her gentle touch, and I sip it, gathering energy to see more clearly. Once my vision is back in full force, my mom asks me what happened. I explain what I saw while hugging her, as she sits right beside me. Even though I can see clearly now, I''m still scared to look at anything, so I bury my face in my mom''s warm embrace. "Robert..." a soft voice calls my name, causing me to pause in my storytelling for a moment. "Robert..." the voice comes again, clearer this time. I don''t recognize this voice, especially since I vividly remember that it was just my mom and my dad in my room, and I''m sure their voices weren''t like that. "Robert..." the voice gets louder, and I turn to find the source of the voice. There, I see the old granny from the mall, sitting with a bloodied face in the corner of my room. I scream again, pointing towards the granny and telling my mom, "That''s the granny..., that''s the granny..." "There''s nothing, honey," my mom reassures while gently patting my back. "You don''t need to be afraid. Mom and Dad are here." "B... bu... but, she keeps calling me." "Robert, look, there''s nothing here." My dad interjects, having quietly positioned himself where the granny was sitting before. And he''s right, there''s nothing there. But I''m still in tears, still terrified. ### That incident marked the beginning of my never-ending nightmare. About a few weeks later, something similar happened. It was right after my mom came back from the market. When she entered the house, there was someone else who followed her inside. This person was tall, really tall, and skinny. This person was wearing long pants with a hoodie that covered his or her face. "Mom, is that your friend?" I asked as she was putting away the groceries. "Which friend?" "The one who came in with you." "I came home alone, honey. Don''t be silly." I glanced at that person again, and this time, the hood slipped off, revealing the place where there should have been a face. I ran to hug my mom. She did the same as before, patting my back and reassuring me that there was no one there. The frequency of these apparitions was unpredictable. In two months, I''d seen dozens of such apparitions. Eventually, my mom called in a paranormal expert. From there, my family and I learned that I could see beings from another dimension. While I can say with absolute certainty, my dad dismissed it as just a little kid''s imagination. Maybe he was right if I only saw these things when I was little. But as it turns out, the apparitions continued. In high school, I started getting used to these apparitions. I also learned that these beings could be good or bad, just like humans. Slowly, I began to open up to them, even talking to them. Some were friendly, and some were dangerous. I even made a friend among them, Desmon ¡ªwell, from the word "Demon". Desmon was lively. He never told me the reason why he died. But, he told me that he hated school and my schoolmates. He could get pretty aggressive if he met them or was near the school. But apart from that, he was incredibly helped me in understanding my school lessons, even not all of it was correct. At school, I earned the new nickname "Freakenstein" because they thought I was weird talking to myself. Even though I''d explained a thousand times that I was talking to beings from another dimension. This made it hard for me to make friends at school, let alone get a girlfriend. ### But for me, it didn''t matter. Desmon was enough to keep me entertained, and most importantly, he was loyal to me. Although, our relationship wasn''t that great in the beginning. The first time I met Desmon was when I went to school late at night with two of my friends. My friend Ken told me he heard whispers in our classroom when he was alone and calling my name. That''s why the three of us decided to go to school at night to find out where the sound was coming from. As we reached our classroom, just before entering the classroom, crying could be heard from the direction of the soccer field. The field my friends usually used for playing soccer and chatting during breaks was right in the middle of our school. It seemed like my two friends didn''t hear it, as Ken urged me to enter the classroom. I refused and explained to them that I heard crying sound from the soccer field. But Ken ignored my explanation and insisted I go inside. That''s when I started suspecting that this might just be a prank to mess with me. Why do teenagers love to prank their friends so much, especially if their friend is considered weird? Well, even though I was already used to their mischievous ways, it still bothered me. This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. I ignored them and walked towards the field on my own. But, before I could take three steps, Ken intercepted me. He once again asked me to enter the classroom, claiming there was a ghost asking for my help inside. "Nonsense," I thought to myself. How could he lie about a ghost to someone who can clearly see them? Suddenly, a hand grabbed both of mine and pulled me towards the classroom. When I turned around, I realized it was my other friend, Nevo. Nevo had a bulkier physique compared to other teens in his age, so I knew I stood no chance against him. "Hey, Freakenstein, we told you there''s a ghost inside. Why are you running away?" Nevo said. "Are you just pretending? Get in now or..." he didn''t finish his sentence, but it was clear he was threatening me, as he clenched his fist, which was about the size of my face. I had no choice but to enter the classroom. First step, I was still safe. Second and third steps, nothing happened. Every step after that, everything was fine, I thought. No incidents, no traps. Maybe I just misunderstood them. "KEN!!!" Nevo''s shout echoed outside the school, "Don''t tell me you forgot to set the trap." Before Ken could respond, a bowl of raw eggs was seen above their heads, turned upside down, so they were both covered in the pungent smell of raw eggs. Even though Nevo was bulky and Ken was chubby, it didn''t make them brave enough to stand in front of the classroom for another minute. Their terrified screams could still be heard, although I was sure they had already descended to the first floor and were heading for the school gate. Funny, I just smiled in satisfaction, as if I were the one who did it to them. But I realized the main perpetrator hadn''t revealed himself or maybe herself to me yet. Maybe he or she knew I could see he or she, or maybe he or she were afraid of me. I began to walk towards the classroom door, but my steps came to a halt when the desk moved on its own, blocking my way out. I tried to find another way out, but another desk moved on its own, blocking my path. The same happened with the rest of the desks, until I couldn''t move any further. "Hey, you know I can see you, right? You were the one crying on the field, weren''t you?" I asked to confirm if he or she was still in the classroom or if he or she had left. He or she acknowledged his or her presence in the classroom, but his or her response wasn''t what I expected. Instead of using words, he or she responded by throwing a chair towards me. Luckily, I managed to dodge it. "How did you see that?" a male voice asked. Was he a child, a teenager, or an adult? My intuition told me he was still a teenager from the sound of his voice. Hopefully, I thought. Because spirits can be very aggressive if we''re not polite to them. And if this spirit turns out to be an adult, it would be very impolite not to address him as ''sir,'' which would put me in danger. "Well, of course I can see that if you throw a chair at me. Can you just show yourself and tell me why were you crying?" I asked. "You can hear me?" his voice sounded not far from where I stood, but I wasn''t sure if he was in front of me, behind me, or beside me. I kept turning to ensure the direction of his voice. "Of course, I told you, I can see you too," my response. "Damn you." This time, I could be sure he was above me. Then, all the desks and chairs seemed to move, and suddenly, one by one, they attacked me. Fortunately, I managed to avoid them all and make my way out of the classroom. "Robert... my name is Robert. What''s yours?" I asked while trying to calm myself. "What do you want, Robert?" His voice sounded closer, as if he was heading towards me. "You want to see your friends die?" "No... what are you thinking? I just want to help you, why were you crying?" "Then why were you smiling when I disturbed your friend?" Perhaps he thought I was pleased to see Ken and Nevo pranked by him. I had to admit, I was very satisfied to see Ken and Nevo pranked, but wanting them dead, that never crossed my mind. "Using the trap they set up to prank me? How could I not smile? By the way, thanks for your help. So, let me help you now," I said, still trying to persuade him to open up. He fell into the type of ghosts that were difficult to approach or closed off, usually because they were hiding something or had experienced trauma. "You were trapped? By them? Are you okay?" His voice changed slightly, he wasn''t as aggressive as before. "Yes, thanks to you. You can see, right? Or are you blind?" "Yes, I can see. Do you want me to be blind? Do you want to blind your friend?" His voice raised again, it seemed I asked the wrong question. "Hm... no, it seems like you have a problem with your friend. Is that your past? Is that why you died?" "DO YOU WANT ME DEAD???" His voice sounded like a scream. Maybe I was too hasty, but it was already midnight and I had to go home. "No, no... of course not... actually, do you know what you are?" I answered to calm his emotions. "Yes, a ghost. Aren''t you afraid?" "I''ve seen scarier things since I was a kid." "Really? What do I look like to you then?" "You haven''t shown yourself to me, how am I supposed to see you?" It seemed I succeeded in persuading him. I looked forward to seeing his appearance, whether it was frightening or not. But, like the habits of ghosts, they always surprised me, but he was different. Instead of showing a terrifying form, he showed a comical face. I tried to hold back my laughter and could only smile. I was afraid of making him angry again. "Well, how about this, funny enough?" He asked, still with his comical face. He seemed to be smiling, a sign that he wanted me to laugh, so I could laugh freely. Then he introduced himself, but we didn''t have time to chat any longer because I had to go home as it was already midnight. However, he followed me home. I realized he had trauma at school, which was why his behavior at my house was not as aggressive as when he was at school. He didn''t bother anyone as long as he was in my house, which was different from our first meeting. Since then, I became more familiar with him, and we became good friends, despite being from different worlds. ### Day by day, Desmon stayed faithful in teaching me some really difficult subjects. Maybe he was a smart and diligent student back in the day. Wait, scratch that, he was just diligent. Turns out, half of the stuff he taught me was wrong. "How was your school life, did you enjoy studying?" I asked, looking away. Desmon really hated it when I brought up his school life. I guess the trauma still lingered. "Just shut up... I don''t want to talk about it, you know that. But yeah, I did enjoy studying..." Desmon went on and on about why his love for books and learning. About he wanted to become a scientist who could create superheroes, just like the ones in his favorite movies when he was alive. I have no clue which movies he meant though. If Desmon were still alive, he''d probably be as old as my grandpa by now. Our eras were definitely worlds apart. Desmon often talked about weird stuff that I couldn''t relate to ¡ªnot even the internet knew his stories, Similarly, he often struggled to relate with what I was talking about. But one thing was for sure, he''d have adapted well to this era. He even knew some of the slang, so at least I could feel like I had a friend my age, even if we were from different worlds and eras. "It looks like I''ll have to start looking for a tutor," I mused. "You''re often wrong, so I can''t rely on you anymore." "That''s because you don''t give me the right books, or at least let me borrow your gadgets." His reasoning. "Can you even use them?" "Do you really think I can''t? Your era''s gadgets aren''t that different from mine." "That''s not what I meant. Can ghosts like you use gadgets?" "Of course, I even have a Ghostube account." "Ghostube?" Before Desmon could launch into another long explanation, I cut him off. "I think I''ll head to bed for a bit. You can tell me while I''m getting some rest." I straightened up the pile of books on my study table, filled with stuff about living creatures, math, physics, biology, existence, and the one thing I dreaded the most ¡ªhistory, especially the wars. World War I, World War II, and even about of World War III, it''s all horrifying. Do humans not have a conscience? That''s all I can think about when I read war history. Then, I lay down on my super comfy bed. Desmon once said he envied me because my bed was comfier than any he''d had in his whole life. But even so, if you''re thinking my bed is spacious, you''re wrong. Its only flaw is how small it is; even my feet hang off the edge because it''s not long enough to hold my entire height. Desmon started talking as he pushed the chair I''d just neatly arranged to the side of my bed. He delved into the story of Ghostube, an internet platform about life in the other world, as well as a means of communication for ghosts ¡ªkind of like in the real world. I never imagined the internet could reach other dimensions, but Desmon explained that the internet in both worlds was completely different. Since I''d been with him, he hadn''t used the internet or Ghostube at all. Desmon''s story went on, and I learned a lot. In the ghost world, they had objects and technology somewhat similar to the real world, but they were different and not connected at all. Desmon''s story got a bit annoying, especially when he shifted from storytelling to asking me for a bunch of things. I knew it was just a joke, but there was only one thing I could give him ¡ªhis freedom. I don''t know if I forgot or didn''t realize, but it turns out Desmon was bound to me. Maybe that''s why he never seemed to leave my house. I absolutely don''t recall ever saying or doing anything to bind Desmon to me, so he couldn''t be free. I suspect this might just be one of Desmon''s tricks, making it seem like he''s bound to me, when he really just likes chatting with me. Or maybe it''s a rule that neither of us knows about, a rule between two worlds, maybe. But one thing''s for sure, this time he can go about freely, especially when I''m at school or heading to the tutoring center that starts next month. ####-End of Chapter-#### Ghost Girl(s) On that day, it was my first day of taking lessons from a tutor. I felt nervous since it was my first time attending additional lessons from a tutor outside of school. Usually, Desmon would help me with my schoolwork, but maybe he had already passed away before he could reach my current level, so I needed additional support. I intentionally chose an exclusive and private tutoring center where there were only three students ¡ªincluding myself for each class. Each subject would be taught by an expert. My parent believed this would maximize my learning as they knew I didn''t really like being in crowded places. The tutoring center was far enough from my home, so it was unlikely that any of my school friends would attend there. The facilities provided were advanced and comprehensive. They even offered complimentary snacks and drinks, though the quantity was limited. According to the center''s management, this was to ensure we didn''t consume too many unhealthy snacks and drinks that could hinder our cognitive functions. It was a bit complicated, let me simplify it, they were just really cheap. When I arrived, the atmosphere was remarkably calm. I waited for about 20 minutes. Anyone who saw me would know I was getting impatient. My face probably had creases around the corners of my mouth, as I tended to scowl when waiting for something, unsure of when it would actually happen. Meanwhile, my limbs seemed to have a life of their own, moving restlessly as if they weren''t part of the same body. Fortunately, my parents weren''t here. Because if they were here, they might have told me to stop acting like that and sit quietly. I get annoyed when they tell me to do that, because I don''t like sitting still when waiting. They weren''t here because my mother had to go to work, while my father, for sure, was absent. The last time I saw him was at his funeral. It was then that he realized my abilities went beyond the imagination of a child, which he had believed for so long. He passed away content, which meant he couldn''t linger long in the ghost world. After imparting a word or two of advice, he promptly disappeared. That was the first moment I felt grateful for my abilities, realizing they could provide not only nightmares for me but also hope for those left behind, or those who left, by bridging communication between the two worlds. Finally, I could enter the classroom. It was only about two or three minutes before a boy entered, taking a seat to my right, introducing himself as Ryan. When I observe Ryan closely, I can tell exactly what kind of person he is. His eyes wear special lenses designed to support learning activities, as he can access the internet based on voice commands and eye movements. Last time I checked, these lenses were quite expensive. This also indicates that he comes from a wealthy family. His arms were equipped with the latest smartwatch. He owns two smartphones with different operating systems and a high-tech glass tablet that can also serve as a laptop when connected to a highly responsive holographic keyboard. How do I know all this? Because I''m into technology, and I envy him for having all the gadgets I''ve been yearning for. However, his clothes don''t quite match his tech-savvy appearance. Perhaps he''s one of those people who prioritize functionality over aesthetics, not really into fashion. But at least from all of this, I draw the conclusion that he''s a bookish or tech-savvy kid who isn''t much into socializing ¡ªan introvert, just like me. Our tutor entered the classroom, but before he could introduce himself and start the lesson, a girl entered the room. The girl had no choice but to sit next to me. "Alright, since you''re late, you have to introduce yourself first," the tutor requested of the girl. The girl introduced herself as Chloe. My first impression of Chloe was that she was quite different from both Ryan and me. She was wearing the most fashionable clothes I could imagine from her shirt, pants, hoodie, hat, and even her watch all have vibrant colors, although her watch didn''t have as many tech-features as Ryan''s, it was clearly superior for taking photos. Her smartphone had a matching red and blue color scheme with her outfit, and similar to her watch, its primary strength was photography, besides its ability to roll up might be another advantage, but I''m not a fan of rollable smartphones. Like most girls her age, she had a variety of colorful patterns on her hands, and she wore a fragrance so strong enough to made my head spin. Ryan and Chloe were like polar opposites, but I found both of them to be great study partners, at least, that was my initial impression. However, one thing bothered me is the presence of a girl next to Chloe who was still standing while Chloe had already sat down. The ghost girl appeared clean, without a single sign that could hint at a horrible death. No torn clothes, no dirty face, and no wet body. So, I assumed she passed away under normal circumstances. But why was she still lingering in the ghost world? That''s what made me feel uncomfortable, especially since she didn''t even glance in my direction, nor did she move at all. Our new tutor, who introduced himself as Lebouf, began our first lesson session, and we all got ready to learn ¡ªexcept for the ghost girl, of course. ### I took two sessions a day and three days a week for my additional lessons. After the first session on my first day, I decided to take a break and ordered food from outside. The tutoring center provided meals for every session break, but I didn''t really like the seafood-heavy menu they had that day. So, I ordered a burger from my favorite fast-food restaurant. I ate in the rooftop garden of the tutoring center. The air was a bit warm, as it was nearing the long summer season, but the fairly strong breeze allowed me to enjoy my meal in peace. The rooftop garden was quiet at the time, with only six other people besides me. Two stood by the edge of the terrace, looking down the building sometimes, really into their chat about something. Three others sat in a circle in the middle of the rooftop garden, they weren''t talking or eating anything, just accompanied by soda that they seemed to have gotten from the cafeteria, and they were really into their tablets ¡ªit seemed like they were studying. Another person sat at a dining table, busy with he food. I counted that he''d already eaten three portions, while there were two more waiting for their turn to be consumed. According to my mother, I''m considered a fast eater. That''s why it only took me four minutes to finish my burger and soda. After disposing of my food waste and getting ready to go down to my next class, Chloe showed with food she had gotten from the cafeteria. My gaze was directed towards her, but it wasn''t focused on Chloe herself, but on the ghost girl behind her. The ghost remained in the same position and didn''t move at all, hovering along with Chloe wherever she went. Seeing the ghost, the air, which was slightly warm before, now felt a bit chilly. For those of you who don''t know, the presence of a ghost can be felt through changes in the atmosphere or the surrounding environment. Ghosts usually influence the environment to become colder and gloomier. Electronic devices can be disrupted, and even your breathing might be affected. However, it all depends on what I call "the ghost''s power". Ghosts with grudges or those who died due to accidents or crimes usually have a more extreme impact on the environment. On the other hand, ghosts who aren''t vengeful or even cheerful ones like Desmon, don''t affect the environment at all. Nevertheless, according to Desmon, ghosts can also learn to use these ghostly powers. He even mentioned that in the ghost world, there''s a special school for this purpose. Once again, I realized that the ghost girl was very different from any other ghost I''d met. The ghost girl didn''t appear at all like someone who had died due to an accident or a crime, and she didn''t seem to hold any grudges. Yet, the aura of her presence suggested the opposite. Had she ever learned to control ghostly powers at a ghost school in the ghost world, as Desmon described? No, I didn''t think it was like that. In my opinion, seeing how the ghost girl remained completely still and intensely focused on Chloe, maybe she died because of Chloe, more precisely, she died due to non-physical wrongdoing committed by Chloe, like bullying her, or maybe the ghost girl was extremely obsessed with or envious of Chloe. Regardless of any speculations I came up with, no matter how much I thought about it, I wouldn''t get any answers unless I asked directly. However, approaching the ghost girl meant I had to approach Chloe first, and this was the most challenging part for me, even compared to conversing with vengeful ghosts. I stood still for a while, considering all the ways to approach Chloe, all the opening topics and conversation starters, but still, I couldn''t bring myself to do anything. I decided to continue my steps and head downstairs, but not to go to my next room for next session. Instead, I went to the cafeteria to grab some snacks. I''d heard people say something like this before, "Inviting someone for a meal is the best way to get to know them and strike up a conversation." So, I chose to strike up a conversation with Chloe through snacks. The cafeteria had a variety of snacks, but there were only two or four of each type ¡ªthey were definitely cheap. I picked two types that I liked and intended to quickly return to the rooftop garden to begin my mission of chatting with Chloe. However, that plan fell apart. If I had to blame someone, it would definitely be the food deliverer who took so long to bring my food. There''s no way my forty-minute break ended so quickly, especially when it took me less than five minutes to eat. Why didn''t they ever improve their service? ### Unfortunately, I didn''t meet Chloe again, neither in the second session nor after it ended. Maybe she only attended one session. It was getting pretty dark when I arrived home. At that moment, my house was quiet, with just me alone preparing instant noodles for my dinner. It seemed like my mother wouldn''t be coming home tonight, or at least she''d be back very late. As for Desmon, ever since I released him from our bond, he often spent his time outside, but I didn''t know what he did. The house was tidy and clean, so I headed straight to my room to get my things ready for school the next day, and then went to bed ¡ªhopefully Desmon wouldn''t disturb me while I slept. The next morning, I realized how much I had on my mind, not even noticing that today was a day off. When I woke up, Desmon was sitting in my chair, reading a book ¡ªor at least, it looked like a book, but it was translucent. "What''s that?" I asked, pointing to the translucent book. "A book. You don''t know what a book is?" "Are you mocking me?" I retorted quickly. He seemed to take great pleasure in teasing me. "Of course I know what a book is, but it''s translucent. Can''t you see it, are you blind?" "Yes, this book and everything in my world is translucent. Am I not translucent to you?" It was only then that I realized Desmon was also translucent. Had he been translucent all this time? Were all ghosts actually translucent? What about the ghosts I''d met before, were they all translucent? All these questions suddenly crossed my mind. As far as I could remember, the terrifying old woman I''d met at the mall felt very real, there was no sign of translucency at all, just like all the other ghosts I''d ever met. "You just realized, didn''t you?" Desmon continued explaining to me. "How did you know? Was it that obvious from my expression?" "Well... not from your expression, I know ''cause I did just show it to you." Desmon said with a silly smile on his face. "Idiot," I thought to myself. Of course, Desmon had tricked me, just as he always did. Why didn''t I think of that? Why was I so easily fooled? I don''t know. Desmon continued his story about the ghost world. He explained that, fundamentally, all ghosts have the same appearance as they did when they passed away. However, just like humans, ghosts can change their appearance through shopping or stealing from fellow ghosts. The currency or exchange tool used by ghosts is something similar to leaves, but Desmon himself wasn''t entirely sure about it. This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. According to Desmon, the reason humans can''t see the ghost world is due to the dimensional difference. However, I have the ability to cross those dimensional boundaries, allowing me to see the ghost world. Yet, my ability hasn''t fully opened up, so I still need the ghosts to manifest themselves first. Desmon added that once my ability fully opens up, not only will I be able to see all the ghosts and the ghost world itself, but I''ll also be able to enter the ghost world, much like some people claiming to be shamans. Still, according to Desmon, due to my not fully opened ability, objects in the ghost world are still half-visible and half-transparent to me. The ghosts I meet can either fully reveal themselves, partially reveal themselves, or not reveal themselves at all. I briefly considered practicing with my ability after hearing Desmon''s explanation, but he discouraged it. He insisted that I refrain from training my ability because if I were to become a shaman, many ghosts would approach me. Some just to introduce themselves, some seeking help, and others even wanting to harm me. Witnessing how the ghosts can behave, I reconsidered my opinion that humans are scarier than ghosts. Desmon continued his story about when he left my house. He seemed very excited to talk about being able to play Ghostube again, especially when he found out that his followers on Ghostube had increased by a lot, although he said some of his old followers had stopped following him. Desmon also shared how he met some new ghost friends and chatted with them, swapping stories. It seemed like Desmon was really happy to tell his experiences with me to his new friends. I just hoped he wasn''t making up stories, whether to make me look bad or praise me, I didn''t like made-up stories. Desmon''s story about his new ghost friends reminded me of the ghost girl who always followed Chloe. Maybe Desmon can help me, I thought. I waited until Desmon finished his story before telling him about the ghost girl. However, Desmon acted like a little kid telling his parents about his first day at school. He looked very happy and kept on expressing word by word that formed into a story. "Hmm... Desmon," I said in a barely audible voice, trying to interrupt Desmon''s never-ending story. "Yeah, what''s up?" Desmon stopped his story, his expression clearly showing he was a bit bothered by my interruption, but he didn''t mind. "Can I talk to you?" "Of course, buddy. Did you get bullied again?" "Oh, no... not at all... but there''s something that caught my attention." Desmon didn''t say anything, he just looked at me, waiting for me to continue. This wasn''t his usual self. "When I was at my lesson session, I met a girl..." I said, continuing. "You fell in love?" Desmon interrupted my conversation, this was more like him. "Oh, no... definitely not... what are you thinking... It''s not the girl that caught my interest..." "So, what happened?" "Can I finish before you keep cutting me off?" "You''re taking forever, just say it. What happened, did you see a ghost? Then you..." Honestly, I didn''t know what he was going to say next, but I knew for sure he stopped because he saw my expression, which I couldn''t hide, once he mentioned I saw a ghost. "You saw a ghost?" he asked. "Yeah, more like a ghost girl." Then I told him about what happened at my lesson session, especially about the ghost girl and her behavior that left me puzzled about what actually happened to her, whether she died abnormally or normally. Desmon seemed to be enjoying my story. You can easily tell if Desmon is enjoying the conversation with you or not by the way he doesn''t interrupt your story. If he interrupts, it means he''s not enjoying it. "So, can you help me out?" I closed my story by asking for his help. "Whatever you need, just say it, my friend." "Can you find out about that ghost girl?" "Sure, I can ask around or look for her account on Ghostube. But, it might be tough, if what you told me is true, she might not be socializing much in the ghost world." "In that case, why don''t you come with me to the next additional lesson session? That way, you can ask her directly, how about it?" I suggested without much thought. "Are you crazy?" Desmon''s tone raised. I wasn''t scared of him. Our relationship had become very close, so any fear I might have once had was likely long gone. In fact, Desmon''s raised tone, which I hadn''t heard in a long time, made me a bit nostalgic. "It''s not possible and I don''t want to. Why don''t you just talk to her? You can communicate with ghosts, can''t you?" Desmon continued. "I can''t." I firmly refused, "If I talk directly to her, Chloe will think I''m talking to her, not the ghost girl." "Then tell Chloe about the ghost girl." "You want me to scare Chloe? No, that''s not an option." "Alright, don''t tell Chloe. But at least talk to Chloe about something, from there you can see the ghost girl''s expression." "That''s what I was planning, but you know me." "In that case, forget it." Desmon advised. Actually, I could just forget about the ghost girl. I''ve often managed to forget or not care about the presence of ghosts, whether they''re just silently lingering in a place as residual hauntings or actively following someone. But this time feels different. At least three things are preventing me from just letting it go. "Impossible. How could I forget it, when she shows up every time I have an additional lesson session? On top of that, the ghost girl could very well be a vengeful ghost or some other evil ghost that could harm someone, especially Chloe, because the ghost girl seems fixated on her. Besides, You must still remember my story about my father''s funeral, right?" I explained to Desmon. We both fell silent for a few minutes. Desmon seemed to regret his advice. "In simple words, I can''t just forget about it like that," I continued. "Well... I can actually talk to the ghost girl, but it can''t be at school or at the tutoring center. You know I have trauma, right? And I still can''t control it," Desmon replied. I could see his eagerness to help me, but his trauma does limit him. "Yes, you''re right. But that''s the tricky part, how do we meet them outside of the tutoring center? I don''t know Chloe''s lesson schedule." "That part is actually easy, I''ll wait around the tutoring center until the ghost girl shows up." Why didn''t I think of that? Of course, I can''t wait around for the ghost girl to show up, given all the things I have to do like going to school, taking care of the house, or doing never-ending schoolwork. But Desmon, he doesn''t have any activities except bothering me or chatting with me. You idiot, I cursed at myself. ### On that day, my mother drove me to the tutoring center, but this time Desmon joined us. My mother knew nothing about Desmon except that I had a friend from the ghost world. While my mother was aware of my ability, she was not like me, who had adapted to the ghost world. She was still afraid of ghosts. Despite my numerous explanations that not all ghosts were scary or evil, and that many of them were kind and even funny, my mom didn''t pay attention. For her, there were only two words to describe ghosts: scary and evil. I intentionally brought Desmon along that day because, although Desmon could roam freely ¡ªand often did¡ª Desmon said that he was bewildered by the streets in the real world, especially in my time, which he thought had changed significantly. So, as I suspected all along, Desmon only roamed in his own world. My goal in bringing Desmon that day was for him to memorize the route from my house to the tutoring center, so he could go there on his own next time to approach the ghost girl. Before getting out of the car, I gave a hand gesture code that Desmon and I had used to communicate secretly if there were people around. It wasn''t because I was afraid or embarrassed to be seen as strange, but I was concerned about frightening people if they saw me talking to a ghost. The code I gave instructed Desmon to wait outside the entrance for fifteen minutes, while I would go to the classroom to see if Chloe had arrived or had a schedule that day. If I returned before fifteen minutes, it meant Chloe had come or had a session that day. But if I didn''t return, Desmon could roam freely in his world again. Our hand gesture code took longer than verbal communication. It was quite a long time until I saw Chloe and the ghost girl walking towards the tutoring center. Maybe I needed to come up with a faster code. I had already gotten out of the car, and my mom had left in her own, when I noticed Desmon''s innocent face. Doesn''t he realize the presence of the ghost girl? I wondered. "Why are you staring off?" I asked. "Who''s staring off? I''m just waiting for the ghost girl you told me about. Don''t bother me, I''m serious." I thought again, does Desmon really not see the ghost girl with Chloe? Or is he just messing with me again. "She already passed by, didn''t you see?" I explained to Desmon, pointing in the direction Chloe and the ghost girl came and went. "Who? The ghost girl?" "Of course, who else could I be talking about?" "Heh... you''re joking, right? How can a ghost not see a ghost?" I explained more few times that Chloe and the ghost girl had already passed by. However, Desmon''s expression showed that he really couldn''t see the ghost girl. But how could that be? "Seriously, you can''t see her?" I kept asking just to be sure, over and over again. "Nope, I don''t see anything. Are you sure you''re seeing her?" We both stared at each other for a few seconds. "How long have you been a ghost?" I asked. "Quite a while, why do you ask?" "Well then, how is it possible that you can''t see a ghost?" Desmon didn''t answer, and we were both puzzled. Desmon gave me the idea to wait until my lesson session was over and then walk out with Chloe. From there, I could give Desmon a signal about the ghost girl''s location. Desmon''s idea sounded really good, but it still couldn''t erase my thoughts about why Desmon couldn''t see the ghost girl. Was Desmon accidentally avoiding looking so he couldn''t see the ghost girl? Or did Desmon not know which one was Chloe, so his attention wasn''t focused on the ghost girl? Or maybe there were different hierarchies among ghosts, like ghost of a ghost? I don''t know what I was thinking, but it was really bothering me. With the strong strange aura from the ghost girl, it would be very easy for fellow ghosts to detect her, or was the ghost girl truly a special kind of ghost? Maybe that''s why my attention was drawn to her without knowing the exact cause. ### This time I came a bit late, luckily our tutor hasn''t arrived yet, so I''m safe. Inside the room, I see Ryan taking a seat in the middle, while Chloe stays in her last seat, and so does the ghost girl who is in the same position as the last session I met her. I walk to my seat, preparing my study materials while waiting for our tutor to arrive and start the lesson. "You''re Robert, right? We''ve met before," Ryan starts a conversation in a low voice. "Oh... yeah... I''m Robert and you''re Ryan, if I remember correctly." I answered in a quiet tone. "You''re right, you remember it. Can I have a moment of your time outside?" "Hm... what''s it about? Maybe later, the session is about to start," I reply. During our previous meetings, Ryan and I were just study friends, we only chatted about the subject matter. So why does he want to talk privately outside? If it''s about the lesson, he could ask here. "Oh... sure, but..." Ryan answers. Ryan leans closer to me, his mouth searching for my ear. "Be careful," he whispers. I look at his face, I''m sure he''s not speaking in a threatening tone or with a threatening intention. I know for sure because I''ve been bullied and threatened at school before. But this is something else, his whisper is more like advice from someone who''s worried about something bad that might happen to you. Like when my mom advises me to be careful when I''m about to leave because something bad might happen to me. Ryan''s gaze returns toward the front as our tutor has arrived. Our tutor begins the lesson, while I sit in silence, lost in thought. Ryan''s whisper still fills my mind, and I can''t hear a word or whatever came out of my tutor''s mouth. I don''t know why, but the room suddenly feels very cold. Was the AC turned down a few degrees? And to add to that, the light is growing dimmer. "Maybe there''s a power outage," I think, still trying to stay positive, until I shift my gaze towards Chloe. The ghost girl who was supposed to be right next to Chloe being all still and fixated on her, was no longer there. Desmon once mentioned that ghosts could choose not to reveal themselves to me, like when Desmon played a prank on me back then by turning translucent. Or it could be that the ghost girl has simply vanished. But the latter option doesn''t seem likely, because I can still sense the aura of the ghost girl, and it feels even stronger now. Well, I notice it when I think about how much stronger the ghost girl''s aura has become. I know, despite my doubts and hopes that I''m wrong. I''m curious and want to prove myself wrong, but fear courses through my entire body, leaving me frozen. I''ve never felt anything like this before, except when I encountered the terrifying granny at the mall when I was little, or when I crossed paths and exchanged glances with the vengeful ghost a few years ago. The air grows colder, the light dims further, and now I can''t hear anything at all. The only thing I can still feel is the rush of sweat pouring down my body. The ghost girl''s aura kept getting stronger. Maybe I was just being overly scared, maybe she was gone all along, or maybe she never even existed because even Desmon, who is a ghost himself, couldn''t see her. If this was just my fear playing tricks on me, the only way to get rid of it was to make sure if the ghost girl was really there around me. I regretted it as soon as I tried to confirm her presence. With just a slight shift of my gaze to the right, I could already see her pale, bluish hand dangling. I don''t know what compelled me to keep tracing it up to her shoulder, then her neck, and finally, her face. For the first time, I could see her face clearly. There was nothing wrong, it looked perfectly normal, no scars, no bloodstains, no missing body parts. Just like I suspected, she looked like someone who passed away naturally, not from an accident or crime. But, just like I suspected too, her face was completely expressionless, yet it seemed to hold a deep, intense hatred. Her empty eyes stared at me sharply, her mouth didn''t move at all, but it gave off a vibe as if she wanted to curse me. She was terrifying yet oddly innocent. Her aura grew stronger. Now she was proving to me who she really was. All her innocence, all her normal appearance, all the expressionless face, it all disappeared, leaving only her smile that left me frozen in place. #####-End of Chapter-##### Exception Pain in my legs continued to gnaw at me. Exhausted, cold, and unbearably thirsty, I had been running for who knows how long, yet the light remained far away. I wanted to stop for a moment just to catch my breath, but I couldn''t. They were still behind me. The clamor of wild animals, scavenger birds, and people seemingly out to kill me continued to echo behind me. Cold hands with sharp claws kept trying to touch my body. I could only keep running with all my might to evade them. But what were they, actually? I couldn''t answer or even think. There was only one thing I remembered, they had slashed my legs. Pitch darkness enveloped my surroundings. I couldn''t see anything around me at all, except for a beam of light in the distance. Oddly, no matter how fast or long I ran, the beam of light didn''t seem to enlarge to indicate that I was getting closer. It was as if I was running on a treadmill, going nowhere. Had I not been moving at all this whole time? I couldn''t answer or even think. There was only one thing I remembered, when I realized I was in a running position. Similarly, the foul odor was sharp and pierced my nose. How long had I been smelling that odor. It was so foul that it made my head spin and became overwhelmingly heavy. I had never in my life smelled anything so awful, even the scent of a landfill was far more pleasant than this foul odor. Every time I ran, the foul odor would disappear, only to be replaced by another foul odor. I''d lost count of how many kinds of foul odor I''d smelled all this time. What kind of odor was this, really? And where were they from? I couldn''t answer or even think. There was only one thing I believed, the odor never ended. I couldn''t take it anymore, I was very exhausted. Had the monsters stopped? No, the beam of light was still far away, and the foul odor continued to deaden my sense of smell. I only had two choices left, I thought. Death from exhaustion due to ceaseless running or death from being torn and slashed by those monsters because I stopped running. The first choice might sound lighter, I thought. But after a very hasty consideration amidst the unending run, I decided to stop. The piercing cold air slowly vanished from my body. The foul odor gradually faded away. The beam of light shifted and enlarged. The monster''s sounds grew distant. The thirst began to subside. The exhaustion started to fade. I closed my eyes, pondering what had happened. My body felt so light, the air rushed upward forcefully. I opened my eyes as the light pushed at my eyelids to penetrate into my eyeballs. Then I realized, it wasn''t the air rushing upwards, but it was my body that plunged downward. I wasn''t running anymore, but I was plunging towards the famously hard surface of the earth. What actually happened? I repeatedly thought. I looked around, down, left, right, up, front, behind. I couldn''t find anything I could use to save my life hurtling towards the ground. What actually happened? I tried to recall everything I''d experienced. My house, I thought. I saw my house when my body was almost nearing the ground. It was unmistakably my house because I recognized the pattern of the streets from this height. Could I survive? Just a few hundred meters left... less than a hundred meters... a few dozen meters... ten meters, nine, seven, six, five, four, and I woke up. ### The darkness has now vanished. The cold has turned warm and comforting. The clamor has disappeared, leaving only one sound, a very familiar one. The cold hands with sharp claws, replaced by gentle, warm, and loving hands. Slowly, I opened my eyes. The light from the lamp was bright enough to illuminate the entire room but not enough to blind me. My mother appeared on my left side, looking at me with a lot of affection. I could clearly see her mouth moving as if saying something, yet even though I heard it, her voice remained faint. "Honey, are you alright? Is your leg still hurting? Can you move your arm? Let me call the doctor," those were the first words I heard from my mother''s voice. My mother seemed so concerned about my condition, but all her words made no sense to me. I was struggling with the question: what actually happened? The doctor entered the room shortly after my mother pressed a button beside my bed. That''s when I realized my current location. Not in my room, not at house, not at school, not at my tutoring place, but in a hospital room. The doctor who entered wore a name tag that read ''Dr. Klio'' and something else below the name that I couldn''t read. His uniform was standard for a doctor, all white except for the light blue shirt. The doctor looked quite young, he might be in his thirties, if I had to guess. His body was quite tall and had noticeable muscles when when he raised his hand to check on the drip in my arm. "Any complaints, Robert?" the doctor asked. "Nothing," I replied, or at least that''s what I wanted to reply if my mouth could move. I tried moving my other body parts, but they all seemed disconnected from my mind. Every limb lay stiff. Only my eyes could move. "Robert? Can you hear me, Robert?" the doctor asked repeatedly. Repeatedly, I wanted to reply, but the result was still the same ¡ªmy body couldn''t move at all. "Robert, if you can hear me, try blinking your eyes," the doctor ordered, seemingly aware of my paralyzed state. So, I blinked several times. My mother sounded happy seeing my response. "Robert, can you move your body? Look at your mom if you can''t, blink your eyes if you can," the doctor continued. Following the doctor''s orders, I looked at my mom. My mother seemed like she was crying, but I guess they were tears of joy. I waited for a few seconds before directing my gaze back at the doctor. The doctor lifted their clipboard and wrote something on it. At the back of the clipboard was the word ''C.I.A'' written in large, grayish letters. I was well aware of the abbreviation, an intelligence organization that had been disbanded decades ago, but I could guess why Dr. Klio wrote it ¡ªHe was a fan of the C.I.A series that was trending at the time. However, I didn''t really like series like that. The doctor explained some things about my current condition. According to him, I had to stay for another two or three days, or longer, depending on my health progress. "Wait, the doctor said the word ''another''..." I thought, unsure of how long I''d been in this hospital. The doctor left the room. Now, only my mother remained, looking worried about me. In moments like this, I desperately wanted to move my body to hug her and tell her I was okay, to reassure her. But what could I do when my body was disconnected? About an hour later, my mother fell asleep beside me. She cared for me so much that she slept sitting up just to be close to me. I could feel her love. I couldn''t tell if it was day or night or if my mother was just exhausted. I couldn''t be sure. I looked around the room corners, there wasn''t anything that could be my main source of information to know how long I''d been lying here or what time it was. Then I realized something, ''Where''s Desmon?'' I couldn''t see Desmon at all. Where did that ghost disappear to? Had he forgotten about me? Or was he just busy playing that Ghostube he talked about? I didn''t know, but I missed him. This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. ### Doctor Klio''s prediction was off. It only took me one day to recover my health back to normal. Now, I could not only move my mouth, but my entire body could move normally again. Dr. Klio allowed me to continue treatment at home, even though he himself confirmed I was fully recovery. However, he was concerned that my condition might suddenly worsen. Therefore, he insisted on a medical check-up at least every two days and advised me to rest more. He even suggested to my mom that I take a day off from school every week and he didn''t recommend me to attend additional lesson for a while. My mom was happy to see me back to normal. Her happiness was clearly expressed not only through her facial expressions and body language, but she also offered to take me to my favorite restaurant or tourist spot. I declined the offer to go to a tourist spot but accepted the invitation to the restaurant. No, I didn''t feel hungry or thirsty like in that nightmare, but I missed the taste of delicious food. You know, hospital food, no matter how much they try, always tastes bland. My mom returned my smartphone to me. I turned on my smartphone, and my heart skipped a beat. Nothing surprised me more than finding out I had been hospitalized for more than two weeks. I still couldn''t remember what happened. "Mom... I''ve been in the hospital for two weeks?" I asked calmly, trying not to ruin my mom''s happiness. "No," she replied, appearing somewhat disrupted by my question, "Just a few days, but since the last tutoring day, you''ve always..." Tutoring? I started to search my memory bank about tutoring. However, I could only find fragments of memories. "...how should I put it? You were always absent-minded. As if your body was there, but your soul was gone. That''s why I''m very happy that you''re back..." she continued. My mom seemed to pause briefly to hold back her sadness. It was clear that tears were welling in her eyes. She still seemed saddened when recalling my previous condition, but she didn''t want her sorrow to spoil the celebration of my recovered health. Actions speak louder than words; that''s what my dad used to tell me since I was young. I knew I could calm my mom by saying, "I''m okay," but I didn''t say it. Instead, I hugged my mom tightly and kissed her cheek. "I was fine. Hmm..." she said. She tried to regain her happiness, wiping away her tears before they fell, and resumed, "So, to celebrate today, just tell me whatever you want to do or where you want to go, I''ll follow your lead." I was already happy seeing my mom happy, "No need to go anywhere, Mom. Let''s just go to that pizza restaurant and then go home." Honestly, I would have been happy to roam around the city for a while, but I knew my mom might get tired. Maybe not physically tired, but mentally tired from seeing her child sick. I could understand that, although not entirely, maybe. We arrived at my favorite pizza restaurant. Unlike what I thought earlier, I ended up ordering just one tray of pizza for my mom and me. We finished our meal while chatting about the past, I didn''t want my mom to keep thinking about recent events. After I finished the last slice and emptied my drink, we immediately returned to the car to head home. ### My mom and I immediately went our separate ways upon arriving home. My mom rested in her room, while even though I said I''d rest in my own room to her, I searched for Desmon in my house. Where had that ghost gone? I called out to him in every corner of the house. I even stepped outside briefly to make sure Desmon wasn''t out there. I entered my room cautiously, hoping Desmon wouldn''t startle me. When I opened the door to my room, there was no sign of Desmon at all. Had he gone forever? Because Desmon was nowhere to be found, I lay down on my bed. I wasn''t tired, but I just wanted to rest for a bit. I switched off the bedroom light. In the dark, I could see glowing writing on the ceiling of my room. "Hey, Robert. If you''re reading this, you must have already returned. Don''t worry, this writing is made of material from the ghost world, so only you can read it. I was shocked to find out you were affected by the ''ghost curse,'' so I left temporarily not to distance myself from you, but to gather information about this ''ghost curse''. I''ll be back, but if you''ve returned home before that, you can press the button on the device I placed under your bed. Again, the device is from the ghost world, so only you can press it. Stay healthy always, Desmon." I got up from my bed, then lay back on the floor next to my bed. I reached out far with my arm to access under the mattress. Although I couldn''t see clearly, my hand managed to touch something, so I immediately pressed it. Nothing happened. Maybe this was one of Desmon''s pranks, I thought as I withdrew my arm. I returned to lying on the bed, waiting for Desmon, but he didn''t show up. My incredibly soft bed caused my eyelids to slowly close. I tried to stay alert, faithfully waiting for Desmon. However, eventually, my eyes closed. ### When I woke up, the day was starting to get dark. I changed my position to sit at the edge of the bed, while Desmon appeared on my chair. "Huff... Where were you?" I asked Desmon. "Are you okay? What actually happened at the tutoring center?" Desmon''s lips pressed together in a thin line of worry. "Okay. I..." I actually didn''t quite remember what happened at the tutoring center before Desmon asked about it, "...saw that ghost girl." As that memory surfaced, I immediately felt the ghost girl''s aura. The air became suddenly very cold, and the lights in my room dimmed. I saw Desmon standing, tossing something to me and around my room. "What''s that?" I asked while clutching my knees to warm myself. "You can call it ghost salt. I worked hard to buy a lot of this stuff." As if Desmon could read my thoughts, he quickly explained the use of the substance before I could ask, "This ghost salt can repel the aura of the ghost girl and remove the curse she placed on you. I tossed this salt at you while you were asleep, but it seems the ghost girl''s aura is so strong that I have to regularly toss this salt at you." I might have not believed Desmon if, after he tossed that ghost salt, all my memories of that incident at the tutoring center didn''t come flooding back. Yes, I could remember everything, including the way she smiled with a terrifying grin towards me. Then, every few minutes, Desmon would toss the ghost salt at me. My body also felt more refreshed with each toss of the ghost salt. Our conversation continued with my story about the incident at the tutoring center. Desmon''s facial expression remained unchanged. His lips were still pressed thin, his shoulders tense, and his gaze fixed on me. "That ghost girl is a ''Phantom'', an entity even more supernatural than ghosts, or you could say she''s the ghost of a ghost," Desmon explained after listening to my story. "So that''s why the ghost girl could make herself unseen to you?" "Yup, just like ghosts who can make themselves unseen to humans, phantoms can also make themselves unseen to ghosts." "If you couldn''t see her, then how could I?" "Technically, you shouldn''t have been able to see her. I''ve said it before, your abilities are still untrained. You haven''t fully seen ghosts or even entered the ghost world, so it''s impossible for you to see a phantom. In the same way, I didn''t have that ability." "Then how did I see her?" Desmon furrowed his brow, scratching it before answering my question, "I searched all sources I could find for information. I asked about it on Ghostube, searched on Find-a-Ghost, and even read ancient literature about the ghost world. There''s no information about phantoms explaining why you could see her, except for one source from a ghost on Ghostube who said you''re ''The Exception''..." Now, it was my turn to furrow my brow and scratch it. "... In short, you''re special. But why and how you became special, I''m also puzzled about it," Desmon continued. We remained silent for a while, each of us pondering why I could be special. I never expected to be more special than being able to see and talk to ghosts. But now I was faced with the fact that I could even see the ghost of a ghost, a ''Phantom''. I didn''t know whether to be happy or not. Phantom, an entity more ghostly than a ghost itself. Perhaps there were some good Phantoms and some bad Phantoms, just like humans and ghosts. However, considering all my interactions with ghosts, none of them ever harmed or caused me terrifying nightmares for days. Even the old lady I met at the mall or the vengeful ghost back then wasn''t as dangerous as the ghost girl or the Phantom did. When I remembered the incident at the tutoring center, there was one thing that bothered me ¡ªRyan. Because as far as I could remember, the first time I saw that ghost girl, she didn''t move at all from Chloe''s side, except when she flew to follow Chloe, but her position stayed exactly the same. However, when Ryan whispered something to me to be careful, at that moment, the ghost girl instantly moved over to my side. "Desmon..." I called Desmon for his attention, "before I saw the ghost girl''s face, before she instantly moved over to my side, a tutoring classmate of mine whispered something to me to be careful." "Chloe? or Ryan?" "Ryan. Before that, he said he wanted to talk to me alone outside, but I refused." "Do you suspect that Ryan might know something?" Desmon asked, leaning towards me. "You also suspect it, don''t you?" "Yeah. He might know, but..." Desmon paused to stand up, "how could he know?" "I don''t know either." "I actually waited outside your tutoring place the whole day. I wanted to confirm what happened and who caused it, but I didn''t see any ghosts coming out of your tutoring center. I even saw Chloe and Ryan after they were both called by an adult, probably a tutor, who asked what happened to you..." I didn''t expect that Desmon would wait the entire day to confirm why I had become absent-minded as if my soul had vanished during that time. I thought Desmon had left just to play Ghostube, but once again, he proved his loyalty, even though he was no longer bound to me. "...at that time, Ryan never glanced in my direction," Desmon continued. "Could it be that he didn''t look at you because he knew you were there? I mean, he intentionally avoided making eye contact with you?" I asked as I stood up. "That''s what I thought too after hearing your story." Desmon continued, now standing in front of me, was looking me directly in the eyes. "We should ask him about it," we both said at the same time. "But how?" I sat back down. "My doctor said I shouldn''t attend tutoring for a while and need more rest." "Yes, because you''re still sick since the curse hasn''t completely lifted. But now we have a countermeasure, the ghost salt I brought can counteract it, well, albeit temporarily." "You''re right, but will my mom believe? Even if I agree and go to the tutoring center, she won''t allow it." "In that case, I''ll go. If Ryan can see me, I can ask him directly. But if Ryan can''t see me, I might be a bit..." Desmon raised both hands and wiggled his index and middle fingers, "...bothered him." "Good idea, but don''t be too bothered him. Just come back. Let''s wait a while until my condition fully recovers according to the doctor, then I''ll ask him about it directly." "Okay. By the way, I might go out more often to find something I can use to buy this ghost salt. You don''t mind, right?" If Desmon weren''t a ghost, I might have hugged him. How could a ghost be as good as Desmon while humans could be as evil as my schoolmate who often bullied me? "It would have burdened you, so there was no need to do that." I replied. "It''s okay, as long as you''re okay. Besides, I''ll have more time to play Ghostube." I could only smile as Desmon left when the day had fully darkened. #### Ryan Because of Dr. Klio''s instructions back then, I couldn''t do many activities outside the house. Actually, I didn''t really enjoy being outdoors, but because of the ghost girl, I wanted to meet Ryan or Chloe if possible, to ask something about the ghost girl or what Desmon referred to as the Phantom. That day, I didn''t go to school again, my mother was very worried about my condition. So, I could only stay active at home. Unfortunately, Desmon wasn''t home either because he was still out looking for information about the Phantom, or maybe he had already followed or talked with Ryan. In the morning, I just had breakfast and watched my favorite show on the streaming platform, "Beyond Infinite." While in the afternoon, when my mom had left, I searched for something on the internet related to information about the Phantom. I found three interesting articles. The first article discusses the Phantom world, which is different from the ghost world.
Author: Hunain, B.I.S People generally uses the terms Ghost and Phantom interchangeably. This happens because people do not know the etymology of both words. According to the Official International English Dictionary or OIED, "Ghost" comes from the Old English word "g¨¡st" or "g?st" which if traced further originates from the Proto-Germanic language "gaistaz" meaning soul or demon. Therefore, ghost leans more towards describing the soul of a deceased person who still roams this world. Meanwhile, "Phantom" comes from the Greek word "phantasma," which means apparition or image. Thus, scientists nowadays tend to use the term phantom to describe something that appears but does not have a tangible existence in this world, including illusions and spectral appearances. So, although society uses these two terms interchangeably, the meanings of these two terms have significant differences...The first article clearly distinguishes between the terms ghost and phantom. Maybe because the phantom does not originate from this world at all, it''s difficult for ghosts to see phantoms. This is different from ghosts, which originally came from this world but their souls remain trapped when they die. I continued reading the second article from my favorite site. The "Ghostpedia" site often features news about ghosts. I learned a lot about different types of ghosts from this site. Although this might be just my assumption, there''s a high possibility that the writer on Ghostpedia is also someone with special abilities like mine.
Author: Dhifa Kemal Ghosts have often interacted with humans. Some of them help humans, like the warrior ghosts in the Middle East who killed the union army of the EU, but there are also ghosts that harm humans, like the death of the Al-Shadiqo family a few years ago, who suddenly threw themselves under a fast-moving train. However, phantoms are strange entities, both to ghosts and humans. If you search for phantoms on the internet, there''s very little correct information about phantoms because most phantoms are associated with ghosts. However, what''s certain is that phantoms cannot be seen by anyone, and many scientists and followers of the spiritual world claim that phantoms are just fake news. Jamel Salauddin once stated in one of his interviews on a streaming show that he could see phantoms even though he couldn''t see ghosts. Salauddin also mentioned that he was very scared when he saw a phantom. While many people argue that he was lying, some believe his statement. Unfortunately, we can''t confirm this further because he mysteriously died about ten hours after his statement, and what''s stranger, Salauddin before his death was sitting and spacing out as if disconnected from the real world.The Ghostpedia writers cannot be entirely reliable, some of them lie or make up stories. However, this article, especially the part about Jamel Salauddin, is very similar to my experience when I saw the ghost girl, like when I was just staring blankly before my mother took me to the hospital. I''m grateful my fate wasn''t like Jamel''s.
Writer and Editor: Yarn Phantom is an entity that has never been thoroughly researched due to the difficulty in building a bridge between the human world and the phantom world. Scientists nowadays advise humans to be cautious about phantoms and to stay as far away as possible if they see one. Scientists from various countries and even scientists from the ghost world all agree that the ability to see phantoms is very rare and very dangerous for its owner. Therefore, anyone who possesses this ability, which we call "The Exception," should avoid phantoms, which can be easily identified by their appearance as vengeful ghosts. If you don''t recognize them, they usually don''t move at all and their gaze is focused on one person, always following that person. But what distinguishes phantoms from vengeful ghosts is the attraction and death aura like the feeling of intense coldness, darkness, stink, thirst, hunger, and complete silence. Update: I found one of my friends who is "The Exception," and it seems he just saw a phantom, and he was blank all day. I don''t know what happened next, whether he''s okay or not, but I hope he recovers soon. Update: I got information from one of my informants in the healthcare industry that my friend, who is "The Exception," has been cured, although he still has to have frequent treatments. Thank goodness.This article contains many updates, but oddly enough, the last update happened a few hours ago. I couldn''t read it because the latest update is paid. Unfortunately, I don''t have enough money to pay for it right now, shit. I frowned as I felt a sense of d¨¦j¨¤ vu while reading this article. Everything written in the article, including the description of Phantom appearances, the strong attraction of Phantom, and its death aura like coldness, darkness, stink, and thirst, I really experienced all of that a few days ago. Except for the feeling of silence, I didn''t feel that in my dream. On the contrary, I heard a clamor of monster. I was also puzzled by the updates provided. The date of the latest update matched with the dates when I saw the Phantom, when I was hospitalized, and when I was allowed to go for outpatient treatment. Was this person observing me? Moreover, his name is Yarn. There''s something strange about it, but I don''t know what''s strange. This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. After reading and thinking about all of those articles, my head started to ache again, and my body felt tired, a sign that I needed to rest again and sprinkle the ghost salt that Desmon gave me all over my body. I chose to sleep to rest. ### I blinked several times, my body felt as if it had lost its soul. No, it''s not that I couldn''t control my body anymore, but I was just tired. A silhouette appeared in the corner of my eye, Desmon. I didn''t say anything and didn''t want to move anything. Eventually, I just closed my eyes again to continue my sleep. "How long are you going to sleep?" Desmon''s tone moved from low to high, "HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO SLEEP?" "Shut up..." I replied softly. Desmon had it easy; he could speak as loudly as he wanted without being heard by anyone else, but if I replied loudly, my mother would definitely hear it, "Yeah...yeah...I''m awake. What''s up?" "Don''t you want to hear my story?" Desmon raised and lowered his right eyebrow several times. "What?" Now I changed my position to sit at the edge of my bed. "Ryan. I got some interesting information about him." I immediately kicked Desmon out of my seat and took turns sitting in it. Meanwhile, Desmon stood up as he started to tell the story. ### First, I immediately went to my friends. Don''t take it personally, Robert. I do have friends, unlike you, sorry. I asked the exact same question to each of my friends. "Have you ever heard of someone named Ryan who attends tutoring at a place called ''Central Intellectual Assistant''?" I did this for several days, and I also posted it on Ghostube, just in case someone knew or was familiar with him or what I hoped for a companion ghost, also known as a ''Quoranic'' in my world. However, after waiting for a few days, I found so many absurd responses. Some insulted me, some told me to go to the tutoring center alone, and some even claimed to be Ryan. But don''t worry, I sorted through all those responses and found five that I believe are credible. Firstly, from my old friend Ghibrial. He said he saw someone leaving the tutoring center over a week ago, resembling the description I gave, but Ghibrial mentioned he never met that person again. The second response was from someone I recently met a few days ago. I''ll call them ''they'' not because it''s people, but it''s just one person, so you get what I mean, their name is Thiffano. They claimed to have seen Ryan at a school not far from the tutoring center. Relax, I''ve already visited that school, but I''ll tell you about it later. The third response was from a friend of a friend, a pretty girl. Maybe I should chat with her more. Anyway, back to the topic. She said she met someone resembling my description entering a house. I asked for the address, but she couldn''t remember the exact location, she only gave me the last location she remembered. We could trust this because the location given by the girl was close to the school mentioned by they and also near the tutoring center. When I said I would investigate, she stopped me, claiming the person had a protective spell. However, oddly enough, when I went to the location she provided and searched all the houses and buildings around it, I didn''t find any protective spell. FYI, ghosts can feel protective spells even from several tens of meters away. My conclusion about the girl''s statement is either she lied, or the person suspected to be Ryan removed the protective spell, or the person suspected to be Ryan has already moved away from that location. The fourth response I got was from an anonymous person on Ghostube. They said they once met someone resembling the description I mentioned at the hospital ¡ªthe same hospital you were treated at. The person suspected to be Ryan was seen conversing with a man in his thirties in one of the morgue rooms, according to the anonymous person. This statement from the anonymous person was the closest to reality. Because I immediately went to that hospital shortly after reading their post. And yes, I found the person suspected to be Ryan, but unfortunately, I only saw his back because something odd happened. The person I suspected to be Ryan suddenly disappeared after a passing car momentarily blocked my view, just like in movies. Lastly, the final statement I received from Ghostube. I forgot his name because he just replied to me a few hours ago. Actually, this ghost''s response isn''t related to Ryan except for their attitude, similar to Ryan''s as you described. He warned everyone to be careful because there''s a phantom in our area. Moreover, he instructed all Quoranics to notify their human friends with sight abilities to stay away. It wasn''t his request that felt strange to me. But he mentioned that there had been attacks of ghost curses performed by the phantom on humans. Besides, what added to the strangeness was when they informed that the person had survived even though the ghost curse still remained. Coincidence? How did they know? That''s what I''m pondering. By the way, before you ask me a lot of questions, let me continue my story. Besides asking for information about Ryan, I also asked some of my friends to check out your tutoring center, the area near your tutoring center, and the area at the school mentioned by Thiffano. Initially, I wanted to investigate the school myself. However, even before a single step, I almost lost control of my body. You know, my trauma still held me back. Even though I was still puzzled, why when we first met, when I lost control of my body, but managed to regain control afterward. But, back to the point. All the information my friends obtained gave no clues about Ryan, except for someone who looked a lot like Ryan at the school mentioned by Thiffano, but his name wasn''t Ryan, it was Ronald. My friend who investigated was quite certain that Ronald looked exactly like Ryan, except for the name difference. However, my friend said they didn''t see Ronald directly, it''s just that Ronald''s classmates showed a photo of Ronald because Ronald reportedly disappeared a few days after the phantom attack incident. Is Ryan actually Ronald? Or are they twin brothers? I''m still pondering that. Alright, that''s all I can tell you. What about you, Robert? What have you found? Are you looking for information about Ryan too? ### I told what I found on the internet to Desmon. Desmon confirmed the truth of the first two articles I read, while for the third article, Desmon just smiled. "Yarn and Ryan, don''t you realize their similarity?" Desmon still smiled when asking me. "What?" "Anagram. Don''t you know what anagrams are? Don''t you know Harry Potter?" "So outdated, the series you watch. Haven''t you watched the latest series in the ghost world?" I replied. "Oh my... what''s wrong with this era. Alright, let me explain. An anagram is basically a rearrangement of letters..." Desmon took a ghost book and a ghost pen and wrote down the name Ryan, "So, first, we write Ryan, then we change the order of the letters, let''s say the ''y'' becomes the first, followed by the ''a'' becoming the second, then the ''r'' becomes the third, while the ''n'' remains the same..." I didn''t need to hear Desmon''s further explanation to realize that Yarn had been Ryan all along. No wonder I felt something odd about the name Yarn, but how did Desmon know? How foolish of me. "Wow... you are indeed smart." I praised, applauding. "No, you''d realize it if you read Harry Potter." "Meaning watch it, right? I just praised your intelligence and you turn foolish again." "Seriously?" Desmon''s eyes widened as they looked at me with raised eyebrows. "What''s up? Are you just realizing you''re dumb?" Desmon slapped my forehead, "Harry Potter is a novel. Sure, Harry Potter was made into a movie and even a series, but those were adaptations of the novel. Oh my." "Sorry," I replied, "Can you wait for a moment? I want to get a drink." "Wait, hold on." I stopped my step right before I opened the bedroom door. "I just rechecked the name of the fifth person who replied to my Ghostube a few hours ago. Can you guess the name?" Desmon continued. I opened my mouth wider not because I was thirsty but because I understood Desmon''s conversation direction this time, "No, but it''s surely another anagram of Ryan." "He... he... You seem to have understood. Yup, you''re right. That account''s name was Nyar." "So, they''re all the same person." "Seems like it. But we have to investigate further." "Desmon, this is getting more interesting, but can you wait for a little bit? I''m really thirsty. I won''t take long." I immediately opened the door and headed to the kitchen without waiting for Desmon''s approval. #### Dr. Klio I hurriedly went down the stairs step by step. It''s unusual for me to feel this thirsty. My mouth feels like a leaf in autumn waiting to be blown away by the wind. Shit, I forgot to turn on the lights, and it turns out my mom hasn''t come back yet. I took a moment to peek out of the window when I reached the bottom of the last stair. It''s nighttime, a very dark night. I opened some curtains to at least get a bit of light so I could reach the switch and turn on the lights. If you''re wondering why I didn''t use voice commands like everyone else, the answer is because my mom refuses it. According to her, ghosts can mimic voices and play pranks using voice commands. So, in our house, everything is still manual, like going back a few decades. I navigated through the moonlit path in the middle of the quiet night, even quieter than usual. Usually, I could still hear kids playing. But now, it''s creepily silent, as if I''m an abandoned graveyard in the middle of a forest in a remote village in a country with few population, even on the moon might have been noisier than here. Finally, I reached the location of the switch and flicked it. Click. The lights instantly illuminated the entire room in my house. I made my way back to the kitchen, my original destination. I opened the refrigerator to get a drink. Somehow, something seemed off with my fridge''s settings, because I found everything frozen. I checked the settings screen but didn''t notice any error or configuration changes. I tried to stay calm. Yet, I just realized something odd. It all started with excessive thirst, then the pitch darkness, followed by silence, and now this freezing cold. The only thing left from the death aura described by Yarn or Ryan was the stink. My body was still under my control, but I was too afraid to move it. My mind continued to conflict. Was this really the death aura given off by the phantom? But how could the phantom know my house? Did they follow me? Why now? Why didn''t they reveal themselves when I spent days in the hospital? Is this a dream or the curse again? But I used the ghost salt Desmon gave me, didn''t it work? Is this just a coincidence? But four signs of the death aura happened in a row, or am I just paranoid? In the middle of the chaos in my mind and my body frozen in fear, I could only hope that Desmon would come here soon to help me. At least, if this is just my fear, Desmon''s presence is significant to dispel it. "Creak...." I quickly turned my body towards the suddenly open door of the house. There stood someone right before my eyes. That person managed to dispel my fear. Her presence brightened all the lights in my house, shattered the silence of the night, warmed and defrosted everything, and strangely enough, my thirst disappeared. "Robert, you''re not sleeping yet?" The person asked, now standing right at the door inside my house. I was safe. "Not yet. Mom just got home?" "Yes, by the way, Dr. Klio is here. Mom got a call from him earlier, and he said he wanted to check on your condition." My mom approached me. Every step she took brought warmth to my heart. "Where?" I tried to look for Dr. Klio by stretching my head out, but I couldn''t find him. Before my mom could answer, Dr. Klio revealed himself. Unlike at the hospital, Dr. Klio was now dressed more casually. "Hey, Robert. How''s your condition?" His face was full of smiles, but I could sense something amiss behind that smile. Something that hinted that he had successfully overcome or dispelled an extraordinary fear. The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. "Good." I replied briefly. "Do you still feel scared?" "A bit." "That''s good. Do you know how to overcome fear?" "Sorry for interrupting both of you. But, I need to go to my room to change." My mom cut me off right before I could say my first word, "Sorry, Doc." I could understand why my mom wanted to rush to change clothes, it seemed that way because of her soaking wet clothes. Did it rain earlier? Perhaps there was a heavy downpour, that''s why the air felt colder and the streets felt silent without kids playing outside. "Sure, ma''am. I apologize for coming late at night because I''ve been busy, so I only managed to check on your child''s condition now." Dr. Klio replied. I nodded without saying a word. But I''m sure my mom knew I permitted it because she immediately hurried off to her room. "So, Robert. Do you know how to overcome fear?" Dr. Klio asked again. "I don''t know, Doc. What''s the way?" "Life aura," her immediate response startled me. As if Dr. Klio knew about the death aura that scared me, logically to eliminate it, we must create a life aura. However, his next words made much more scientific sense, "So let me check your body''s condition, whether it exhibits a life aura or not." Dr. Klio didn''t say much while checking my body''s condition except asking a few related questions. It didn''t take long, even my mom hadn''t come down yet when Dr. Klio''s check-up was done. Dr. Klio quickly said goodbye to me and sent his regards to my mom, then he went home. My mom came when the sound of a vehicle, likely driven by Dr. Klio, was leaving our house. "Is it done?" my mom asked, looking more refreshed. My mom said she only changed clothes, but it seemed she had also taken a shower. "It''s done. Doctor Klio said he was in a hurry, so he left right away. Besides, mom said to changing clothes but why also taking a shower." "Sorry... I got caught in a heavy rain earlier, so I took a quick shower to avoid getting sick. I''m so sorry, but the doctor said you''re okay, right?" "I''m fine, Mom. I''m heading back to my room." "Me too, I''ll sleep in the room. Remember not to stay up late, as the doctor said..." I knew that listening to my mom''s advice would take another half-hour, especially if it''s about health. So, I just nodded and hurried back to my room. ### "Shit!!!" This was the first time Desmon had startled me since we became friends. It wasn''t typical of him to try and scare me like he did now, standing right behind my bedroom door. "You felt it, right?" Desmon asked, his eyebrows furrowed, waiting for confirmation of something he sensed from me. "The death aura?" I asked back to confirm it. "Yup. You too?" "Yeah." I gestured for Desmon to step aside from in front of me. After that, I entered, closed, and locked the door. "But everything disappeared after someone''s arrival. Because I was curious, I peeked out of the window. It seems you know that person, as I heard you both chatting in the living room." "Yes. He''s my doctor. Do you know him?" "No, but I felt as though he was dispelling that death aura, bringing life into this house." "So, you felt it too." I sat back in my chair. Too much had happened in such a short time that I forgot to get a drink, but it wasn''t a big deal now as my thirst had disappeared. "Actually, he also mentioned about the life aura that could overcome fear. I was suspicious before he finally explained the meaning of that life aura is to check my body" I continued, now leaning back against the chair. "It reminded me of what the Ghostube anonymous user said. Do you remember someone presumed to be Ryan meeting a man around thirty years old?" "Of course, I remember, but that man could be anyone, right? I mean, there are plenty of thirty-something-year-old men." "You have a point, but you need to know that not just anyone can enter the morgue room except for hospital staff, such as doctors." "Interesting, but there are still many male doctors around thirty." "Nevertheless, I suspect him, especially since he mentioned the life aura, and he glanced in my direction when I was peeping." I got up from the chair and leaned forward. I fell silent for a few seconds, as did Desmon. "It seems he does know something, just like Ryan," I said. "Both of them are indeed suspicious, and if they indeed met in the morgue, it''s even more suspicious. Do you know the doctor''s name?" "Doctor Klio." my reply, "But you know, Desmon, there''s one thing that confuses me more." "What is it?" "Why did the death aura come and disappear as soon as Dr. Klio arrived?" "If I had to guess, the death aura came because of the Phantom. But I don''t know how the phantom found us here. And why did the death aura disappear, indicating the Phantom had left just as Doctor Klio arrived? I''m puzzled too." We remained silent for a few moments. During that silence, there were several moments when either I or Desmon had wanted to say something, throw out an idea or thought about the possibilities of what was happening, but we had swallowed those back, keeping them to ourselves. We ended that night with big question marks that we couldn''t yet solve. However, we were confident that we would find the answers the next day. #### Phantom Pain in my legs continues to gnaw at me. Exhausted, cold, and unbearably thirsty, I had been running for who knows how long, yet the light remained far away. I wanted to stop for a moment just to catch my breath, but I couldn''t. They were still behind me. The clamor of wild animals, scavenger birds, and people seemingly out to kill me continued to echo behind me. Cold hands with sharp claws kept trying to touch my body. I could only keep running with all my might to evade them. But what were they, actually? I couldn''t answer or even think. There was only one thing I remembered, they had slashed my legs. Pitch darkness enveloped my surroundings. I couldn''t see anything around me at all, except for a beam of light in the distance. Oddly, no matter how fast or long I ran, the beam of light didn''t seem to enlarge to indicate that I was getting closer. It was as if I was running on a treadmill, going nowhere. Had I not been moving at all this whole time? I couldn''t answer or even think. There was only one thing I remembered, when I realized I was in a running position. Similarly, the foul odor was sharp and pierced my nose. How long had I been smelling that odor. It was so foul that it made my head spin and became overwhelmingly heavy. I had never in my life smelled anything so awful, even the scent of a landfill was far more pleasant than this foul odor. Every time I ran, the foul odor would disappear, only to be replaced by another foul odor. I''d lost count of how many kinds of foul odor I''d smelled all this time. What kind of odor was this, really? And where were they from? I couldn''t answer or even think. There was only one thing I believed, the odor never ended. I couldn''t take it anymore, I was very exhausted. Had the monsters stopped? No, the beam of light was still far away, and the foul odor continued to deaden my sense of smell. I only had two choices left, I thought. Death from exhaustion due to ceaseless running or death from being torn and slashed by those monsters because I stopped running. The first choice might sound lighter, I thought. So, I continued my run, getting stronger, more energetic, faster, and covering more distance with every step I took. I could be free, I could be free. The light is now getting larger. I''m almost there. It didn''t take long, I could see the incredibly bright light in front of me. The gateway to freedom from this darkness was just within reach. "Help!" A young woman''s scream, probably in her teens or early twenties, came from behind me. My run started to weaken, lost strength, slowed down, and the distance I covered with each step decreased. But the light, my gateway to freedom, remained larger. "Help!" That woman''s scream was heard again. I didn''t recognize the voice, not a friend, not a sibling, not a family, or anyone I''ve met before. Then, I was no longer running. Then, I was just walking quickly. The light of gateway to freedom was still visible, although it was no longer growing larger. "Help!" That woman''s scream was heard again, sounding closer and closer. My fear and desire to break free from this fear slowly faded each time I heard those screams. Then, I was no longer walking fast. Then, I was just walking. I could clearly see what was behind the gateway to freedom filled with soul-warming light. "Help!" The woman''s scream was heard again, now sounding very close. I felt the long, thin, cold fingers gripping my ankles. Then, I was no longer walking. Then, I was standing still. The light gradually dimmed, but I could still pass through it, just a step away before I was free. For some reason, my legs couldn''t move anymore. I desperately wanted to escape that deadly darkness towards the living light ahead. But I couldn''t. I looked at my feet and clearly saw two hands gripping my ankles tightly. I followed those hands to find their owner. Then, I could clearly see her arms, then her shoulders, and then her face. The woman''s face looked clean, without any spots or marks even though it was very pale. I looked into her shiny yet sad eyes, showing a mix of fear and despair. Her wide and trembling smile begged for help, for whatever scared her. I had never seen her face before, except for that familiar smile. It was as if I had seen that smile hundreds, no, even thousands of times. I felt confusion inside my heart. I didn''t know what to do. No one has ever asked for help from a loner and weird guy like me. I wanted to help her, but I was so afraid of losing the fading light ahead. "Help!" That wasn''t a scream anymore coming from his dry, thin mouth; it was just a faint trembling that sounded incredibly vulnerable. What should I have done? Helped her and figured out how we could save ourselves? Or left her and escaped through the narrow gap of light, carrying the constant weight of guilt in my heart. There was no time to think. I had to choose one. I knelt down, reached out with both of my hands, gripping the her hands. Unfortunately, when I lifted both of her arms to help her stand up so I could carry her, what I found was the opposite. Both of the her hands was cut off, and then I was just holding onto her arms. No time to scream, no time to think, no time to run. I fell into darkness. ### I opened my burning eyelids, blinded by the glaring light. My squinting eyes attempted to locate the source of the glaring light, but I found nothing except my messy, empty room with no one around. Somehow, the glaring light began to dim. I scanned my room once more, observing each corner. On the left, my study desk with an untidy chair ¡ªthere was Desmon, sleeping. Next to him was my bedroom door, the key hanging on it, uncertain if I had locked it. Shifting to my right, I found my gadgets and equipment. Lastly, I glanced toward the window situated on the upper right near my head. I had forgotten to close it. I blink my eyes a few times. I don''t know what I felt at that moment, but I feel like wanting to keep looking at every corner of my room over and over again. Maybe after about seven or eight times, my soul finally gathered, and I became aware that I could only move my eyes. My body was once again stiff. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. The light that had awakened me from my nightmare had disappeared; my room was surrounded in darkness. The hair on the back of my neck had turned into sharp thorns piercing my bed and pillows, gripping them tightly. Rows of hair on both my arms stood on end, just like on my legs. I consciously understand what''s happening, an unwelcome presence. The darkness surrounded my room, the silence within that darkness, the freezing cold from the open window, and now the sensation of thirst back. I hadn''t had a chance to drink earlier, because to Dr. Klio''s visit, so I could understand my thirst. Yet, the three other death auras still scare me. Only one remained, the foul odor. I hoped I hadn''t smelled the foul odor, at least for tonight. I hoped for a warm night, at least for tonight. I hoped for noise disturbing my sleep, at least for tonight. I hoped my lamp would shine so bright it pierced my eyes, at least for tonight. I hoped my thirst would disappear, at least until tomorrow morning. I closed my eyes once more. The desire to inspect every corner of my room returned. I don''t know why it was so hard to ignore this strange desire. Reluctantly, I slowly opened my eyes again. My wish came true. I don''t smell any bad odor. The cold of the night air was replaced by warmth throughout my body. The silence was broken by the barking of dogs. My lamp now shined brightly as usual. Now I can see clearly, my closed bedroom window and my study desk with an empty chair, neatly arranged. Was something odd? Of course, who had closed my bedroom window and tidied my desk, plus, where Desmon at? The oddity didn''t take long to be answered. A translucent woman was sitting on my belly. Beside her was Desmon, leaning against her shoulder. I couldn''t recognize her because her face was covered by thick hair. Yet, I knew who she was. The death aura that I thought had disappeared earlier turns out it hasn''t disappeared, it just transformed into the form of death itself. The translucent woman radiates her captivating aura, but at the same time also radiates a terrifying death aura. I could only hope this was all just a dream. A dream like the nightmares I''ve recently experienced, whether in the hospital or in my room a while ago. But, once again, I was wrong. The translucent woman moved her neck and head to face me. Yes, she was the ghost girl. However, her face was now more vibrant, though her appearance remained the same. Yet, the loss of paleness in her face made her look more human, except, of course, for being translucent. The ghost girl stared at me for a few minutes. I couldn''t look away from hers for several minutes either. Yet, our eyes didn''t exchange a word. Slowly but surely, the ghost girl''s mouth began to move. Slowly but surely, her eyes met mine. As far as I remembered, the last time the ghost girl looked at me and displayed her smile, I was frozen, and my nightmares began from that moment. So, without waiting for my brain to command me, I closed my eyes. I managed to shut my eyes and avoid eye contact with her. Yet, unfortunately, my wish to reopen my eyes emerged, and it was very difficult to ignore. Once again, I reluctantly opened my eyes. And once again, I made eye contact with her. The ghost girl smiled at me again. But unlike before, I felt a warm sensation behind her smile. "Thank you," those words came out in a faint tremble from her still-smiling lips. ### "Hey, are you awake now?" Desmon''s voice brought me out of my strange dream. "Yes" I replied casually. I knew Desmon was still talking to me, his voice was clear. However, I ignored it. The recent incident was truly disturbing. No, it didn''t make me scared anymore, Instead, I''m now confused. I got up from my bed. My body felt fresh again, and the paralysis I experienced before seemed completely gone. I walked around my room, checking something I wasn''t sure about or searching for what, I couldn''t identify. "Um... Robert? Are you paying attention to me?" Desmon''s annoying face suddenly appeared right in front of me out of nowhere. Again, I ignored him. But now, I wasn''t checking anything. I just sat on my chair. "Robert? You''re Robert, right? Hello!" It was Desmon''s annoying face again. "Yeah... yeah... what''s up?" I grumbled. "You haven''t been listening to me? What''s wrong with you?" "Did you feel something strange?" "The death aura, you mean? I''ve been telling you about that," Desmon was flying into the ceiling of my room. He loved lying there, claiming it gave him an easy view of my entire room. So, if anything odd, like a ghost trying to intrude and disturb me happened, he could easily prevent it. Thanks for that, but I felt uneasy when he did that while I was lying in my bed. "Yeah, but it''s more than that." I told Desmon about what happened in my dream, the same one I had while I was in the hospital, except for a woman who asked for my help. My story continued with the recent event ¡ªwhether a dream or reality, I didn''t know. The appearance of the ghost girl, I tried to explain to Desmon how odd it was. Initially, I felt fear, but the ghost girl''s smile was different, not as terrifying as at the tutoring center. However, no matter how I explained it to Desmon, he was as confused as I was. Either he was confused by my complicated explanation or because the ghost girl didn''t fit the typical description of a Phantom we knew so far. "I felt her death aura so strongly," Desmon''s eyes still wide, although I could sense he was trying to suppress his tone to avoid sounding scared. "But seriously, did I lean on that ghost girl?" "Seriously, like a couple." We continued our conversation with some jokes and attempts to scare each other. But still, we were puzzled as to why the phantom which was reported to be highly dangerous, came to us and even thanked us without leaving any sign of danger. "It seems like only Ryan can help explain all this. But where did that kid go?" Desmon blurted out in the middle of his joke about dating that ghost girl, saying it''s interworld dating. "Actually, besides Ryan, there''s one more person we forgot, but maybe she also know about it." I tried to put on a serious face, but whether it worked or not, I couldn''t tell. "Who?" "Chloe. The ghost girl had been staring at Chloe all the time, but since the incident at the tutoring center, the ghost girl hasn''t been seen with Chloe." "Wait...how do you know?" Desmon''s eyebrows shot up. "You mentioned earlier that you asked your ghost friends to visit my tutoring center, right?" "Yeah, and?" "They really did it, right?" "Of course. Why?" "They really entered that tutoring center. Did they meet Chloe?" "They definitely entered the tutoring place. I saw them entering the tutoring center myself. But whether they met Chloe or not, I don''t know. What''s this all about?" "If you personally saw it, did you see Chloe? Even from a distance?" "I saw her. Seriously, Robert, what''s going on?" "You didn''t feel the death aura from the phantom at all?" Desmon fell silent for a while, while I just smiled. Is this what it feels like to be the smart one? Is this what Desmon feels every time he teaches me something? "So, you mean the phantom has disappeared from Chloe?" Desmon asked, although his eyebrows weren''t raised anymore. But his face still showed his confusion to me. "Exactly, the ghost girl isn''t by Chloe anymore." "So, what does that have to do with us asking Chloe? Clearly, she can''t see it. Chloe also doesn''t show any odd behavior." "That''s precisely the oddity." I replied in a short and brief way, causing confusion for Desmon, I was sure. "Oh...I get it. Chloe has been constantly stared at and followed by that phantom, so she should feel disturbed by her presence, including sensing her death aura. But so far, Chloe has just been silent, as if nothing''s happening." Desmon didn''t seem as foolish as I thought. "Yes, exactly. Ryan seems suspicious, but he seems to sense the presence of the ghost girl in our tutoring class. Our tutors take shifts because they specialize in teaching one subject within their expertise, so perhaps they haven''t sensed the presence of the ghost girl yet. Meanwhile, Chloe, she''s always been with the ghost girl in the tutoring center all the time, at least how could she not feel the ghost girl''s presence? Isn''t that odd?" Desmon nodded in agreement. "So, it seems like we agree to focus our search on Chloe?" I suggested. "It''s better not to. We still need Ryan because he seems to understand phantom the most. Chloe, we''re unsure if she can see ghosts or not. So, you''re the only one who can interact with Chloe. Can you do it?" How stupid of me. I was used to interacting with two creatures at once, humans and ghosts, so I thought they were the same. I didn''t realize that Desmon was a ghost too, and Chloe was a human. Clearly, Chloe couldn''t see ghosts unless she had abilities like mine. The main issue now was how I could interact with Chloe without appearing weird to her. Actually, I didn''t care if I was considered weird by anyone, but from my experience, I learned that weirdo were often avoided by others. Because I wanted to dig for information from Chloe, I had to maintain my relationship with her for as long as possible, so I couldn''t look weird. In simpler terms, I couldn''t be myself. I had to change. Shit. If only I had human friends, this would probably be much easier. I had no other choice, I was now completely consumed by curiosity about who and what the purpose of that ghost girl was. "I''ll try." I replied. #### Last Contact, First Contact About four years ago, that was my last memory when I dared to have a conversation with a girl other than my family. At that time, I was working on a school project. I wasn''t alone, of course. Like any other school project, this one was meant to emphasize teamwork, or at least that''s what the school expected. My group consisted of five people, three boys and two girls. The two boys in my group were named Dani and Alax, and the two girls were Xhelone and Shappire. Dani and Alax were like true best friends. Whatever they did, they did it together ¡ªwhether it was eating, going to the restroom, skipping school, or not participating in group work. Yes, they often skipped group work, leaving me with just two girls to complete our project. Xhelone seemed diligent, at least in my opinion, because she always submitted all her school assignments on time, even though I never saw her working on them. However, Xhelone really helped us in completing our project by doing Dani and Alax''s parts as well, of course it required more time for her. Shappire was different from Xhelone. She wasn''t diligent, quite lazy in fact. She often submitted her school assignments late or sometimes didn''t submit them at all. However, what stood out the most and what both I and the teachers admired was her intelligence. We were lucky to have Shappire because she greatly assisted us in completing our project. The first meeting was a little awkward for me, being the only boy in the group. However, Shappire made it easy. Everyone received their tasks, allowing me to focus solely on my work without having to worry too much about interacting excessively with Shappire or Xhelone. On the other hand, Xhelone also seemed a bit awkward, but she could easily lighten the atmosphere, especially with Shappire. I thought maybe it was easier because they both were girls, but thinking about it again, it doesn''t seem so because I still couldn''t lighten the atmosphere as easily even with other boys. The next meetings went smoothly as well. Until one time when Xhelone was absent, not only from school but also from our project work. That day, Xhelone was absent from school again, but this time she returned to work with us. It was then that I saw a weak old man standing next to her, gently patting her head. Xhelone immediately explained the presence of the old man next to her ¡ªnot directly, of course. She probably didn''t even know that there was a ghost next to her. However, She explained that her absence was because of her grandfather''s recent passing, the grandfather who loved her the most. Too obvious, right? I tried my best to avoid eye contact with Xhelone''s grandfather, even avoiding looking at Xhelone. But it was hard to ignore something that you could see but others couldn''t. The following days, I kept doing the same thing, avoiding looking at Xhelone. I knew and I can say for sure that both Shappire and Xhelone noticed my changed behavior. It became evident with the rumors that were spreading between Shappire and Xhelone, implying that I might have disliked Xhelone. To prevent adding suspicion or spreading their gossip, or even worse, creating new rumors about why I didn''t want to look towards Xhelone, I had to glance at Xhelone from time to time. Turns out, the choice I made was really RoB. I don''t know where that idiom comes from, but its meaning turned out to be accurate for me. Maybe you''ve heard it before, but if not, let me explain a little. Imagine you''re in a restroom, and someone offers you a red tissue or a blue tissue. If you choose the red tissue, you''ll be stabbed to death by the ghost. But if you choose the blue tissue, you''ll be strangled to death by the ghost. In essence, no matter which tissue you choose, you''ll die. It was exactly like my situation, right? If I chose not to look at Xhelone, the rumors would spread, and I would gain a bad reputation. But if I chose to look at Xhelone, what happened was, would it be me making eye contact first with Xhelone''s grandfather, or even worse, Xhelone''s grandfather recognizing my ability. Then, the grandfather who loved his granddaughter so much would start talking to me. Responding to or ignoring Grandpa Xhelone''s words also proved the idiom "Red or Blue" for me. If I chose to ignore him, he could escalate by disturbing me or even harming me, possibly taking control of my body. However, if I respond to him, he''d probably get hooked and keep talking to me all the time or even ask for help in communicating something to Xhelone. Although I hadn''t experienced it at that time, many people in Ghostpedia had shared such experiences. And it was true. I looked at Xhelone, and unintentionally, I made eye contact with her grandfather. After that, Xhelone''s grandfather spoke to me about many things. I tried my best to respond without being noticed by Xhelone and Shappire. Everything was going smoothly so far, even though the two of them looked at me differently, as if I were a person with a mental disorder. However, that situation changed when Xhelone''s grandfather asked me to tell something to Xhelone. I repeatedly declined, but he seemed determined to try to take over my body to tell it himself. So, reluctantly, I accepted it. The message was simple and common, so I thought it would be safe to tell. "Eat a lot, drink plenty of water, get plenty of rest, take vitamins, study hard, and pray a lot." That was the message, quite common, right? I wrote it on a piece of paper. I intended to tell the message to Xhelone in two ways. The first was to tell her directly. The function of the letter was for me to memorize it. The second way was just to give her the letter. I thought the second method was much easier and required minimal interaction, making it safer. So, when Xhelone and I were alone, I quickly gave her the paper. Fortunately, she accepted it without saying much. I immediately continued working on that project again. "Who is this message from, Robert?" Xhelone asked. Without thinking too much, and because my mind was back focused on the school project, I simply answered, "Your grandfather, Nhiel." Xhelone immediately ran away to hide. I was confused about what happened. But it was explained when Shappire arrived. Xhelone warned Shappire to stay away from me, saying I was friends with a demon. Xhelone was so sure because the message on the paper was exactly the same advice that her grandfather always gave her. I thought it was exactly the same if indeed Xhelone''s grandfather had given that advice. But my mistake was not in the message itself. After reading it, Xhelone didn''t run away, if you remember. Xhelone also added another piece of evidence that I was friends with a demon because I knew her grandfather''s name was Nhiel even though Xhelone never mentioned her grandfather''s name to anyone. I''m screwed. Shit, Nhiel. Since then, nobody wanted to be close to me, and some of them were even scared just by looking at me. I was isolated in school because of that, and I ended up having no friends. There were a few who had been my friends, but it ended because they either bullied me, used me, or were disapproved by their parents. Like my friend named Hekael, his parents even transferred him abroad so that he couldn''t meet me again. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. Since then, I became even more isolated than before, more solitary. Especially with girls, I hardly ever talked to them again, except when necessary at school, and even then, they were afraid, and some even fainted. ### That day, I managed to convince my mother to let me attend my tutoring session. Not forgetting, I also asked Desmon to come along with me. Desmon actually suggested bringing one of his female ghost friends to help me communicate with Chloe. I didn''t refuse, but for some reason, whether human or ghost, all women still didn''t want to be friends with me. This made me anxious again, but Desmon encouraged me once more. "It''s easy, just say what you''re thinking. Be yourself, but don''t talk about ghosts," Desmon''s advice, which we both knew was a clich¨¦ advice that might be correct less than one percent of the time. During the trip, I planned, arranged, practiced, revised, replanned, rearranged, practiced again, and revised again the opening line I would use when introducing myself to Chloe. The rhythm of my heartbeat echoed loudly, similar to the sound of war drums in my ears. I was sitting in the front seat beside my mother in the car, in the midst of a not-too-scorching yet non-rainy midday. However, I could feel the flow of water rushing rapidly from my wrist towards my palm like water streaming from a mountain to a lake. I didn''t know what I wanted to do or what goal I wanted to achieve. But I had been continuously tapping my hands on my knees. Even now, the knee part of my pants looked as if it had spilled water. I was nervous. Extremely nervous. And I knew it. Not only me, but Desmon also knew it. "Relax, buddy. Relax. You want to meet a girl, not a phantom," Desmon''s attempts to calm me down only made me more anxious. It was useless. "Are you okay, honey?" My mother asked, noticing my state, which I hadn''t been aware of. "Nervous," I replied shortly. "Do you want to go back? It''s okay if you want to go back, I can turn around." "No need, Mom. Let''s just move," I said, trying to smile at my mother, although I wasn''t sure if I was smiling or displaying a different expression, "As I said, if I miss tutoring, I could fall behind in all my lessons. So let''s just go to the tutoring center, okay?" "Okay. But wipe your sweat first." I did what my mother asked, but the sweat kept flowing. ### When at the tutoring classroom, there was only me. Both of us already knew Ryan had disappeared somewhere, while Chloe seemed to be running late. It had been twenty minutes since the session started, and there was still no sign of Chloe. Was she not coming? Or had she quit the tutoring? But if she had quit, why was her name mentioned on the attendance list? I didn''t know. Forty minutes had passed, and there were only twenty minutes left before the session ended, yet Chloe hadn''t shown up. My nervousness began to fade when there was still no sign of Chloe''s presence. My tutoring session finally ended with Chloe''s absence. Where did she go? Did she disappear like Ryan? Or maybe she just had some ''ordinary'' urgent matters? I didn''t know. Actually, from what I observed ¡ªif I remember correctly, Chloe wasn''t the type who enjoyed studying. Going to school or tutoring might just be for her to find friends. So after several days of both Ryan and me not being here, maybe she felt like she didn''t have any friends here, so she decided not to come anymore. Who knows? After my tutoring session ended without Chloe''s presence, I lost all enthusiasm for the next session. Remember, my goal was to meet Chloe to find out about the ghost girl. So because my goal wasn''t achieved, I decided to go home. Before leaving, I messaged my mom to ask for a pickup and, of course, the reason why I didn''t want to attend the second session. I could have gone home by myself, and usually, I did go home without being picked up. But I had already promised my mom to ask for a ride in exchange for her allowing me to attend the tutoring. My mom was still worried about me. But without her knowing, I was actually kind of looking for trouble by trying to find out about that ghost girl, which people and Desmon considered very dangerous. Rebellious? While waiting, I browsed the internet for more information about the phantom. Nothing was trustworthy, and many wrote nonsense about the phantom. Why was information about the phantom so hard to find? I didn''t know. "Sorry, the session is over, right?" The voice of the girl came from the door. She was still wearing vibrant-colored clothes, but this time more towards red and green. "Y... yes...," It seemed like there was a slight nervous system disorder from my brain to my mouth. "Hm... You''re Robert, right?" The girl continued as she stepped forward, step-by-step of her long and slim legs. "Y-yes..." My nervous system disorder got worse. It seemed like I needed to see a doctor. "Oh, hey. How are you? Where have you been? Haven''t been here for a long time? I thought you were smart, that''s why you didn''t come to the tutoring." The girl then took a chair in front of my table, turned around it, and sat down. Now we were talking face-to-face, closer. When I looked closely, the girl wore two layers of clothing. The first layer was shiny and yellowish-white, while the second layer was made of quite thick fur ¡ªdidn''t she feel hot? The accessories she wore was quite varied, from rings on both her ring fingers and one on the middle finger of her right hand, bracelets on both her wrists, and a necklace around her neck. But they all had one thing in common: they were all made of sparkling gems or glass ¡ªI didn''t really understand accessories. Besides the accessories, I could clearly see she was using earphones in her right ear. I didn''t know what she was listening to, but from this close, I could hear the music she was playing, although very faintly in my ears. Her aroma was quite soothing, with a blend of citrus, lavender, and rosemary. But there was one thing familiar about the girl''s face. Her eyes seemed like someone who was still sleepy but had to wake up because something was important, especially the dark bluish area beneath her eyes. Her smile was also sweet but seemed forced. Maybe she didn''t actually want to go to tutoring, but her parents forced her to. "Do you want an orange?" She offered, peeling an orange. "Eh, no thank you." The nervous system disorder was fixed. Somehow, seeing her comfortably talking to me without fear made me feel comfortable as well. "So, how?" "How? What do you mean?" "Ah... You didn''t pay attention to people talking earlier? I asked earlier, how are you? Where have you been? Haven''t been here for a long time? I thought you were smart, that''s why you didn''t come to the tutoring." "Oh... Sorry... I didn''t hear it earlier. I was..." Before I could answer, she interrupted me. "Not hearing or mesmerized by looking at me?" Again, her smile looked sweet, but this time it didn''t seem forced. "Uh..." What should I say? Yes or no? Would she be offended if I said no? Would she actually be offended if I said yes? "Hahaha... I was just kidding, go ahead and answer." "Hehe..." I laughed along, but very softly, "So, I''m okay for now. Before, I was sick, so I couldn''t attend the tutoring." "Oh, really? What kind of illness?" "I don''t know, I forgot the disease''s name." Honestly, I didn''t know if I forgot or if Dr. Klio hadn''t told me the disease''s name. "Well, thank goodness you''re recovered and back here. Unlike Ryan, he just left without a word. So, it''s just me. And it''s not good to study alone, you know why?" "Why did Ryan leave? Or why is it not good to study alone?" "Just ignore him. I also don''t really like him, he''s too mysterious and weird." "Weird, why?" "I said just ignore him, why you ask about him?" "Sorry... I was just curious because it''s been a long time since I haven''t been here, so maybe there''s some info I missed." "By the way, do you have an FWC account? Maybe you can add me, so we can chat later?" The girl asked while taking out her rollable smartphone. "Sure, here''s my account name..." I shared my account and added hers to my friends list. This was the first time someone asked for my social media account. Even she looked confused because the number of my friends was less than ten, judging from her slightly raised eyebrows when seeing my profile on FWC. We continued our conversation on the topics of the subjects I had missed. Opposite to my previous assumptions, this girl was very smart. How could she not be smart, she could memorize and explain complicated formulas and theories. So, why was she attending tutoring? My earlier assumption seemed to be correct, she was just looking for friends at tutoring. Without realizing, we had been chatting for more than 20 minutes, equivalent to eating 8 oranges. How did I know? Because the girl herself counted how many oranges she had finished. "Sorry, the oranges are gone. So I''ll go to the cafeteria first." She said. I glanced at my smartwatch for a moment, which blinked. Turns out, it was a message from my mom saying she''s arrived. "Sure, I also want to go home, my mom has come to pick me up." "Oh, Alright. So, goodbye, Robert." She waved her hand with a smile. "Bye, Chloe." #### On The Bridge I officially added a new schedule to my daily routine. Apart from playing games, watching movies, reading books, browsing the internet ¡ªespecially Ghostpedia, and chatting with Desmon, aside from my duties as a student such as going to school, studying, or more precisely, doing school assignments and attending tutoring sessions, now I also chat with Chloe. Chloe is quite cool, she doesn''t make me feel like I''m a weirdo. In fact, Chloe is someone who doesn''t judge others. If you remember, I assumed she was someone who just wanted to find a friend. And I was right. So, the day after we became friends on FWC, I accidentally once mentioned that Chloe was my first friend. Even though I had other friends before her, but everything changed when someone called me weird. Chloe replied that she doesn''t think anyone is weird just because they''re different. That''s when Chloe started telling me about how she had met and befriended many people from various different backgrounds such as different cities, countries, nationalities, beliefs, races, economic classes, and education levels. Chloe even mentioned having friends from different worlds. Different worlds? Do you think that refers to the ghost world? I also thought about that, but apparently not. The world Chloe meant was a gaming world, a kind of Virtual World game where you play a character in that world and interact with other people and NPCs entirely controlled by AI. "How was it? Did you already tell him?" Desmon asked, appearing behind me without me noticing. When I shared Chloe''s story about her being open-minded, Desmon urged me to be completely honest with Chloe and tell her that I can see ghosts. How rude, indeed. Actually, Desmon knows clearly when was the last time someone else found out I can see ghosts, I''ve told him that multiple times. Can''t he understand that I have some sort of trauma or fear about what might happen if others know about my ability to see ghosts? What if I tell him to go to school? Will his school trauma not show up? Annoying. But on the other hand, I understand. That ghost girl, or phantom, hasn''t just been bothering me but has also scared Desmon. A ghost being scared by a phantom? Sounds quite weird. At least, even though we might not be free from phantom''s bother or fears, if we get to know it better, perhaps we can adapt. It''s similar to my ability, I can''t be free from ghost bother or fears because of this vision, but now that I''ve gotten to know ghosts better, I''ve not only adapted but even made a ghost my friend. And one way for us to get to know phantom is by gathering information about it. Unfortunately, we only have two most reliable sources regarding phantom ¡ªthough this isn''t certain yet. The first way is to ask Ryan, but unfortunately, we lost track of Ryan. The second way is to ask Chloe. So, I understand why establishing communication with Chloe has become so important here. Therefore, Desmon urged me to hurry up and tell Chloe that I can see ghosts, so I can start asking about that ghost girl. But Desmon''s rushed attitude could backfire if after I tell her about my ability, Chloe ends up distancing herself from me. "Yeah, wait. Hold on a sec," I declined. "Why is it taking so long? If you said she''s open-minded, it shouldn''t be a problem. You know we''re running out of time before that phantom returns, right?" Desmon grumbled while turning my chair around. I looked into Desmon''s eyes, he seemed angry. "But you also can''t answer, what if after I tell her, she just distances herself? We''ve lost Ryan. So, let''s not lose Chloe." "How long are you going to wait? We could be killed by the phantom if you keep delaying." "Okay, okay. After school, I''ll tell her. I''ll think about how to tell her at school." I got up from my chair, and when I saw my mom had taken out her car, a sign she was ready to take me to school. "Alright, I''ll come with you," said Desmon. "No. You just search for information about Ryan. Let me handle Chloe," I requested. I immediately left the room and closed the door, I didn''t need to wait for Desmon''s approval. ### My school is located in a different sector, although the distance isn''t too far. My school is located in the Les Cervelle Rose sector, which, because it was too hard to say, many people refer to as Lecer or just LCR. Lecer is known for its traffic jam, despite having almost no permanent residents in the sector. After World War III, Lecer was repurposed exclusively as an academic area where the center of knowledge resides. So, you can understand that my school is top-tier school, which means the burden I carry is quite heavy. Normally, the trip from home to school takes about 15 minutes if we can access the school''s exclusive lanes. But if those lanes are closed or under maintenance, like today, it takes around 40 minutes because we have to go through the main public bridge that connects many sectors. But today seems different. The streets appear much more congested, almost at a standstill. I looked in every direction ¡ªfront, back, left, right, up, down¡ª everything was filled with vehicles heading to their own destinations. It''s not usually this congested unless it''s a long weekend or holiday season. My mom has made more than two calls already since we started moving again, but it didn''t last long. The roads were at a complete standstill. But even with thousands of vehicles, I sensed silence. No honking or the typical sounds of vehicles. Yeah, all vehicles today were definitely noiseless, but there are still people who have mental disorder that make their vehicles very noisy. I turn off my mom''s car AC after I see her rubbing her body and smoke coming out of her mouth. I also felt this coldness starting to bother me. But isn''t cold air better than hot air when you''re in a closed space? Heat would make it harder to breathe. About ten minutes after being stuck on the bridge and after my mom had called five people, she decided to take a quick nap until we were out of the bridge, so she activated the autopilot. I usually use trip time to get some extra sleep, but right now, I don''t need it. What I need is extra time to find information about that ghost girl. I''ve assigned Desmon to search for information about Ryan, so my task is simply to chat with Chloe. Unfortunately, Chloe is currently inactive on FWC. So, I''m just looking out for the traffic jam, who knows, I might find the source of this unusual congestion. I looked out the window to my right. Big dark clouds were moving toward us, a sign of heavy rain ¡ªor even a storm if the clouds were that massive¡ª is about to happen. Luckily, I''ve prepared all the necessary equipment to face the storm, from raincoat to an umbrella drone and an waterproof bag. The movement of those clouds is super fast, not like how clouds usually move. From the distance and speed, I predicted that we''d be hit by that rainstorm while still on this bridge. Of course, the air will get colder. Of course, we''re stuck in traffic longer because vehicles tend to slow down when it''s dark and raining heavily. The AI sensors aren''t advanced enough to see through both darkness and heavy rain. Shit. I should have arrived about twenty minutes ago. I know I''m definitely going to be late for school, but I received an announcement from my school app notification that the school''s start time was delayed by thirty minutes due to the traffic. But even with the delay, I''ll still be late, maybe even miss the first class. My initial plan was, upon arrival at school, to have about 10 minutes before the first class bell rings, so I could order food and eat in class. I really miss the taste of the ramyeon sold by the Korean aunties. But all my plans were canceled because of this congestion. And shit, now I''m feeling hungry because I haven''t eaten anything this morning. The autopilot slowly moved our car forward whenever there was a gap. Although we could have gotten a few gaps, but because our car''s autopilot had a low-level priority, we had to give way to other cars whose autopilot had a higher priority. We were finally close to getting off the bridge after being there for about 25 minutes. The big dark clouds carrying the heavy rainstorm were just a few meters away from where my car was, but the rain had already started pouring heavily. The cold air and darkness began covering us, plus the silence of the autopilot cars. And my stomach started growling, demanding food. Our car''s autopilot was turned off, and my mom was now fully awake to take over driving again. Just a few minutes before my mom and I entered the empty lane toward my school, just moments before we were free from this traffic jam. I, who had been looking around, saw an odd sight, and right then, all the hair on my body stood on end. Not just one or two, but I saw about a dozen eerie black figures, far back between the bridge''s center. These black figures faced toward my left side area, that still bright before it was covered by the dark clouds. "BOOOMM!!" A white lightning bolt struck behind us. It was blinding, so I couldn''t pinpoint its exact location. The sound was deafening, and I could even feel the vibrations in our car. When my eyes and ears began to recover from that terrifying lightning, I noticed that some car windows were shattered. Even our car''s window had cracked. I realized something odd from behind us, exactly from the direction of those black figures, so I looked back at them. Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. Now, I could clearly recognize one person. She stood, or more exactly, flew above the car. Her hand pointed forward as if commanding the black figures to leave or attack something. The girl''s clothing wasn''t like usual, which is vibrant and full of colors, but now she was wearing dark and quite tight clothes that showed off her body curves. When she turned her face toward me ¡ªwhether she actually looked in my direction or not¡ª I could clearly see her face, confirming my assumption that the girl was none other than Chloe. What''s happening? What is Chloe doing there? Who are the mysterious black figures? And, most importantly, am I the only one seeing them? Or can everyone else see them too? I turned my gaze to the left, curious about where Chloe was directing those black figures. What I found was even more shocking, Ryan. There was no mistaking it, that was Ryan, the one Desmon and I had been looking for. He seemed surrounded by the black figures. But it wasn''t just Ryan, he was accompanied by a few others. They all seemed to be in some kind of fight. What''s happening here? Who are they, really? Are they just ordinary teenagers? Are they secret agents or superhumans? Is there some sort of secret war going on like in movies? I can''t be sure. Especially since lightning kept striking, worrying my mom. So, when my mom saw the chance for us to be free from the traffic and enter the lane toward my school, she took it without hesitation. Then, she pressed the accelerator as hard as she could. We sped away from all those strange events or the secret war between Chloe and her shadowy forces against Ryan and his friends ¡ªmaybe that''s what was really happening, hehe. But among all the questions swirling in my head and the confusion about what really happened, at least I could answer one question. I''m the only one who can see them, or at least my mom clearly couldn''t see them because she kept talking about the lightning, rain, cracked car window, and our lateness to school. Not a single mention of the black figures, the person flying, or the battle Ryan was facing. Who exactly are you, Chloe? And who exactly are you, Ryan? ### Thankfully, my school is very understanding. All classes before the first break were canceled because almost all students and teachers were stuck in traffic. So, I had time to grab some food before the next class started. I couldn''t understand what my teacher was teaching at all. Maybe it was because I was stupid, or my mind was filled with Chloe and Ryan and what happened to both of them. My social studies teacher was replaced by an economics teacher, but my mind remained unchanged. I was still thinking about the incident at the bridge earlier, so much so that I didn''t pay attention during the economics class either. The second break bell ring. My teacher was the first to leave the classroom, followed by my schoolmates one by one. Now, there was only me alone inside the classroom. I really wished Desmon could be here. There were so many things I wanted to tell him and ask him. But I knew he couldn''t enter the school as long as he still had his trauma. Actually, Desmon wasn''t entirely unable to enter the school. If you remember, my first meeting with Desmon happened at my school. I once asked Desmon about it, and he answered. According to Desmon, he wasn''t entirely in control at school. In fact, he had previously harmed some students before I came. Desmon also emphasized that he could have harmed my friends, Ken and Nevo, if it hadn''t been for my presence that drew his attention. So, my presence saved Ken and Nevo. Based on Desmon''s story, I think Desmon could enter the school grounds as long as I accompanied him, because my presence could draw his attention and prevent him from losing control. But Desmon refused, especially considering that after the incident with Ken and Nevo, everyone at school, including my teachers, blamed me for the students Desmon had hurt. Perhaps it left an impact on Desmon, and he still feels guilty towards me. I sat quietly for a few minutes in the empty classroom. With no friends around, I opened my smartphone to message Chloe, trying to find out what she had actually been doing on the inter-sector bridge earlier that morning. However, my chat history with Chloe suddenly disappeared. Not only that, Chloe was no longer friends with me. Even when I searched for Chloe''s account, it was as if her account never existed on FWC. This only added more questions in my head about who the real Chloe was. As I couldn''t gather information through Chloe, whose account suddenly disappeared. I decided to browse Ghostpedia. But only the homepage loaded before my smartphone suddenly shut off at the same time as the school''s power outage. Seeing the dark classroom conditions, I couldn''t understand why everything became so dark even though it was still daytime. I knew there was still sunlight, but it felt insufficient to lit up my classroom. I stood up to leave the classroom, but a cold hand grasped my shoulder as I did. The hand pushed me back into my seat. The owner of the hand, with a pale yet somewhat colorful face, walked past me, moved the chair in front of my table, turned it around, and sat on it. "Hi, Robert." Her voice sounded alive, unlike before, when it was terrifying, almost ghost-like. But this time, her voice sounded more human. "Yo... you..." I struggled to put my words together, still in disbelief at what I was seeing. But at least I could move, especially my index finger, which I pointed at the ghost girl. "Yes, my name is Leina. We''ve met before, but this is the first time I''ve been able to talk, although briefly. So, I''ll get straight to the point. I want to thank you for saving me from the clutches of that cursed girl''s influence. Be careful of her because her deceit is much stronger than you can imagine. If you need something, don''t hesitate to call me." The ghost girl, or Leina as she introduced herself, spoke in a bit of a rush. Maybe she couldn''t speak freely to me because the phantom dimension and the human dimension are different. I wasn''t entirely sure. However, one thing for sure, now Desmon and I could get rid of Chloe and Ryan first because I already got the main source of information, Leina, or the ghost girl herself. Leina gave me a transparent paper, even more transparent than the items Desmon had in the ghost world. Perhaps it''s true that the connection between the phantom world is more closed off compared to the Ghost world, so items from the phantom world are much harder to feel and see. After giving me the paper, Leina disappeared again. Just before disappearing, I could still see her smile. The same smile as before, but this time much sweeter. Leina disappear, leaving warmth in my body and maybe throughout the entire classroom. However, she also left something puzzling, especially her words about the cursed girl. Who is the cursed girl Leina referred to? Is that cursed girl the one who had trapped Leina, turning her into a ghost girl or a terrifying phantom? Then what deceitful powers does the cursed girl possess, which Leina warned me about? It seems I have to ask Leina about this directly, but not now. Desmon also needs to know about this, so I called Leina later at my house. Right now, I just wanted to open the paper given by Leina to see if there were any specific requirements to call her, or maybe the paper actually had something else on it. As I was opening the paper from Leina, the power came back on. The voices of my classmates became closer, and right on time, the bell rang again, signaling the next class was about to begin. I continued to unfold Leina''s paper, there were only two folds. Strangely, the paper had nothing written on it, completely blank. I wondered if the ink was also transparent, making it hard for me to see, or if the paper was truly blank. Whatever it was, I couldn''t confirm it right now, as my classmates had started entering the classroom. So, I just folded the paper back and put it in my pants pocket. ### The bell rang ten minutes ago, but my mom hadn''t arrived yet. I glanced at the sky in every direction, there were no signs of dark clouds like this morning. The late afternoon sky was clear with a refreshing breeze. Shortly after, I spotted the lights of my mom''s car from the end of the street. As the car arrived, I immediately got in. Inside the car, I saw my mom sitting in the driver''s seat, talking on the phone while her hands were busy tapping the screen on the dashboard to activate the autopilot control towards our home. Unexpectedly, in the back seat, sat Desmon with a ghost girl whom I guessed was his friend he mentioned before. Without needing a signal or listening to Desmon, I knew I had to ignore their presence because my mom was there. So, I remained silent. "What''s wrong, honey? Did you see a ghost?" my mom asked. She had finished her phone call. "Nothing''s wrong." "Okay. Are you ready?" "Yes." We left my school and headed home. During the trip, my mom and I chatted ¡ªexactly, I stayed quiet while my mom kept talking non-stop¡ª about her workload, which was overwhelming and left behind because to severe morning traffic. The congestion had even made it to the news portals on various platforms and media. Meanwhile, Desmon and the ghost girl were talking about something not sneakily or whispering, but their voices were too soft compared to my mom''s voice and the radio''s sound. So, I could only faintly hear their conversation. I signaled with my hand to get Desmon''s attention, but it seemed unnecessary because after my mom finished venting all her work-related issues, she fell asleep. Meanwhile, our car continued to drive on autopilot control. I made sure my mom was really asleep before speaking to Desmon. But as usual, Desmon immediately started talking even while I was checking on my mom. "Hey, Robert. Did you see what happened this morning? By the way, this is Cherry, whom I told you about." I just raised my hand in greeting. She probably knew my name from Desmon, so I didn''t need to introduce myself directly. "So, at that time, Cherry told me she had seen Ryan. So, I decided to go to Cherry''s location. When I arrived there, because Cherry was frightened, I investigated on my own. I managed to follow it to the inter-sector bridge, honestly, I lost track of Ryan, but I sensed something strange, an extremely strong death aura. So, I followed that death aura. What shocking me was that Ryan was already there with some people I didn''t recognize, fighting against a black figure that I thought was a phantom." If there were a mirror, I would see my eyes widened and my mouth wide open. Everything I saw this morning was exactly as Desmon described. I retold the incident in my version to Desmon, starting from how I being stuck in traffic, seeing the dark clouds, the group of black figures, and Ryan and his friends fighting the dark figure. "But to me, that wasn''t a phantom. Because you said yourself that phantoms cannot be seen, even by ghosts, and you don''t have that power," I stated. "You''re right, but for your information, that black figure wasn''t a ghost either." "But definitely not a phantom." "I also actually thought they weren''t phantoms, but all the phantom characteristics were present in them. You know, the aura of vengeful ghosts accompanied by the aura of death." "I felt it too," Cherry finally joined our conversation. Desmon and I turned our attention to her, but it seemed to make her a little embarrassed as she slumped a bit in her seat. "Ummm... I mean, the death aura that Desmon described, like silence, darkness, coldness, thirst, foul odor." "You felt all that?" I asked to confirm. "Not everything, you know, ghosts don''t feel hunger and thirst. But I felt silence, darkness, and coldness." "You know, that could be because of the weather. There was a rainstorm and those massive dark clouds." "You''re right." Desmon agreed with my opinion, "But at least we know one thing, Ryan could see that black figure too. So, he definitely has abilities like yours, Robert." "Yeah." I replied, "But there''s one more thing I forgot to mention." Desmon and Cherry had prepared themselves to hear my next words. "Chloe. I saw Chloe among the black figures, seemingly giving commands to them to attack Ryan," I continued. "Are you sure? Could you have seen wrong? You yourself said your position was far enough from the center of the bridge, maybe you just got it wrong," Desmon questioned. "I don''t know, I wanted to message her and ask about it, but her FWC account and all our chat history disappeared. Maybe during our next tutoring session, I can ask her." "You haven''t asked where she lives?" "Not yet, didn''t get the chance." Desmon buried his face in his hands. "I told you not to put off. You didn''t want to listen to me. Now we''ve lost all clues." I tried to remain calm while taking out the paper from Leina from my pants pocket. "Relax, I got the main source," I said, showing the Leina paper to Desmon and Cherry, "I can call her to ask." "Hmm..." Desmon leaned closer to the Leina paper, and so did Cherry. Then the two of them looked at each other. "Why?" I asked. "Are you showing something?" Desmon asked. "I don''t see anything," Cherry said, nodding along with Desmon. "Seriously, you both don''t see this paper?" I moved my hand holding Leina''s paper towards them both, "This is the paper given by Leina, the ghost girl or the phantom." "Really," Cherry''s voice sounded like someone meeting their idol. "Yeah, you don''t see it?" I asked again to confirm. "No," Desmon replied, raising his hand and index finger towards something in front of my car. "Isn''t that Chloe?" I turned my body back towards the front of the road. I didn''t realize that we had already arrived at our home. The direction pointed by Desmon''s finger indeed led to a girl named Chloe, who at that moment was doing something, and somehow she knew the location of my house. She was standing right in front of my house as if waiting for me to come home. #### Chloe The notification that indicated we had arrived at our destination woke up my mom who was sleeping in the car. Just like Desmon and me, my mom was also surprised to see a girl in front of our house. Without waiting for my permission or asking me anything, my mom immediately opened the door and got out of the car. I followed her, opening the car door and stepping out. Meanwhile, Desmon, much like Cherry, a ghost, simply passed through the car. "Excuse me, who are you looking for?" My mom asked the girl. "Robert," Chloe turned her face towards me with a smile, then shifted her eyes to my mom, "Sorry, ma''am, I''m Robert''s classmate from the tutoring. My name is Chloe." My mom took a quick glance at me, then turned around and said, "Oh, his classmate. Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, please come in." "Oh, it wasn''t long, ma''am. Thank you," replied Chloe. As my mom walked towards the door to open it and let Chloe in, I approached Chloe. "Um... how did you find my house?" I asked. I felt a bit uncomfortable with a sudden visit from a girl, so without thinking, I put my hands in my pants pockets. "Well, I found your house because I followed-" Chloe was about to answer my question, but my mom called us to come inside and chat. "It seems your mother is calling us inside. Can I come in?" "Of course, you''ve got my mom''s permission, so why not. But honestly, you''re the first girl to come to my house, so sorry in advance if you might feel a bit uncomfortable later." "Don''t worry. Just relax. Don''t be too stiff or nervous." I smiled and gestured for Chloe to go in first. Chloe seemed to have many friends of different kinds, and she was very friendly. Before going inside the house, I glanced over at Desmon. I could see Desmon and Cherry talking about something before Cherry left, and Desmon came over to me. "What''s up?" I asked Desmon, using our hand signals instead of speaking. "She wants to go home. By the way, did you invite Chloe in?" "It wasn''t me, it was my mom." "This is the first time you''ve got a guest. Want me to accompany you so it won''t be awkward?" Desmon smiled. It was a different smile this time, I was sure it was a mocking smile. Perhaps he never imagined a girl coming to my house, so he teased me about it. Who knows? "Sure." I walked until I stood in front of my house door. I checked out the scene in my living room. My mom was serving some drinks and snacks on the table in front of Chloe, who was already seated on my couch. They seemed to be completely absorbed in a conversation, discussing something. Meanwhile, Desmon, since nobody could see him, was lying down near my couch. Yeah, he did whatever he wanted, even in my room, he often lay on the ceiling. In the end, I decided to enter and close the door to my house. ### My mother didn''t chat for long with Chloe before deciding to go to her room. My mom said she was too tired after the long traffic jam and a stack of work. So, it was just Chloe and me in my living room, and Desmon, of course, if you consider the ghost there. I didn''t know what to do. I''ve never had a guest or a friend over at my house, especially female friends. Should I have asked about how she was doing first? Should I have asked about her trip to my house? Or should I go straight to the point and ask her how she found my address? Or was there a specific reason she came to my house? Yes, I know I already asked how she found my house, and Chloe was almost answering before being interrupted by my mom. But earlier, I asked automatically or unconsciously, shocked by the sudden appearance of a girl visiting my house. But now, I''m fully conscious. Wouldn''t it be weird if I asked the same question again? Wouldn''t it come off as pushy? Honestly, I was confused about where to start, so I just took a sip of the drink my mother provided. "Oh... I''m sorry." I realized the guest should drink first before the host, a mistake that could be fatally judged on my manners. "Please, have a drink and help yourself to the snacks." "Oh, sure. Thanks... About your question before..." Chloe said. Thanks to her understanding my confusion and starting the conversation first, whether she realized it or not. "...I actually saw you when you were on the bridge. But." Chloe abruptly stopped talking. I could clearly see her gaze not directed towards me but towards Desmon, who had changed position to stand beside me. I wasn''t sure if Chloe could see Desmon or if her gaze was coincidentally directed at him. "But what?" I replied, bringing Chloe back to reality. "Sorry." Chloe blinked a few times, then took a sip of the drink on the table before continuing to talk. "I mean, I followed your car to your school, and your mom''s..." It wasn''t meant to be rude or disrespectful, but her words made it sound like it was a normal thing, when in fact, she was openly admitting to stalking me. What did she actually want? Her explanation made me more suspicious. Was she a good person or a bad one? "Sorry," I interrupted. "Why?" she replied. "Um, well. Maybe I misheard earlier, or you misspoke, but did you say you followed my car?" I tried not to offend her. Maybe I misheard. "Oh, sorry. I didn''t mean it badly, but... uh... how do I explain this?" Chloe fell silent for a moment. She tilted her head, looking towards Desmon once again, then shifted her gaze to her glass and the snack on the table. I understood her struggle to begin her explanation. I''ve been there too every time I meet someone new and struggle with what to say during our first meet. Chloe now picked up her glass, drank from it, and placed it back. She blinked several times, along with deep breaths. "Maybe I should explain about ''vision'' first," Chloe finally explained, "Vision is a term for people who can see things that others generally can''t. Many refer to it as seeing ghosts, demons, spirits, supernatural beings, paranormal, or something of the sort." Chloe chuckled for a moment before continuing her explanation, "You might not believe in it or think it''s weird. It''s up to you. You''re free to believe whatever you want, and I can''t force it. But I have that ability." After her unexpected explanation, Chloe took her glass again, drank from it, and opened the snack wrapper, eating. Chloe also shifted her seating position, no longer facing me but the table in front, avoiding eye contact with me. I gave a faint smile. I was glad to finally meet someone like me, someone who could see ghosts. But on the other hand, I felt pity for Chloe. I knew how heavy it was for Chloe to have that vision because I experienced it myself. Seeing things that others couldn''t see wasn''t fun, especially if it was something terrifying and frightening. Moreover, support from the people around is crucial. So far, only my parents supported me with my vision, while everyone, including my school friends, either distanced themselves from me, feared me, or even bullied me. Yes, I''ve been through it all, and I was sure Chloe went through it too, based on how she''s acting right now. How could Chloe remain calm? Well, not exactly calm, she seemed clearly confused and nervous when admitting her ability. But if I were in her situation, I might have run away immediately. That''s why I never dared to reveal my ability consciously and willingly to anyone except my family. "I can actually see them too," I said, repositioning myself to face the table. From the corner of my eye, I saw Chloe turn her face towards me. She looked happy and started to display a faint smile. I was also happy, not because Chloe was happy, but because I found a friend who shared the same fate as mine. I''m sure anyone would be happy to meet someone with a similarity, whether it''s a shared hobby, taste, thoughts, or abilities. A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. "Really?" Chloe asked, still facing me. "Yes. I''ve been seeing ghosts since I was a child." "Since you were a child? I started seeing ghosts when..." Chloe and I eventually shared our experiences about our own abilities to see ghosts. Turned out, Chloe was more experienced than me in seeing ghosts. She talked she had been able to see them since she was five, but at that time, she considered them as imaginary friends because to her parents'' influence, who thought it was just a child''s imagination. Just like my father believed about my case. Then the story shifted to when Chloe turned six. She experienced a tragic accident because to a fault in the car''s autopilot control system, causing her parents and older sister to die instantly, while Chloe incredibly survived with only minor injuries. At that moment, Chloe began to realize that what she had considered imaginary friends were actually ghosts because she could see her parents and sister beside her while she was in the hospital. Similar to how I explained my vision to my parents, Chloe also tried to explain her ability to her grandparents. However, like most people, Chloe''s grandparents only saw it as trauma from the accident, as diagnosed by the doctor. Chloe''s story then moved to her school years. Unlike me, who tended to be a coward and always hid my ability, Chloe dared to be open to her friends about her ability to see ghosts. However, as it seems to be a natural human behaviors, anyone who is different will face hatred. Chloe experienced somewhat the same fate as me. She was isolated, feared, bullied, and even experienced physical violence aside from the routine verbal abuse from those around her, not just her school friends but also teachers and other parents of students. At that moment during Chloe''s story, I had a thought. What do people actually want? Why are they so reluctant to accept others who are different from them? Are they scared? Disgusted by being different? Or what? Up to this point, I couldn''t find the answer. I didn''t just refer to Chloe and me, who have different abilities, but the history of humanity, especially the history of wars, has proven this. That''s why I dislike studying history. Going back, Chloe''s story now shifted to her hopes and what she did to achieve those hopes. Chloe''s hope was actually very simple ¡ªto have many friends. For people like us, who were isolated and hatred, having friends felt like a precious treasure. That''s why I was so enthusiastic and happy when I found out that Chloe also had the same ability as mine. However, I couldn''t express it, fearing I might overreact and annoy Chloe. The most major difference between Chloe and me lies in our actions to fulfill our hopes. I tended to be silent and distant from people because I was afraid they''d find out about my ability and eventually distance themselves or bully me. But not Chloe. She was actively involved in various social activities and school clubs to find as many friends as possible, and she didn''t hide her ability. "Sorry, I talked for a long time. Because it''s my first time meeting someone who has the vision ability," Chloe ended her story. She seemed to take a long breath. "Actually, you''re not the first, but I want to hear your story first." Not the first? Then who was the first person with the vision ability that Chloe met? I don''t know. Putting aside my disturbing thoughts, I began to tell Chloe about how I first got this ability. From meeting the terrifying old lady at the mall, my father''s death, where eventually my father believed I could see ghosts, meeting vengeful spirits, and to becoming friends with Desmon. Concerning Desmon, I wasn''t sure when he left, but I was sure I didn''t see him by my side anymore. I wanted to look for him, but I felt uncomfortable leaving Chloe to search for Desmon. So, let it be. Besides, it seems I''ve found a replacement for him. Furthermore, about Desmon as my ghost friend, I became curious if Chloe also had a ghost friend like how I had Desmon. I wanted to ask, but Chloe seemed to have drunk a lot of water since she asked for permission to use the bathroom. ### After accompanying and showing Chloe the bathroom, I walked to the kitchen to get my favorite drink from the fridge. Not forgetting, I also brought a few bottles to place on the table in the living room for Chloe later on. "Nah-nah, look who''s got a new sweetie!" An annoying sound from Desmon. I didn''t need to see his face directly, I could already imagine his annoyed smile, as if he was making fun of me. "What?" I responded, annoyed. "It seems like you''re going to have a girlfriend." I immediately closed the fridge door, turned around to face him, "Don''t be silly! She can see ghosts, you know. So, zip it!" "Yeah, I know, I heard it. That''s why I said." I was sure he was about to say something ridiculous again. So I gave him a fierce stare, sending the message. "Forget it. So, do you still need me?" Desmon continued. "Doesn''t seem like it," I replied, this time confident that I could have a casual talk with Chloe. I returned to my couch in the living room, carrying a few bottles of my favorite drink, while Desmon went to my room. ### Roughly, Chloe took about three times longer in the bathroom than I did. Finally, Chloe returned from the bathroom and sat back on the couch. "Eh... Chloe, go ahead and have a drink," I said. Unfortunately, I still found it confusing to start a conversation, even though I felt more at ease when the conversation had begun. "Yeah, thank you. By the way, I forgot to answer your question before because I got carried away with the storytelling." "Hmm... what question?" "''How did I know your house?'' Do you still need an answer?" Chloe asked, opening the bottle I''d provided and taking a sip. Chloe''s story had been so engaging that I didn''t even realize when Desmon left or remember my own question. Was this what it felt like to have a human friend to talk to? "Not necessary, but feel free to answer if you want." Truthfully, I still needed her answer, but again, having Chloe as a friend who shared my fate made me want to maintain our relationship. So, I thought it best to avoid anything that might make her uncomfortable, like avoiding any kind of pressure. "I''ll tell you, so you won''t misunderstand. But first, let me give you some context by sharing my story first." I held onto my drink as I listened to Chloe''s story. ### Based on Chloe''s story, my assumption about Chloe wanting to make friends or having many friends wasn''t limited to humans only. Chloe''s story also answered my question. Apparently, based on Chloe''s story, she had around a dozen ghost friends. Far more than I did, I only had Desmon as my ghost friend. Chloe seemed to be more ''social'' in both the human and ghost worlds compared to me. Furthermore, Chloe explained that her frequent interactions with ghosts had allowed her abilities to further develop. She could now enter the ghost world, although not entirely or for a long time. Hearing about entering the ghost world reminded me of Desmon''s explanation about my abilities. This confirmed what Desmon said. Also, Chloe explained that her interactions with the ghost world had led her to be affected by an death aura. The more she interacted, the stronger this aura became. For Chloe, the death aura she had wasn''t a big deal. She just used or did something that acted as the opposite of the death aura, which was the life aura. So, this explained why she always used vibrant colors, wore earphones playing music, always drinking even from the beginning when we were chatting, and did many other things. I began to understand her reasons for doing all of this. Chloe then moved on to the biggest mystery for me. She explained that her growing death aura could attract more vengeful ghosts and phantoms, and that was a big problem for her. Vengeful ghosts, as far as I knew, could harm, injure, or even kill humans. Chloe was aware of this. However, she had a solution. According to Chloe, phantoms were ghost entities and could be considered natural enemies of vengeful ghosts, despite sharing similar characteristics. Based on Chloe''s experiences, some phantoms she knew had protected her from attacks by vengeful ghosts. That''s why, Chloe heavily relied on phantoms for her safety from vengeful ghosts. However, at one point, according to Chloe, one of her phantoms disappeared. She worried it might have been because of the actions of vengeful ghosts. Therefore, she asked her other phantoms to search for the missing one. While listening to her story, I had already found answers to my previous question, but I also had some new ones. However, I didn''t say anything for now, I didn''t want to disrupt Chloe''s story. I was also happy seeing Chloe excitedly sharing her story, she looked so cheerful. Chloe''s story shifted to the incident at the inter-sector bridge earlier that morning. Chloe was indeed at the bridge when Ryan''s battle incident happened. But her explanation didn''t clarify whether the figure I saw commanding the mysterious being was her or not. While on the bridge, Chloe sensed the presence of her missing phantom. Oddly, according to Chloe, the phantom''s presence actually came from a strong life aura. So, Chloe decided to trace the source of that aura. In the end, Chloe found that the source of the life aura came from a car. Sneakily, Chloe followed the car, which finally stopped at a school. That was when Chloe realized that it was me emitting the life aura. "So, that''s why I followed your car until we met at your house," Chloe wrapped up her story. "Wow," I sighed several times after finally realizing I hadn''t been breathing while listening to Chloe''s story. "Hmm... I don''t know what to say." "Yeah, I understand. But I want to ask you, can you see phantoms?" Chloe turned her entire body towards me. "Wait a moment... let me catch my breath." I took a few deep breaths. There was too much information, and all of it was crucial. So, I needed a few extra seconds to think. After patiently waiting for me while she checked her smartphone, I finally answered, "Yes. I can see phantoms and have even met one." As if already knowing my answer, Chloe immediately followed up with her next question. "Leina? Is her name Leina?" "He..." I found it really hard to control my breath, it was so unsteady. "How did you know?" "Yeah, because she''s my phantom that disappeared." "Really?" "Yes. You definitely saw her for the first time when she was beside me, staring at me." "Wow," My breathing slowly became steady again. "You''re right. So, she''s your phantom." "Yup. It''s okay if Leina chooses you, I''m just worried because she suddenly disappeared." "Hmm... thank you. But don''t worry, Leina is fine, and she seems brighter now, not pale anymore." Chloe pressed her lips tightly and widened them slightly, smiling with a raised eyebrow as she heard about Leina''s condition. I was glad to see that Chloe felt relieved knowing about Leina''s condition. "By the way, if you can be friends with ghosts, is the ghost that was next to you your friend, Desmon?" Chloe changed the topic. "Oh, you saw him too." I wasn''t surprised that Chloe could see Desmon after hearing Chloe''s story, but never mind. "Yes, the one earlier was Desmon." "Where is he now? Did he leave?" "He''s in my room. Do you want to meet him? I can call him." "Nope... it''s not necessary. By the way, Robert, I''ve deleted my FWC account, so we can''t chat there anymore." Chloe changed the topic again. I wasn''t sure what she was trying to do, but I felt something odd. "Oh, I see. I knew this morning when I..." I remembered what happened this morning and also remembered that it hasn''t been explained yet, so I intended to ask Chloe about it. "Sorry, Robert, but I have an urgent matter to attend to, so perhaps we can chat another time. How about the day after tomorrow at 4 p.m. at Maneuvers Coffee Shop? Would that be okay?" Chloe quickly pulled herself together, finished her drink, stood up, and straightened herself. "Maneuvers Coffee Shop in the Ventus sector?" I asked to confirm. As far as I knew, there was only one coffee shop called Maneuvers in the Ventus sector, unless it had opened a branch or there was another coffee shop with the same name. "Yup, that''s right. 4 p.m. or 5 p.m. is fine too. I''m sorry, but I really have to go now." Chloe was already walking towards the front door of my house. I hurried to catch up, intending to open the door, but Chloe had already opened it herself. When at the front door, I saw a car parked in front of my house with a sign that read ''Let''s-Ride''. It turns out Chloe had already ordered an online transportation service without me realizing, maybe she ordered it while in the bathroom, that could explain why she took so long in there. Chloe waved goodbye, and I waved back. She was a cheerful girl, and her smile was quite sweet. #### Maneuvers I returned to my room. Once there, I found Desmon reading a book. "So, how was your date?" Desmon asked, his tone flat, but I could tell he was teasing me with a faint smile on his face, even though I couldn''t see it entirely. "Shut up!" My energy was used up after chatting with Chloe. I headed straight for my bed to lie down. "But seriously, what did you guys talk about?" This time Desmon''s tone wasn''t flat but felt more intense. His face didn''t display that thin smile anymore. I thought Desmon had listened in on our conversation. Especially when Chloe went to the restroom, he had teased me, mentioning he knew that Chloe could see ghosts like me. "Weren''t you listened in on me and Chloe?" I asked to confirm. "That was before you said you didn''t need me anymore. After that, I preferred to read a book in a room." Desmon leaned closer to me, "So, what did you guys talk about?" "Not much, just about vengeful ghosts, phantom, death aura, and life aura." I said, trying to shut my eyes to sleep. "Hello... Robert." Desmon said, this time I could feel the air coming out of his mouth when he talked. "You''ve realized this is the information we were looking for." "Yeah." "Then why aren''t you excited? What exactly did you talk about? Don''t make me curious. You know I could haunt you because I was curious." His breath felt colder against my face, bothering me. Bothered by the air coming from his mouth, I slowly opened my eyes. "Shit!!" Why was his face so close to mine? The distance between us might have been just three or four cm. I pulled my hand then aimed it at Desmon''s body, pushing him away with all my strength to distance his face from mine. "Why are you so close, bothering me?" Desmon didn''t resist at all. He finally moved his chair away and sat further from me. "That''s what happens when you ignore me. Tell me what you talked about." Desmon replied. As I didn''t want him to come close again, especially to touch my face, I reluctantly told him what Chloe and I had talked. I wasn''t sure where to start, but I clearly told everything Chloe had told me. This included how Chloe had developed her ability, gaining a stronger death aura the more she interacted with the ghost world. Then, my story shifted to Chloe being haunted by a vengeful ghosts and the phantoms trying to protect her. Later, one of Chloe''s phantoms disappeared, and it turned out to be a ghost girl named Leina, who had haunted us all this time. I also explained why Leina haunted me. According to Chloe, I had a life aura that attracted Leina''s attention. So, that was the end of my story to Desmon. "Done, aren''t you asking anything else?" Desmon asked. "There are a few things I want to ask, but she had to leave urgently. That''s why she asked me to meet again the day after tomorrow." "At what time? Where? Can I come with you?" Desmon always flooded me with questions. "In the late afternoon, around four or five. At Maneuvers Coffee in the Ventus sector. Honestly, I do need a friend, especially a human friend, as you know, it''s the Ventus sector." I said. "Are you sure? I mean, Ventus sector?" His voice weakened at the end when he said ''Ventus'' I knew he was concerned about me. After all, who wouldn''t be worried if someone close to them, whether a friend or family member, went to the Ventus sector? Among the eleven sectors in my city, there was only one that was known for its danger, and the entire nation was aware of its danger it is the Ventus sector. The Ventus sector had gained several nicknames, none of which had positive meanings, they all referred to violence and crime, criminal activities. One of its famous nicknames was the ''lawless sector.'' However, that was a few years ago before the government decided to revamp the Ventus sector. Started by forming a special unit to crack down on criminals there and secure the Ventus sector. Until four years ago, the government reduced the Ventus sector area, leaving only the central part of the Ventus sector. During this transformation, the Ventus sector was isolated from the outside world. But after the transformation was completed about two years ago, Ventus sector began attracting people, especially curious individuals who wanted to see the results of the government''s work and the majority of them were teenagers. In today''s social circles, there''s a term, "Live soaring high like the wind, die motionless like a stone." It roughly refers to two opposing sectors ¡ªthe Ventus sector, which means wind, and the Highrock sector, which means stone. Ventus was full of adrenaline-pumping activities, while Highrock was full of luxury, which some people, especially teens, found boring. Therefore, within two years, many restaurants, coffee shops, stores, and other entertainment venues emerged in Ventus, all designed to attract teenagers. Almost all these businesses could be considered successful. So, I completely understood why Chloe chose a coffee shop in Ventus as our meeting place. Especially considering Chloe was a social butterfly, had many friends, and probably one of her friends had invited her to that coffee shop, making her like the place. There was nothing wrong with that as it was a current trend. However, Desmon and I, who might be considered antisocial because to our lack of socializing, still found the Ventus sector terrifying. The sector''s image as a lawless sector was still firmly rooted in our minds and was hard to erase. "Yeah, that''s why I said I needed a human friend." I replied. "But you don''t have one, and neither do I." Desmon responded. "Why don''t you change the location to somewhere closer and, most importantly, safer?" Desmon''s words were correct, and I had already considered them. But I didn''t want Chloe to feel uncomfortable because we chatted somewhere she didn''t like. Maybe that was just my opinion, but better be careful, right? "That''s what I wanted, but I''m also curious about the Ventus sector. Is it safe or not? Besides, if I go to the Ventus sector, I might make more human friends." I replied, trying to look at the positive side of going to the Ventus sector. "Okay, it''s up to you. But I''ll definitely come with you. This is not a request." I smiled at Desmon. Desmon was indeed a caring friend. We continued our conversation about something else, something that could distract us for a moment from the issues of ghosts and phantoms, especially if it was a movie. But our conversation lasted less than half an hour before I became too tired and wanted to fall into a deep sleep. ### The journey from my home to the Ventus sector took more than an hour and a half, at least according to my map app. So, I decided to get ready and leave by 2 PM. I ¡ªand Desmon¡ª went using a car from the Let''s-Ride online transportation service. The safety was pretty good, so it made us feel calm at least during the journey. I don''t know if we felt calm or not when we made it to the Ventus sector. We traveled through the inter-sector bridge, the same one where the incident involving Ryan and the mysterious figure happened. However, this time, we took a different route than the one leading to my school. Actually, it took only forty minutes for us to reach the sector border and enter the Ventus sector. This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. The entrance gate to the Ventus sector appeared very tall and solid. As far as I knew, it was only the Ventus sector in my city that had an entrance gate and one of six sectors across the country to have one. The Ventus sector entrance gate looked old despite its new equipment and paint. This was because the gate had been revamped two years ago, at the same time with the government''s completion of the transformation process. Before the revamp and during the government''s transformation process, as far as I knew, there were news about checkpoints to enter the Ventus sector. But the checkpoints were indeed left out during the transformation, and the isolation policy was implemented by the government. Turns out, to this day, there are still no checkpoints to enter the Ventus sector. Who knows until when, or perhaps there will never be checkpoints again because the government now considers the Ventus sector to be safe. Who knows what policies the government will implement? I don''t know. Since there was no checkpoint, I could enter the Ventus sector without any trouble. Perhaps this is why many teenagers consider the Ventus sector as their hangout spot. No inspection means freedom, that''s what teens like. But that doesn''t mean my trip was entirely without any trouble. Although I entered the Ventus sector without a security check, but the traffic here was terrible. If you want to imagine how terrible the traffic is in the Ventus sector, imagine teenagers from ten other sectors in the entire city coming together towards at the same place, was it jammed? Therefore, since it was a holiday, many teenagers came, plus tourists who wanted to enjoy the now ''cleaned'' Ventus sector. I should have realized this from earlier. This traffic was much worse than the previous one I had experienced on my way to school. It was so severe that many teenagers decided to leave their vehicles and walk. Didn''t they think ahead? Indeed they could command their vehicles, either continue their trip or turn back home or to another destination. Their vehicles weren''t the problem, in a sense. Instead, it was those who walked that caused the problem. They left their vehicles in the middle of the road, walked at a slow pace, without any sensors or AI systems to calculate their direction. As a result, other vehicles would give way, slow down, or even stop as long as they detected pedestrians in the middle of the road. In the end, their wild actions caused a severe traffic jam. Purely selfish. Honestly, It''s not that I didn''t want to get out either. But seeing the crowd of walking teenagers, I was afraid something might happen. Plus, if I got out of this vehicle, Let''s-Ride''s safety assurance would no longer apply. So, I could only patiently wait inside the car. Besides, I still had plenty of time. Firstly, I played on my smartphone while waiting for the traffic to clear, but my curiosity about the scenery within the Ventus sector made me leave my smartphone and focus on observing everything. Not far from the Ventus sector entrance gate, although it took me fifteen minutes to reach, I could see the only skyscraper remaining in the Ventus sector. If my count isn''t wrong ¡ªI counted it three times¡ª the building had forty-eight floors. These forty-eight floors symbolized the twelve months in the four cardinal directions, according to one of East Asia''s beliefs. I knew this after looking up the information on the internet. The skyscraper, once called Ventus Tower, was now renamed Surveillance Tower and served as the Special Unit''s center during the Ventus sector cleanup operation. Based on rumors, the skyscraper still stayed some members of that special unit or intelligence members. Whether the rumors were true or not, I felt something odd about the building. The same feeling I experienced whenever I visited my father''s grave. It was as if the building was a mass grave. "Do you feel it too, Desmon?" I wanted to confirm whether this was just my feeling or if Desmon sensed the same thing. "Deaths and corpses. Yes, I sense it." Desmon confirmed that my feeling was totally right. "But this one is much stronger than an ordinary graveyard. It''s better not to go there, whatever happens." I nodded in agreement. Whatever it was. Whatever had happened in that building, especially when the Ventus sector was isolated, I didn''t want to know or come near it even a bit. I shifted my attention to another corner of the sector. There was nothing special about this area, except that all the equipment and paint looked new, even though the buildings themselves seemed old. It seems like the government really cleaned up this sector and made it more beautiful. After having a good look around, I returned my attention to my smartphone. The time on my phone was almost 5 PM, and our trip still seemed to need more than half an hour. Way off from the initial guess, seems like late afternoon is when teens start gathering. I understood why Chloe had suggested 4 or 5 PM. Since I had already seen every part of the sector that I could see, I just continued playing games on my smartphone. What else could I do? ### Not long after, we finally arrived. It actually took about an hour to reach Maneuvers Coffee Shop, but that hour seemed short if you spent it playing games, right? Without waiting any longer, I entered the coffee shop. Fortunately, this place didn''t operate on a reservation basis, so I could just walk in, although I couldn''t spot any empty seats. Many people were standing while drinking and chatting. There were so many people that it was hard for me to find Chloe. I started to doubt whether Chloe would come or not. Or maybe she had come and left because she waited too long for me. Realizing I was already late and not wanting to keep Chloe waiting even longer ¡ªif she had come and was still waiting for me¡ª I decided split up from Desmon. Luckily, Chloe could see Desmon and had seen what Desmon looked like, so she could recognize Desmon if she saw him. Desmon went to the second floor while I checked the first floor. If I were to count the number of people on the first floor, I''d need a calculator because there were definitely more than a hundred. Maneuvers Coffee Shop was actually spacious enough to make room for more than seventy or eighty people per floor. I could tell by the number of tables multiplied by four chairs for each table. However, even with that capacity, it wasn''t enough to make room for its customers. How the shop owner enjoyed the profit and how stressful it must be for the employees to serve so many customers at once. I ran out of places to look and couldn''t find Chloe. I should''ve gone upstairs to check, but Desmon had already checked the second floor, and I let Desmon handle the third and fourth floors as well. At least Desmon could fly and see from above, which would save time searching. Besides, he could pass through floors, making it more efficient. Eventually, I just ordered a drink at the counter, then, after getting the drink, I chose to be outside the coffee shop. No, I didn''t leave the coffee shop. I was just outside because it was too crowded inside, and I felt uncomfortable in the crowd. I found one empty spot where I could sit, even though there was no seat there, but that was fine with me. While waiting for Desmon, who was still searching inside the coffee shop, I decided to continue my game and enjoy the cool evening with the coffee I ordered. "I''ve been looking for you everywhere, turns out you''re sitting here." A figure behind me spoke, appearing like a ghost. "Did you meet her?" "No, that''s why I''m here alone," I replied while continuing to play the game. "Then why didn''t you look for her, instead kept playing?" "I was actually waiting outside. If Chloe got stuck in traffic and just arrived, she would definitely see me out here. It would be hard for her to find me inside." Desmon stayed silent for a few seconds. "Hmm... seems like you''re right. In that case, I''ll stay here too." "Don''t," I paused my game and looked at Desmon, "It''s better if you search around here. If she''s already gone home, she might not be too far away." "Why don''t you search, and I''ll stay here? Why are you giving me orders?" Desmon squinted his eyes, with creases between his brows, and a rise in his tone. I stared directly into his eyes, trying to get my point across. "Firstly, it''s dangerous here for humans, you know that, and you know I''m human. Secondly, you can fly, so you can see further, and you can even pass through vehicles, so the chance of you getting hit is zero. Is that enough of a reason?" Desmon took a long breath, whether he actually breathed or not, then let out a breath. He raised his hand, squeezed all of his fingers except his pointing finger, which was aimed at me. "Why are you smart at times like this and stupid at school?" He said, whether it was praise or not. I could only smile, realizing the irony between his words and mine. Like Desmon, I was also puzzled about where this intelligence came from, maybe influenced by the Ventus atmosphere? Who knows. Desmon then agreed to my plan and left to start his search. Meanwhile, I resumed playing my game, but before that, I put away of my empty coffee cup. When I was enjoying playing my game, suddenly I felt something strange. A feeling I''ve never experienced before. It''s hard to explain, but it brought warmth and a sense of joy. I paused my game again, curious about where this feeling came from. I got up from my seat, looked around, but found nothing strange or suspicious. I shifted my gaze upwards, maybe the feeling came from above. However, I couldn''t find anything except for the sky turning dark, yet at the same time, it seemed bright. Because I couldn''t find anything unusual, and I was afraid to walk around in the Ventus Sector, I decided to go back and continue my game. "Excuse me, this seat taken." Without me knowing, there was a teenage boy''s voice behind me. Since when had he been there? How did he get there? Maybe I was too focused on playing my game and forgot about my surroundings. "Of course," I said, slightly shifting my body to indicate that he could sit there. "Thank you." The teenage boy then sat behind me and placed his coffee next to him. When the teenage boy sat down, I could feel an incredible warmth and my vision also seemed brighter. Suddenly, I remembered Chloe''s words about me having a life aura. If I remember Chloe''s story correctly, she explained that a life aura is the opposite of a death aura. Because the aura of death had this coldness and darkness, as far as I remember, so the opposite of that is warmth and brightness. Honestly, I was initially puzzled by Chloe''s statement that I gave off a life aura. But now, it seemed I understood what Chloe meant back then. Somehow, the teenage boy sitting behind me also seemed to have a life aura. At least, he brought warmth and brightness. Could he also see ghosts like me and Chloe? Could he even see phantoms just like me and Chloe? Or maybe he couldn''t see ghosts, especially Phantoms, but he only had life aura? Or did he know something, whether related to ghosts, phantoms, death aura, or life aura? Whatever the answers to all those questions, he seemed like an interesting person. And hopefully, he could become my friend. At least, that way, I''d achieve one of my goals in the Ventus sector ¡ªhaving a human friend, besides Chloe. #### New Friends (or not) The teenage boy is quite tall compared to me. His hair is dark black, yet his face looks glowing. His nose is not too pointed or sharp. His gaze seems to convey a mysterious yet serious impression, like the eyes of spies in movies. When I turned to him, he seemed to be just staring at the sky, which had a warm orange color fading into a dark black that gave off a feeling of quiet and lonely. He sometimes sipped his coffee, then gazed back at the sky. I just looked at him, then looked at the sky, then looked back at him, then looked at the sky again. He seemed so calm as if life''s troubles had never come his way. His calm also infected me. In the evening, as night came, my mind felt peaceful looking at the sky. I never thought it would be so calming. "Do you want?" Without me realizing, he had placed the coffee right next to me, offering the chilled coffee. "No, thank you," I replied shortly. I looked at him, he still hadn''t turned away from looking up to the beautiful view in the sky. "Beautiful, isn''t it?" The boy asked. At a glance from the side, his eyes seemed to release light. Of course, I knew it was only a reflection. I turned my gaze back to the sunset sky. "Yes." "You know, this scenery was nothing compared to when you were in the wilderness," he said, continuing to sip his coffee. I didn''t answer, nor did I nod. I just stared at the sky. I''ve never been to places with nature views like beaches, forests, mountains, or stuff like that since I got my abilities. It''s not because I''m afraid of ghosts. Maybe when I was younger, yes, but not now. The reason I avoid these places is that tourist spots are usually crowded with both humans and ghosts. I don''t particularly like places crowded with humans, they tend to drain my energy. But places crowded with ghosts are even more dangerous. Unlike graveyards, places filled with ghosts had different kinds of ghosts, including vengeful ghosts. Graveyards usually were quiet, or at least ghosts in graveyards weren''t harmful. Why? I didn''t know until Desmon explained it to me. Vengeful ghosts and other ghosts with unfinished business will leave the graveyards to ''resolve'' their issues. Meanwhile, those staying in graveyards are usually the kinds who''ve accepted what happened. Moreover, those who died peacefully, naturally, and have no unfinished business will disappear immediately and won''t linger in the ghost world like my father. So, that''s been my reason for avoiding tourist spots. While I was still lost in thought, enjoying the beauty of the sunset sky, the teenage boy had gotten up. "Are you alone?" he asked, bringing my full attention back. "No. Waiting for a friend. You alone?" I replied. "Alone. Just sightseeing," the teenage boy said before sitting back down after throwing away of his coffee cup. "My name''s Robert. Nice to meet you." I extended my hand to introduce myself. The teenage boy only glanced at my hand for a moment, then gazed back at the sky without making any effort to extend his hand to shake mine in return. I pulled back my hand, looked at him briefly, then resumed looking at the sky alongside him. In my mind, I counted the seconds it took for the teenage boy to tell me his name. But it seemed he had no intention of sharing his name at all. Maybe my voice wasn''t audible earlier? I glanced at him and said, "Hello, my name''s Robert. Nice to meet you." "Likewise," the teenage boy replied without bothering to turn his face towards me, very briefly. "Um, if I may ask, what''s your name?" "It doesn''t seem necessary." I wonder what kind of person he is. I know several kinds of people who are difficult to talk to, usually, they''re introverted, or shy, or antisocial, and nearly all of them wouldn''t likely choose Ventus as a tourist spot. Another kind I know is arrogant, they feel powerful and won''t tell their names. But this person is different. He could be considered friendly, and usually, friendly people like to introduce themselves. He also didn''t seem arrogant or playing favorites, as shown by him opening the conversation by offering me his coffee. Maybe this is what people call stepping out of your comfort zone and trying new things. "Oh, sorry," I said, shortly. I didn''t want to make him uncomfortable, or rather, disturb him because who knows what he might do to me if he felt I was bothering him. I mean, better safe than sorry, right? "No need," he replied. I could hear a slight giggle and see a thin smile for a brief moment, "Why apologize if you haven''t done anything wrong?" "Sorry. But I thought I might be bothering you." "No, not at all. You''re not bothering me at all, so just relax. And don''t apologize all the time." "Um... okay." I ended up just staying silent, gazing at the sky. Honestly, the situation felt so awkward for me at that moment, I didn''t even know what to say or do. Usually, saying sorry and showing regret is enough as long as you haven''t made a fatal mistake. But he told me not to apologize. Should I apologize for apologizing? Or say something as an apology for apologizing? I don''t know, I''m really confused. So, I just stayed silent. "Are you from here?" the teenage boy asked after a brief silence. "From Ventus Sector? No. But I''m from this city, just a different sector." "So, you''re just hanging around here?" "Yeah, you could say that. Actually, my friend invited me here, we wanted to talk about something. But it seems like she either didn''t show up or left because I was late because of the traffic." "Why don''t you contact her? You have a smartphone, right?" "Of course, I do. But unfortunately, I don''t have her contact or social media, she deleted it a few days ago." "Seems like your friend is unique." Unique? A somewhat strange word to me. Usually, others would say ''weird'' when meeting someone different from them or different from the general. Like me, who has the ability to see ghosts ¡ªmy friends all think I''m weird. I understand completely why he might call my friend unique. I mean, in this day and age, it''s nearly impossible for someone, especially a teenager, to not have any social media. It''s the 22nd century. But what surprised me was that he used the word ''unique'' instead of ''weird''. I became more sure that he''s actually a good person, or at least he didn''t judge or treat people differently just because they were different. He saw ''different'' as something unique, not weird. "Yeah, something like that," I replied with a wide smile. "About yourself, are you unique?" Once again, his words caught me off guard. "I don''t know. I don''t consider myself unique." "If so, why are you friends with her?" I fell silent for a moment, pondering his words. What did he mean by his question? I didn''t want to answer it with a wrong perception. "What do you mean?" I asked. This time, my face wasn''t gazing at the sky but looking at her with a serious expression. "Anyone who befriends someone unique has only three scenarios. First, they are similarly unique. Second, the unique person is just being used. Third, the unique person is just using others." He stayed quiet for a moment to shift his sitting position. Now, his sitting position is solely focused towards me, just like his face and eyes. "You said you''re not unique, so there are only two scenarios. Are you being used by her, or are you the one using her?" he continued. "Hmm..." I fell silent and could only murmur. I didn''t know what was on his mind or what experiences he''d had to think like that. You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. I mean, could friendship to him just be about using and being used? At least, his question seemed to prove why he could travel to the Ventus Sector alone. "Let it go if you don''t want to answer it," he said after waiting quite a while for my response but not getting one. I felt a bit relieved and smiled, "Sorry. But it''s not that I don''t want to answer, it''s just..." "No, no. You don''t need to apologize. I said not to apologize if you haven''t done anything wrong." After asked that annoying question and told me not to say sorry, then he moved around and looked up at the sky, but it wasn''t orange anymore. I''m still puzzled by people like him, the first time I''ve met someone like him. So, because the day was almost turning into night, and I was actually getting curious, I decided to ''counterattack.'' "Sorry, but do you think friendship is only about using and being used?" "Of course not. Why would you think that?" He responded to my question without turning towards me. "Then, what did you mean by your earlier question?" "It seems like you didn''t quite get it. Maybe you should learn more about vocabulary." He took a quick break before continuing, "I said before that in the case of unique people, they usually only befriend others who are like them, or their relationships with non-unique people are usually just about using and being used." "Sorry, but I still don''t understand." "You know, it seems there''s a lot you need to learn," He finally turned back to face me, "First, understand not to apologize if you haven''t done anything wrong. Second, understand that my earlier words were actually to determine whether you''re unique or not." If I could visualize my current thoughts, it seems like a traffic jam at the entrance gate to the Ventus Sector would fit the situation. I really didn''t know what to say. His words were really hard for me to digest. What did he actually want to tell? Fortunately, I didn''t have to ask because he immediately answered my confusion. "For me, it''s clear that you''re unique because you don''t understand it. Those who are different or unique are usually ostracized and only hang out with others who are also shunned by society. However, there are some among them who can befriend a few members of society, or let''s just call them normal. Usually, these unique individuals use their normal friends to blend in with society, or conversely, their normal friends use the unique person to step away briefly from the monotonous society." Even though it took me a while to figure out the vocab, but now I get what he meant. Indeed, what he said made sense. For example, there''s Chloe. Chloe befriends many people to blend into society, at least to gain protection or support if someone bothers her. I also understood why he could say that I''m unique. Because myself was actually different and not like Chloe, who tried to blend in, I actually avoided it. So, I don''t get why it''s so crucial to have a friend who fits in with everyone else. It made me wonder if Chloe understood this. If so, perhaps her reason for choosing the busy Maneuvers coffee shop in the Ventus Sector, crowded with teenagers hanging out, was indeed to help me blend in into society. Chloe was unique, but thanks to hanging out with normal people, she also had common traits like everyone else. With Chloe''s ''normal'' side, she seems to be trying to encourage me to socialize and have many friends so that I won''t feel lonely anymore. I imagined how it would''ve been if it wasn''t traffic jam earlier or at least if Chloe was at the coffee shop. Would I have some new friends by now because of Chloe? I don''t know. "By the way, because you''re unique, you should be careful," said the teenage boy, "But I''m sure you''re already aware of that." This time, he didn''t need to explain anything to me. As someone who was kind of weird or unique, I needed to be careful. "Yes, you''re right. Thank you." A thought crossed my mind. His words from earlier seemed to indicate that he might also be weird or at least have a weird friend. I mean, not everyone cares or has enough time to pay attention to those who are different or weird. In fact, to most people, we might be seen as not existing or inferior. But he wasn''t like that, isn''t that enough to say he''s also weird. "And what about you? Are you also unique?" I asked him, now back to gazing at the sky. "Yes," he replied shortly. "You shouldn''t need to ask, you''ve guessed it, haven''t you?" I smiled, as if he could read my mind. "You''re right." "I''m curious," he said briefly before falling silent and standing up, then sitting back down. "What actually makes you unique?" I chose to ponder the words I was going to say. His question was simple and I could answer directly if I wanted to be honest, but I thought it might scare him. "No need to answer if you don''t want to," he said. I briefly thought that maybe I could follow in Chloe''s footsteps, being honest with everyone about my abilities. At least I could be myself. Moreover, if I could make new friends, I considered that as a bonus to my courage. "I''ll answer, just thinking about the right words," I replied. I fell silent for a moment, considering where I would start explaining my uniqueness. "This is actually related to the ability I have," I continued. "Ability?" "Yes. I have the ability to see ghosts," I said, closing my eyes. I didn''t want to see his expression because it might shatter what little courage I had. So, I couldn''t tell whether he was laughing at me or not. "Okay," he replied shortly. It was a response I didn''t expect and had never imagined. I mean, I thought he might mock me, call me a liar, or at least laugh at me. On the other hand, maybe he would avoid me because of a fear of ghosts. Besides those negative thoughts, I also thought getting a positive response, like him praising me or at least admiring my ability. But he responded briefly without expression, without showing whether it was a positive or negative response, just ''okay'' Is that all. "Hmm, alright... I mean, do you believe it?" I asked. "Believe what? In ghosts? Or that you can see them?" "My ability." "I believe you can see something, but I don''t believe what you see are ghosts." Why does he always give such interesting, confusing, and unexpected questions or answers? Usually, people either believe in ghosts or don''t. If they don''t believe in ghosts like my father, they''d think my ability is fake or that I''m lying. For those who believe in ghosts, they''re divided into those who call me a liar or believe I can see ghosts. But his answer was different again. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Like I said, you need to learn a lot. In my opinion, what you see are not ghosts. Something living isn''t dead, and something dead isn''t alive. You have to understand that." Confusing? I didn''t understand his meaning either. "Sorry. But I still don''t get it," I asked again for an explanation. "You don''t need to understand to comprehend, you just need to feel it. I''m sure you can sense something that normal people can''t." "Sorry. But really, I don''t understand what you mean. I''m not smart in school, so could you explain a little more clearly? If you don''t mind." This time I really asked him directly for an explanation. His words might be full of meaning, maybe with some crucial advice, but it would all be pointless if I didn''t understand. Or was he just bluffing? I don''t know. His gaze focused on me before he started his explanation, but when a word was about to come out of his mouth, he immediately shifted his gaze elsewhere. The teenage boy stood up and looked to his left. I didn''t know what he was looking at because I didn''t see anything in that direction except passing vehicles. He didn''t look at me or gaze towards me as he began to speak, "You''ll be confused if you rely on your five senses or information from others, including me. If what you say about your ability is true, then you must be able to sense something that normal people can''t, so rely on that feeling to know the truth about something." Wow. The teenage boy cleaned his clothes by shaking them with his hands and then walked in the direction he had been looking. "Wait, I still don''t understand what you''re saying." I hurriedly stood up and headed to him, asking him not to leave just yet. "No. I''ve already said you don''t need to understand, but feel it. Isn''t it because of something you felt that you wanted to talk to me and get to know me?" I stopped following him. Not because he asked me to stop or blocked my way. There was nothing in my way. I stopped because his words raised many questions in my mind. How did he know? Can he also sense auras? Does he actually have the same ability as me? But he doesn''t believe in ghosts? I don''t know. "I have to go," said the teenage boy, then he ran off. I wanted to chase after him to ask for the meaning behind all his words. I needed an explanation from him. But I couldn''t catch up with him. Not only was the distance getting farther, but I also had to wait here in case Chloe, or at least Desmon, could find me. ### I went back to the coffee shop to order coffee and snacks while waiting for Desmon to return or for Chloe to arrive. However, it seems that my order takes longer than Desmon, who returned shortly after the teenage boy left and I entered the cafe. While waiting for my order and seeing Desmon wanted to talk, I gestured to Desmon to hold on. Besides the noisy environment in the cafe, I didn''t want to get everyone''s attention to me while talking to Desmon, who they couldn''t see. Even though I could''ve used hand signals to communicate with Desmon, it was too complicated and time-consuming. There''s no harm in waiting a bit, right? It didn''t take me more than five minutes to get my order. Desmon and I immediately left. Once outside, Desmon, who seemed eager to speak, hurried to explain what he wanted to say. "Quick, order Let''s-Ride, we need to leave from here," Desmon''s words rushed out as if he were being chased by something. "Wait a minute. What''s going on?" I asked in a more relaxed tone while sipping the coffee I had just ordered. "Order it now, please. I''ll explain while we wait." I looked at Desmon carefully. His face didn''t show signs of joking, he looked very serious. Because I was sure Desmon wasn''t joking, I ordered Let''s-Ride to go home right away. "There was chaos not far from here," Desmon said as I was ordering Let''s-Ride on the app. "Why didn''t you tell me earlier? Where have you been?" My reply wanted to stare at him because he for being late in warning me about the chaos, but I couldn''t. I had to finish the order at Let''s-Ride first. "It actually happened quite far away, but it''s spread now," Desmon replied. Desmon then flew way up. I wasn''t sure what he was doing, but I thought he was checking how far the chaos had spread. "If it gets closer, why wasn''t there any public warning?" I asked. As far as I knew, the government had a system to detect chaos or anything dangerous. When the system detected chaos, everyone in the nearby location would receive a warning to stay away. But there was none this time. "The chaos isn''t caused by humans, but by ghosts," Desmon replied. Just as the Let''s-Ride car I ordered arrived, I suddenly felt a cold and dark sensation ¡ªa death aura. I jumped right into the car without any second thoughts. As soon as I got in, the car automatically started its trip towards my home. "I''ve never heard of ghosts causing chaos before," I said. "As a ghost, I''m also seeing this for the first time." "Very strange. But I''m feeling the death aura, and it''s getting stronger. Is the chaos getting closer?" "It''s getting closer. Can''t you adjust the speed of this car?" "Unfortunately, I can''t." Every second, I felt the cold getting colder, dark getting darker, noise fading into silence, and a foul odor starting to reach my nose. The car I was in could only speed up when it got onto the main road, and luckily, the road wasn''t jammed at that time, though it wasn''t empty either. At least our car''s speed was enough to reduce the death aura I felt, a sign I was getting farther away from that ghost''s chaos. "Are we far enough now? Or is the chaos getting closer?" I asked Desmon to confirm. Desmon came out of the car and flew high. Then, with all his strength, he flew towards the car I was in that had already moved away from him. "It seems like the chaos has stopped spreading. I''m not sure, but I saw a bright light coming from the direction of the chaos," Desmon replied after re-entering the car. "Thank goodness." I took a deep breath and let it out through my mouth. I wondered what would have happened to me if I had been trapped in that ghost''s chaos. It might not have mattered if they didn''t know I could see them, but if they did, it would have been a big problem, especially if there were vengeful ghosts. "Why didn''t you tell me on time?" I grumbled to Desmon, who still seemed worried. "I wanted to tell you earlier, but it''s like something was stopping me, something that kept me away from your location." "What was it?" "I don''t know either, but it seemed like a life aura," said Desmon. #### Moonlit Night I shifted my gaze, staring at him sharply. "Life aura? What do you mean by life aura?" Desmon''s lips moved slightly, it''s like he was struggling to find the right words. But he didn''t say a single word, not even a murmur. I was pretty surprised when Desmon said the life aura. Desmon for sure knew about the life aura after I told him what I heard from Chloe''s story. But there was something odd. How could a life aura prevent Desmon from approaching me? I mean, I''ve been living with him for several years now, and even at this moment, Desmon is close to me. And if what Chloe said is true, I have a life aura. Could it be that it''s not my life aura that''s keeping Desmon away, but the life aura of the teenage boy before? But if that''s the case, then what''s the difference between the life aura that boy had and the life aura I have? Don''t we both possess a life aura? And if the life aura can keep ghosts away, then why have I actually met ghosts all this time, even meeting more than dozens of them? Even if I remembered Chloe''s story correctly, Chloe''s phantom was attracted to me because of the life aura I gave off. Are phantoms actually attracted to a life aura, while ghosts are attracted to a death aura? And is it true that ghosts can''t get close to someone with a life aura? If so, does the opposite apply to phantoms, meaning they can''t get close to someone with a death aura? However, once again, Chloe''s story doesn''t explain that. What I remember from her story is about vengeful ghosts and the phantom being attracted in Chloe because of the death aura she possessed, and the phantom also being attracted to the life aura. As far as I can remember, I''ve never get any information about ghosts avoiding the life aura. There were a few ways to repel or prevent ghosts from getting closer to you, but the concept of the life aura was never mentioned. Back to Desmon''s statement, if what he said is true about him being blocked by the life aura, then the only possible explanation I can think of is that life aura is different from mine or maybe that life aura is much stronger than mine. But when I think about it, just by its name only, I understand why Desmon might not be able to get close. I mean, Desmon is dead. In other words, he lost his life, that''s why he can''t getting close to that life aura. Or in other words, the death can''t getting close to the life, they belong to different realms. And specifically about phantoms, if I remember correctly from an article I read, it stated that phantoms are an other entity and different from ghosts that were once alive and then dead. But that contradicts what Chloe told me. According to Chloe, the phantom is nothing but another kind of ghost. Confusing. Mind-boggling. Full of ambiguity. It seems I''ll have to ask Chloe a lot of questions about the life aura, hoping she knows about it. "Don''t you know anything about it either?" I broke the silence between us. I''m sure Desmon also has many thoughts about the life aura, just like me. "Yes, you''re right. I also don''t understand what''s happening. How to explain all of this." Desmon replied, leaning back on the rear seat of the car next to me. "It seems we need to ask a lot of questions to Chloe." "You''re right. You''re absolutely right. So when you meet her, ask her directly about it and don''t start dating." Desmon joked, smiling towards me. In any situation and in the middle of confusion like this, it seems he still has thoughts to mock me. "Stop it," I replied, "By the way, do you know I met someone earlier?" "Chloe?" "No, someone else. Someone pretty weird." "How weird?" "Yeah, weird because I could feel a life aura from him." Desmon faced me completely. I mean, he wasn''t sitting next to me anymore, instead, he was sitting through the chair in front of me and looking directly at me. Ghost style. "Perhaps that person''s life aura is what''s keeping me away." He said it with a tone as if to surprise me with a statement like in movies. It seems I need to cut back on watching movies, especially with Desmon around. "Maybe... but if that''s true, what makes his different from mine?" "I think maybe his mastery of his ability is much stronger than yours." I furrowed my brow as I raised both eyebrows. I didn''t realize I was doing that, but I could see the reflection of my face barely in the mirror in the middle of the car. As you know, every Let''s-Ride car is equipped with a makeup mirror in the middle of the car between the two front seats, and another hidden mirror in the dashboard in the front passenger seat that can be opened by pressing a button or voice command, depending on the type of car. A feature pretty essential for those who care about their appearance. "Whether you''re mocking me or praising him by saying his ability is much better than mine, but is a life aura really an ability?" I asked. No, I wasn''t annoyed. "To be honest, when you talked about the conversation with Chloe about you having a life aura, I didn''t believe it." Desmon silent for a moment, "I mean, if indeed you have a life aura, I should have realized it from the start. But until now, I haven''t felt it." What Desmon said had a point, and it''s true. But I feel something strange about everything related to the phantom, life aura, death aura, and all that. I''ve had the ability to see ghosts since I was seven years old until now, but why are all these things only coming to my attention now? Even Desmon, who is actually a ghost, doesn''t quite understand. There must be something still hidden, something we don''t know. "Don''t you know any ghosts who are older or more experienced?" I asked. "Unfortunately not. If I had, you''d know I''d have asked them by now," Desmon replied. "All of this is truly confusing, as if I''m just born into this world, knowing nothing." "Same here, except I''m not born but rather recently dead." Desmon smirked again. I liked his vibe. When we were surrounded by thousands of questions we couldn''t answer, thousands of confusing thoughts, at least we could still joke around to cheer each other up. During the rest of the trip, which wasn''t much longer ¡ªabout ten minutes until I reached home¡ª we spent time teasing each other, with Desmon now making new jokes about my relationship with Chloe. It didn''t bother me, as long as we could have fun. This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. ### We arrived at my house when the sky was dark, but not too dark as usual. I just walked up to my house''s front door, planning to open it. But it wasn''t needed. The door opened from the inside. I could hear voices talking. At that moment, my initial thought was that it might be my mom''s friend visiting or her colleague discussing office matters. But I was wrong. The first person I saw when the door open fully was Chloe. "Hey, you''re back?" Chloe stood by the door, greeting me. "Honey, you''re home?" My mom, in the living room, walked towards the door. "Chloe was looking for you." Desmon glanced at me, as if to ask, ''Weren''t we supposed to meet her at Maneuvers coffee shop?'' Unfortunately, I couldn''t turn my head to explain or signal back to him, at least not for now. "Um, yeah, hi," I messed up. I was really surprised to see Chloe at my house, so don''t imagine I prepared an explanation words. "Alright, you two can talk inside," said my mom, already outside. My mom then came up to me and whispered, "Go talk to her or take a walk, she''s been waiting for you." It was hard for me not to glance at my mom. What was my mom thinking? Was she thinking something odd about my relationship with Chloe? Why were there so many weird things in one day? My brain couldn''t handle it all. Hehe. My mom slipped something into my pants pocket, then she turned around. "I''ve left you both alone now. See you later, Chloe." "See you," Chloe replied. Then, my mom reentered the house and seemingly headed straight to her room. Meanwhile, Chloe closed the door behind her and walked towards me. As the distance between us was only a meter, she shifted her gaze towards Desmon. "So, this is your Quoranic?" Chloe asked, directing her face towards Desmon but her eyes towards me. I felt like I''ve heard that word before, but I couldn''t remember when or its meaning. "You know about Quoranic, right?" Chloe turned her face towards me this time. "Of course, he knows, right, Robert?" Desmon said. "You can hear me, can''t you, Chloe?" Chloe turned back to face Desmon. "Sure. Didn''t Robert tell you?" "I did, I''ve told him," I shot back, responding to what Desmon had said earlier because he answered instead of me. Desmon adjusted his position so that the three of us could talk without needing to change our view. "Just making sure." "By the way, could you explain Quoranic? Sorry, but I forgot," I said. "A ghost''s friend or companion that''s called Quoranic in the ghost world, right, Desmon?" Chloe replied. "Perfect score for you," Desmon replied. "Sorry, Chloe, I didn''t expect you to come to my house. I thought we agreed to meet at the Maneuvers coffee shop in the Ventus sector," I said. "Oh, right. Actually, I should apologize, especially if you''ve already reached there, the traffic was terrible," Chloe replied. "Extremely bad, as if it wasn''t moving at all," Desmon added. Chloe glanced at her smartphone briefly, "How long were you waiting there? I''m really sorry, but honestly, I intended to go there, but because of the traffic, I changed my mind and just came to your house to inform you. Turns out, you were already gone. Sorry." "No worries. What time did you arrive here?" I asked. "I left for the coffee shop at two, but due to the traffic, I canceled and headed to your house. If I''m not mistaken, I reached your house around three," Chloe replied. I could say we left at the same time, but the difference was I continued the journey to the Maneuvers coffee shop, while Chloe turned back. Maybe, without us realizing it, we might have crossed paths on the way, but unfortunately, we had no means of communication, so we wouldn''t have known. "By the way, I just realized something," Chloe said. "What is it?" "When we''re chatting like this, you and I can freely talk to Desmon without worrying about being seen as weird by others," Chloe smiled at me, a sweet smile. I understood what she meant, although a bit late. Desmon and Chloe had already smiled and laughed, and not wanting to be left out, I joined in the laughter too. I never thought about it, I only needed one human friend to appear ''normal'' in the eyes of people. With that, I could freely talk to any ghost as long as there was that one human friend. Like now, Chloe and I, a human, and Desmon, a ghost, gathered together. The three of us could talk freely, and others wouldn''t find us weird or think much of it. They''d simply see me talking with Chloe, and that seemed normal. If there were no Chloe or me, then one of us wouldn''t be able to speak with Desmon this freely. Because those who saw us would think that either Chloe or I was talking to ourselves like a crazy person. We continued our chill chat filled with jokes for a while, then Desmon said, "You didn''t want to invite her inside, Robert?" After hearing Desmon''s word, my attention immediately turned to Chloe, as did hers. "Do you want to come in?" I offered with a smile. "Sorry, not to be rude or anything, but I seem to be getting bored indoors after chatting with your mom for so long," Chloe replied, also smiling. "What were you talking about?" I asked, curious. Until now, I never knew or never saw my mom talking for such a long time with any of my friends, even before I had this ability. Usually, it was small talk when they met on the street, but beyond that, there was no conversation at all. So, I was a bit confused and curious about what was actually happening. Did Chloe have a special trick for talking to someone? If so, it seemed I needed it. Or had Chloe cast a spell on my mom? I knew that was impossible, I was just kidding. Or the most likely explanation was that my mom was super excited that her only child finally had a friend after years of being alone, especially a girl with such a sweet smile as Chloe''s. Desmon clapped his hands in between us, "Sorry, but I think I''ll head inside now." Desmon stopped for a moment, first looking at Chloe, then at me, before continuing, "Since Chloe doesn''t want to be indoors, why don''t you take her out for a walk tonight? It''s brighter than usual." Both Chloe and Desmon had smiles on their faces, but I could clearly tell the difference between the two kinds of smiles. Chloe might have been smiling because she was happy or embarrassed, I wasn''t sure. However, Desmon''s smile definitely showed an annoying smirk, the kind he often used to mock me. "Why not?" Chloe replied. "It''s a good way to burn calories, if you don''t mind." I thought for a moment. I didn''t mind taking Chloe for a walk at all. In fact, I wanted to. But I still wasn''t sure. I had to make her feel comfortable during our walk because I was afraid that if I failed, Chloe might not want to meet me again. "I don''t mind at all. Not at all," I said. "But where do you want to go?" "Anywhere, we could just stroll to the park. If I''m not mistaken, there''s a park nearby, right?" Chloe replied. "Hmm... Okay, if you don''t mind." Desmon clapped his hands again between us, "Alright then, you guys go for a stroll in the park. I''m heading to my room now. See you later, Chloe." "See you," Chloe replied. At that moment, I desperately wanted to punch Desmon''s face because he was clearly teasing me, or at least I thought he would use this to tease me later. But, on the other hand, I was also grateful to Desmon because of him, I could walk alone with Chloe without feeling awkward about inviting her. Before leaving, Desmon took a moment to pat my pants pocket. The same pocket where my mom had slipped something earlier. I think I understood Desmon''s intention. So, he was just following my mom''s orders to take Chloe out. It seems he overheard when my mom whispered to me. Thanks to Desmon for that, because I almost forgot to check what my mom had slipped into my pocket. So when Chloe''s attention turned to Desmon, who was walking or flying into our house, I took a moment to check my pocket. I didn''t need to take it out and see it directly with my own eyes, I could tell what my mom had placed in my pocket just by feeling it. I could clearly feel the numbers and the symbol of a bank on the card where it was issued. Yes, a bank card. This is crazy, absolutely crazy. In my entire life, I never imagined my mom would give me her bank card without any warnings for its use like ''Remember, don''t buy anything weird,'' ''Only for school purposes, nothing else,'' or ''Only for one item as a gift, nothing more than that.'' Was my mom so super excited to know her child had found a friend? I don''t know. "So, are we going now?" I asked. "Of course," Chloe replied. Before I could take a step, Chloe lifted her face towards the night sky, "It seems what Desmon said is true, tonight is brighter than usual." I already knew that, long before Desmon said it. Yet, I lifted my face towards the night sky too, "Yes. Absolutely beautiful." "Bright as if illuminated by the aura of life, just like how you illuminate my darkness with the light of your life." I never thought those words would come from Chloe. I looked at her, smiling. Chloe replied by looking at me, smiling back. I would never forget her sweet smile. Very sweet. #### Shadows at Night The Northingham Public Park is close to my house. Walking along the main road takes about half an hour or less, but my housing complex has a shortcut path that reduces travel time to ten minutes. During the way, Chloe and I talked about many things, especially related to my mother. I knew Desmon had been pushing me to ask puzzling questions about things like the life aura. However, I thought those questions required serious answers, and serious answers required a serious place, or at least not while walking. So, I kept all those questions to myself, and we only chatted about light topics. But unexpectedly, light conversation on the topic of my mother led us to a sad conversation. Initially, I asked Chloe the same question about what she and my mother talked about. Chloe answered by telling a story that started when my mother was cooking when Chloe came for a visit. Then, although not asked for help by my mother, Chloe felt uncomfortable just standing by seeing my mother struggle with her cooking. Admittedly, my mother isn''t a cooking expert, far from it. That''s why both she and I often order food. Even so, my mother still tries to learn cooking on her own. My mom''s main reason for cooking was so she could put her love into my body through the food she made, at least that''s what my mom said. And indeed, I have to admit her skills have been improving over time. Back to the story, Chloe finally helped my mother with her cooking, even though Chloe admitted she wasn''t good at cooking either. According to Chloe, that''s when their interaction became more intense. They weren''t just communicating stiffly but started exchanging jokes, and all of that was because they began to unite through the process of working together in the kitchen, Chloe said. After explaining what they did and discussed while cooking, including how their final dish turned out surprisingly terrible in terms of both taste and appearance, Chloe told my mother she still enjoyed it. That''s when the tone of the story started to shift. My mother, who was curious, finally asked about it, and Chloe began to explain the fate of both her parents and her own situation after being abandoned by them in an accident. After the accident, Chloe lived alone mentally for several years. Yes, only mentally alone, because Chloe had been well taken care of by her grandparents. However, Chloe felt the love from her grandparents was different, especially considering they didn''t believe in Chloe''s abilities. From Chloe''s story, I at least learned that Chloe had a similar phase in life as mine, feeling mentally trapped alone because a lot of people didn''t really understand her. I could relate to that with my father. Chloe continued her story by saying she was glad because my mother seemed to replace her parents who have passed away, especially since Chloe had told my mother about her ability to see ghosts. Chloe felt happier because my mom recognized and accepted her ability. I was happy that she was happy. "Then I told her how I got that ability, how I lived with it," Chloe continued telling, "And you know what? Your mother just smiled and praised me." "Yeah, that''s my mother. She always has that kind of nature," I replied. "That''s why I''m really happy to have met and talked with your mother. So, maybe someday I can visit again just to talk with your mother. Is that okay?" "Of course, of course. As long as my mother allows it. But I''m sure she''ll allow you." Chloe smiled, a very sweet smile. Chloe''s story was really interesting, especially seeing her happy expressions, which made us forget and only realize again when we were already at the park. ### The Northingham Sector Public Park is usually open at all times, except for specific areas that require permission from the management, such as the performance fields. So, we could enter the park even though it was already night. When we arrived, the park was bustling with people. I forgot that today was Saturday night, the perfect time for couples. And the park was one of the most visited places, besides being free and easily accessible ¡ªit also offered refreshing breeze from the trees, and, most importantly, everything was natural, not artificial. "I forgot that the park gets crowded on Saturday nights," I said. Chloe looked at me, "Does it bother you?" Initially, I thought Chloe would be bothered, but when I glanced at her, I realized she wasn''t bothered by the crowd at all. Instead, it was me who felt uneasy in the middle of the crowd. "Honestly, I feel a bit uneasy," I admitted. "I can see that. Do you want to go back?" "How about we go to a nearby restaurant instead? It should be quiet there, and the food is good. Would you like that?" Chloe''s face was directed towards me, but her eyes were scanning the park as if she was looking for something. "Okay, but wait here just for a moment." Chloe then walked into the park, leaving me alone. I tried to catch up with her but didn''t call out to her. I just followed her. For some reason, it seemed like something suddenly caught Chloe''s attention or something she was searching for. Chloe even sped up her pace and paid no attention to me. I was curious about what Chloe was doing. Was it related to the ghost world? Or the phantom? Or something else? Or maybe Chloe just wanted to play a prank on me. I ran a little to catch up as she was quite far ahead of me. Shortly after, Chloe stopped in front of a building. A building that was usually used for performances or community activities. I managed to catch up to her and wanted to ask what Chloe was actually doing, but Chloe''s gaze was entirely fixed in one direction, ignoring my. "Do you know how to get inside?" Chloe asked without turning her face at all. I looked around the building to realize which side I was facing, "Yes, there''s a door on the right the building from here. But we can''t enter it right now as it''s probably locked." Chloe turned her body to face me, her expression serious. "Can you help me?" "Sure, what can I help with?" Chloe approached the building''s wall and then sat leaning against it. "Sit." I tried to guess what Chloe was really doing. Why was she sitting and leaning there? Especially sitting on the obviously dirty ground. There must have been something serious, otherwise, why would she want to sit on the dirty ground? Because I was sure it was something serious, I didn''t ask her anything, afraid of disturbing her focus. I just followed her command and sat on the ground next to her. Moments after I sat down, Chloe''s hand started searching for mine. Once she found it, without waiting for any signal, Chloe''s hand instantly grabbed mine. As our hands held together, my heart raced as if I had broken the sprinting record. My breath started acting weird and uneven, it seemed like my breathing was off. Moreover, I started sweating a lot, soaking my entire body, as if I were standing in a heavy rainstorm. Throughout my life, I had never held a woman''s hand, except for my mother. I had touched a woman''s hand before, but never held hands like this. Moreover, I could feel Chloe''s grip, so tight as if she didn''t want to let go. "I don''t have time to explain, so please protect me," Chloe said before leaning her head and body onto my shoulder. I didn''t know, didn''t understand, and really didn''t get what was happening. Seeing Chloe''s body and head leaning on my shoulder actually made my heart race even more, my breathing even weirder, and I was already sweating a lot. And now, I felt an extremely cold chill throughout my body. Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. I tilted my head to see Chloe''s face, trying to figure out what she was actually doing. However, all I found was an expressionless face and tightly closed-eyed Chloe. It was calming to see her so peaceful, making my heartbeat return to normal, as well as my breath. Although I was still sweating and feeling cold. At first, I thought Chloe had fallen asleep or pretended to sleep. But after looking at her face for a longer time, I realized something was amiss. Worried and trying not to assume the worst, I moved my free hand towards Chloe''s nose. She wasn''t breathing. She wasn''t breathing at all, there was no airflow coming from her nose. Realizing this also made me aware that the cold I felt was coming from Chloe''s body touching mine, especially from her hand that was still holding mine. Suddenly, I felt another rush that made my heart race. It can''t be! It can''t be! I knew exactly what was in my mind at that moment, but I rejected it and tried to push away or even get rid of that thought. IT CAN''T BE! I had to think positively, stay positive. It couldn''t be that Chloe suddenly passed away. She must be okay, there had to be something my foolish brain couldn''t understand, I had to stay calm. I wanted to let go of Chloe''s hand and change my position to face her. To look at her closely, to make sure she was okay. But I immediately remembered Chloe''s last words, ''...please protect me.'' I was sure Chloe must be okay. I was sure she must be okay, she knew something I didn''t. She must have planned this. I ensure myself, I reassure myself that everything is fine. Slowly, my heartbeat began to return to normal, my breathing had already returned to normal, and my sweating had stopped. However, I still felt cold on my shoulders and hands, as if holding onto blocks of ice. Thinking it over, Chloe seemed to have done this intentionally. I mean, she suddenly leaned back, asked me to sit beside her, held my hand, and now her head rested on my shoulder. Could she be teasing me? I mean, Chloe did all these things quite suddenly. And after thinking about it more, anyone who saw us would probably have the same idea, thinking we were dating. Especially Desmon. If he saw Chloe in a seemingly sleeping position on my shoulder with our hands held together, he would surely assume we were dating. And that could be bad for me because he would definitely mock me endlessly until maybe he could live again ¡ªbecause there''s no way he could die again. Chloe still hadn''t woken up. And I was still in a state of confusion, whether Chloe was really dead or doing something I couldn''t understand, though at the moment I leaned more towards the latter possibility. I stared at the sky, waiting for Chloe to wake up. I might have been gazing at the sky for more than ten minutes. Because Chloe didn''t wake up even after waiting for a few more minutes, I started to get anxious again. But luckily, my blank mind while staring at the sky brought me back to the past, to the time when my father passed away. At that moment, when my father died, he immediately became a ghost, leaving his body in this world, and that was when he realized my ability was real. So, that reassured me once more that Chloe wasn''t dead. I mean, if Chloe was dead, I would definitely be able to see her as a ghost in the ghost world, even if only for a short time. But this time, I didn''t see Chloe in her ghost form at all. So, I made sure that Chloe was still alive. I was still looking at the bright moonlit night sky. However, the longer I looked, the darker it felt. Was the moonlight starting to dim? The cold chill that Chloe''s body gave off had spread throughout my body and was getting colder. I also just realized something that was actually very easy to notice, the bustling park had now become quiet, very quiet, I couldn''t even find a single person. There was silence all around me. I reached for my smartphone with my free hand to check the time. Without realizing, Chloe and I had been in this park for more than half an hour, and most of the time was spent just sitting here. My stomach started growling, I hadn''t eaten anything since noon except for drinking coffee and ordering snacks that only helped fill my stomach temporarily. This wouldn''t have been a problem if Chloe wasn''t like this because we should have been in the restaurant by now, and my stomach would have been full. Shortly after my stomach growled, I smelled something bad. Immediately, I tried to remember what I was feeling from the darkening sky, the spreading cold, the crowd turning into silence, my hungry stomach, and now the foul odor piercing my nose. The death aura. Whoosh! A dark shadow darted from behind me to in front of me, right on my left side. It moved so quickly that I couldn''t identify whether it was a black cat or something else. Whoosh! Another black shadow also passed through the same path. This time, I could easily identify the second black shadow because it stopped right after it crushed the first black shadow. Both shadows had a human-like form. The first shadow, which was pinned down, had a quite large body, while the second shadow, which was pinning the first shadow down, had a rather slim body. When both shadows were right in front of me, I felt a powerful death aura from them. Strangely, I also felt a slight life aura gradually disappearing until I could no longer feel it. The first shadow suddenly jerked its body, as if trying to break free from the second shadow. However, slowly but surely, its movements weakened until it came to a complete standstill. Seeing this odd scene in front of me, as a normal human being in general, I wanted to escape or at least hide. But unfortunately, I couldn''t control my body. I didn''t know why my body couldn''t be controlled was it because of the two shadows in front of me? All of my life, I''ve never felt paralyzed except after Leina came up to me that one time. I immediately blacked out, and when I woke up, I couldn''t control my body in the hospital. That''s why, for a moment, I thought that both shadows might be Phantoms. Moreover, I felt an extremely strong death aura from both shadows, making me even more suspicious. But, if that were true, another question that came up was why were they fighting? Not long after the first shadow stopped fighting back, the second shadow released the first. Then both stood up, and the first shadow walked away from me until it was out of sight, while the second shadow stay motionless in its place. When standing, I felt like I knew about the second shadow, as if I could recognize it even though the second shadow was facing away from me. I don''t know why, but when I didn''t feel like running away anymore, replaced by curiosity to know the second shadow, suddenly my body could move again. As I said, I no longer wanted to run away, so I just stay silent when the second shadow turned around to face me. Chloe. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn''t mistaken. Turns out, I was right, the second shadow was Chloe. Still in disbelief, I looked at my right shoulder, checking if Chloe''s head was still leaning on it. Then I shifted my gaze to my hand, checking if I was still holding Chloe''s hand. Then I moved my head forward, checking to my right side, if Chloe''s face was still looked innocent and expressionless. And the answer to all those questions was yes. Chloe''s head was still leaning on my shoulder, my hand still held hers, and Chloe''s face still looked innocent and expressionless. Still puzzled, I looked back at the shadow, double-checking that I wasn''t mistaken. And the answer still same, the shadow was Chloe. Different from Chloe, who leaned on my shoulder without any expression on her face, the shadow that looked like Chloe was smiling and chuckling. A sweet smile. "I know you''re puzzled, but relax, it''s me, Chloe," The shadow looked like Chloe spoke in the middle of her chuckling, then she pointed towards the body of Chloe on my right side. "And that''s my body-" "What do you mean?" I shouted a bit while continuously glancing between the shadow that looked like Chloe and Chloe''s body. Which one was real? "Calm down. I want to explain it, but you need to stay calm." Right after saying that, the shadow swiftly moved towards Chloe''s body. Instantly, the death aura I felt disappeared. The night sky became bright again. The cold chill had turned into a refreshing breeze, and I could feel Chloe''s warmth again. Sounds of people chatting, singing, and laughing from a distance can be heard again. The foul odor was gone. All death aura disappeared, except for my growling stomach. Turns out, I was truly hungry, not hungry because of the death aura. Hehe. As everything seemed to return to normal, Chloe''s body stay in the same position. Except now, I could feel her hand that was holding mine starting to squeeze. "Thank you for looking after my body," Chloe said softly but startled my soul. Yeah, I was shocked to death. Even accidentally, my body''s reflex made Chloe''s head hit the wall of the building we were leaning on, and my hand let go of Chloe''s hand. "Hfft. I''m sorry," I said, followed by my hand gently touching her bumped head, without me realizing it. Chloe didn''t seem angry with me, she giggled and then smiled. "I did intend to startle you, but I didn''t expect karma to hit me so quickly." I smiled back and chuckled lightly. After all the consequences of Chloe''s prank were over, Chloe held my hand again, and her head leaned back on my shoulder. Chloe standstill, staring at the sky. "I''m sorry if I puzzled you. I didn''t have time to explain to you because there wasn''t any time. But I will explain it now." I was glad she was finally explaining it, something that made me feel like riding a rollercoaster. Tense, fast heartbeat, and difficulty breathing, then calm again, then tense again, and so on. But it all seemed to have ended. I had gotten off the ride. "Firstly, I want to explain that earlier I entered the ghost world," Chloe continued, "You should have seen my soul leaving my body, but because it was rushed, my soul exited backward, penetrating the wall. So, you couldn''t see my soul leaving." Chloe silent for a moment. Although her body had been here by my side without moving at all, it seemed to me that Chloe was trying to control her breath. Chloe continued her explanation after catching her breath, "So, you might have been puzzled when my body suddenly seemed lifeless, felt cold. That''s how it is when you enter the ghost world, your body will feel lifeless." "But why did you suddenly enter the ghost world?" "Because... you must have seen the shadow I pinned down earlier, right? He''s a ghost who would turn into a vengeful ghost, and I had to rush to prevent that. Do you know why phantoms and vengeful ghosts share similar traits?" "No. Why?" "Because they''re actually the same. There''s only one thing that differentiates them, and that''s phantoms are created from vengeful ghosts whose grudges have faded as they accepted what they went through. That''s why I rushed, I had to make him accept what he had gone through so he wouldn''t become a dangerous vengeful ghost but become a protective phantom." "But how did you do that?" Chloe didn''t answer, but she breathed out from her mouth, "Huff." Then Chloe said, "Sorry, I want to explain, but can we move to a warmer place first? I''m feeling cold." Chloe''s body seemed weak, so without hesitation, I stood up and helped her to stand. "Sorry, I didn''t know you were feeling cold. Let''s head straight to the restaurant." It seemed Chloe''s body was also not strong enough to walk, she seemed unsteady when she started to take steps. So, I supported her by offering my shoulder, making it easier for her to walk. "Thank you. Actually, I feel cold because of the effect of entering the ghost world," Chloe said while still trying to walk. "It seems like you often enter the ghost world," I replied. Chloe could only smile. Her energy seemed completely drained. I spoke again, "Actually, I wanted to enter the ghost world. But Desmon didn''t allow it." I silent for a moment, "Can you teach me?" Chloe glanced at me, her smile never fading. "Sure, but after I recover." #### Night at Restaurant It took less than fifteen minutes to reach the restaurant. It could''ve been faster if Chloe could walk normally from the start. But I understand her condition. Fortunately, Chloe could walk normally after we moved a bit away from the park. The restaurant I meant was actually a casual diner that only served fast food. What set this restaurant apart from other fast-food chains was its variety of sauces. I know not many people, especially in this country, liked various types of sauce. Usually, they just liked one or two sauce types. But, as teenagers often say, ''Mix it, enjoy it'' this restaurant did target the teenagers. However, every Saturday night, this restaurant was always empty. I once asked one of the waitresses out of curiosity about why this restaurant was quiet on Saturday nights when it was always bustling every other night. The waitress said, "You know, young people prefer to explore when they''re on vacation." That''s why this restaurant became my favorite on Saturday nights, quiet yet delicious food. Based on that, I thought this restaurant could be a good place to talk and discuss the ghost world issues with Chloe. Enjoying delicious food and talking about something weird without worrying that our conversation would be heard by others. When we arrived at the restaurant, Chloe picked a seat in the farthest corner of the room to avoid the waiters from listening in. I agreed and liked Chloe''s choice of seat. On the touchscreen at the table, I ordered my favorite menu, while Chloe just went with my recommendation, which is my favorite, hehe. After we ordered and I paid with my mom''s bank card, the estimated time showed on the screen, five minutes. "So, how are you feeling now? Are you better?" I asked to start a conversation. "Better. It usually took half an hour or more, but now it''s much better. Seems like it''s thanks to the life aura you gave off." I looked into her half-closed eyes because of tiredness, "Actually, I wanted to ask many things. But seeing your condition, I''ll ask later." Chloe smiled again, but this time her smile was faint and brief. "Thanks, you''re understanding. But after eating, I''ll feel better, so feel free to ask your question." I nodded. Like always, in any restaurant, drinks were always served first before the food. I don''t know why they do that, but I think it''s their marketing strategy to get us to order more drinks. I drank my drink, and so did Chloe. Chloe''s drink was even finished in a flash, and kind of embarrassed, she asked for another of the same drink. We just sat quietly waiting for our food and Chloe''s drink to served. I didn''t want to start a conversation or engage with Chloe at a time like this because besides Chloe not being able to or finding it difficult to reply, I''m sure Chloe also had a hard time to get any interaction from me. When the food was served, we eagerly started eating. I usually really enjoyed my food, appreciating every single bite. But it seemed like Chloe wasn''t quite into it. Chloe, to me, is the kind of person who eats without caring about taste. They''ve become numb. Why? Because they eat so quickly ¡ªmaybe they don''t even chew it. How not to be quick, Chloe even ordered food again when I had just finished half of my portion. "Sorry." That was the only word that came out of her mouth. I could understand that. Maybe even really got it if I felt the same feeling drained and hunger after going into the ghost world. I mean, ghosts are people who have died, and one of the death aura is hunger, so wouldn''t it be automatic that if you enter the ghost world, you''d be super hungry. Right? In the end, we just focused on our food to getting energy before starting a conversation that might be very serious later. It didn''t take more than half an hour for us to finish our foods, excluding the extra time Chloe took for her additional food. After eating, and the waiter took away all the eating utensils, except our glasses that still had drinks in them. We finally had time to talk. "So, do you want me to start from where?" Chloe asked while wiping her mouth. "I don''t know, I was confused too." "What if from the beginning?" "Hmm... Okay, so what really happened." "I told you before, I felt the death aura from the shadow you saw, so I rushed to help it from becoming a vengeful ghost." I stayed quiet for a moment to think and took a sip of my drink. "I don''t remember you mentioning that you felt the death aura before." "Really didn''t?" I shook my head, then Chloe continued. "Maybe my mind was a mess because I was tired. So, that''s it, I felt the death aura, so I thought someone would become a vengeful ghost, and I hurried to help him." There''s something odd for me lately. I''ve been hearing these two words a lot, ''life aura'' and especially ''death aura.'' It''s like these two things are really important. What''s odd is, I''ve never felt these auras before. I felt the death aura for the first time when I met Leina, and the life aura when I met that unique teenager. What''s even odder is that I couldn''t feel the death aura like Chloe did. I mean, when Chloe talked about feeling that death aura, I didn''t feel it at all. The same goes for Desmon, he said he couldn''t feel the life aura from me, even though Chloe said she felt a strong life aura coming from me. Odd, right? I fixed my facial expression and body movements as best as I could to not show that I didn''t believe her explanation. "Sorry. It''s not that I didn''t believe you, but I didn''t feel any death aura at all before." Chloe''s face seemed quite surprised to me, so I quickly added, "Again, sorry, but maybe there''s something you could explain. Was I insensitive, or what?" "Hahaha..." Chloe just laughed and smiled, "I wasn''t offended at all. You don''t need to apologize." I replied with a relieved smile because I was worried she might get offended. "Yeah, that''s normal. Not everyone can feel the death aura and the life aura. Normally, for those who don''t have the same aura, it''s harder, unless the radiation of the death aura or the life aura is extremely strong." I understood Chloe''s explanation a bit, but I was still confused. "So, what you''re saying is, only those with the death aura can feel the death aura?" "Kind of. If you know about resonance, maybe you''d get it better," said Chloe before she drank her drink to refresh her throat. Chloe''s last words helped me understand better. Resonance is when one thing vibrates because another thing with the same frequency vibrates. So, in this case, it''s like Chloe''s death aura was also able to detect the death aura from other people or ghosts because they had the same type of aura. This might also explain why Desmon couldn''t feel my life aura because our aura types were different. And it also explains why I could feel the life aura from the unique teenager at the Maneuvers coffee shop earlier. "But there''s one thing that confused me. Why could you, who had the death aura, feel my life aura, but Desmon couldn''t feel my life aura? Do I really have a life aura or maybe there''s something unusual about Desmon?" I asked after I made sure Chloe finished her drink so she could talk. "Wait, couldn''t Desmon feel your life aura?" Chloe asked back. "Yeah. Was there something weird?" "No, I just thought your life aura was very strong at first, but it seems I was wrong," Chloe replied and then silent for a moment. "So, what do you mean I didn''t have a life aura?" "No, no like that. All living humans basically had a life aura, that''s why it''s called a life aura. And all ghosts, who were once living humans, had the same thing, they all had a death aura. But there was something strange-" I was so silly for not understanding that. Of course, it''s called a life aura because it comes from a living person, and that''s why it''s called a death aura because it comes from someone who''s already dead, like a ghost. While waiting for Chloe to think, I took another sip of my drink. "This might not be certain... but I think I couldn''t actually sense your life aura." Chloe continued. "What do you mean? So, what actually-" "I had three possibilities, and maybe they were all wrong. First, I was still alive, so I still had a life aura that I previously thought had disappeared from frequently entering the ghost world. So, maybe it was my life aura that actually resonated with your life aura." This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. "It could be, that makes sense." Chloe took a sip, which I could tell she was actually putting together words. "Secondly, what I felt wasn''t your life aura, but I sensed the resonance of my phantom, Leina''s death aura. However, since Leina''s death aura is very different from the life aura, I could feel that difference significantly." The second possibility also sounded make sense to me. Clearly, the bond between Leina and Chloe had become incredibly strong. Even remembering Chloe''s previous story, she told she could feeling Leina''s presence before realizing that it came from the life aura. It''s possible that Chloe couldn''t feel my life aura, just like Desmon, except for that one time when my life aura felt so noticeable because it was so different from Leina''s death aura that Chloe felt. "So, you mean, my life aura felt so strong when near Leina''s death aura?" I asked to make sure I got it right. "Something like that, you could imagine seeing a small dot of light surrounded by total darkness. Even though it''s just a dot, that light can light up around you, making it easier for you to see, right?" A great analogy. Like when you were in a dark place and you turned on a flashlight, even though the light only came from the flashlight, it was able to light up the surroundings and make it easier for us to see around. So, in conclusion, I did have a life aura like any other living person, which wasn''t strong. Basically, both Chloe and Desmon couldn''t feel it. However, during the incident on the bridge, because Leina''s death aura surrounded me, or in other words, Leina''s darkness covered my light. Chloe thought the light was quite strong as it brighten Leina''s darkness, but it wasn''t, it was just a tiny dot of light. I waited for Chloe to explain the third possibility, but after a while, she still didn''t explain it. "So, what happened next?" I asked. Chloe shifted her gaze towards the window, seemingly avoiding eye contact with me, "The third, hmm... actually, this doesn''t sound good. It''s about Desmon, do you still want to hear it?" Desmon? If Chloe said it wasn''t good, then something was wrong with Desmon. So, as his friend, of course, I had to listen to her. "Sure, what''s wrong? Is something wrong with Desmon?" I asked. "Before that, I wanna ask something, just to be sure," Chloe said, looking back at me. "Do you know why he died?" The reason Desmon died. He didn''t like me talking about it because it brought back his trauma. But at least he once mentioned it to me, well, he didn''t really tell me. At that time, I was telling Desmon about one of the movies I had just finished watching. In the part where the main protagonist was trapped, drowned, and betrayed by her friends, Desmon showed signs of trauma. Desmon went berserk and even tried to attack me, but I managed to dodge and calm him down. Slowly, Desmon became calmer, and that''s when he accidentally told me that he had been pranked by his schoolmate until he drowned. That''s why he was deeply shaken by anything related to school, including my school friends, but slowly, his trauma got better. He said since meeting me, he started to adapt. Chloe stayed silent after hearing my story, "So, that''s how it went." "So, what was wrong with Desmon?" I asked. "This was just my assumption, I could be wrong. But do you know what what makes different a vengeful ghost from another ghost?" I think I understand where Chloe''s conversation is heading. "Wasn''t a vengeful ghost wanted to take revenge on someone who did something wrong toward them when they were alive?" Chloe nodded to show she agreed, "But you might not know that not all vengeful ghosts were vengeful ghosts from the beginning when they became ghosts." "What do you mean?" "Many people were treated badly and then died, becoming ghosts. Those who became ghosts didn''t turn into vengeful ghosts yet, because their memories got a little distorted when they died." I asked again after getting a chance when Chloe paused to take a drink, "When did they become vengeful ghosts?" Chloe answered, but this time her gaze was completely focused on my eyes, not to intimidate but seems like to see how I reacted to her words. "When their memories were restored. They usually went through some messed-up stuff, like trauma for humans. But, once their memories were restored, they completely turned into vengeful ghosts." I don''t know why, but I felt a really strong punch suddenly hitting my chest. No way, my only friend could turn into a really dangerous vengeful ghost. Desmon was the only one who could cheer me up ¡ªwell, besides my mom¡ª and now he might become a creature that could harm me. "Are you okay?" Chloe asked, clearly noticing the change in emotions within me as she had anticipated this. I tried to calm myself by taking deep breaths and letting them out slowly, before answering to Chloe''s concern. But still, I couldn''t answer her with words, so I just nodded my head. Chloe reached out her hand to the table and touched my hand on the table, "At least you were still able to stay calm for now. At least Desmon didn''t turn into a vengeful ghost yet." I looked at her hopefully, at least she misjudged or at least there was something I could do. "Are you sure that Desmon could become a vengeful ghost? Are you not mistaken about it?" "I might be wrong, as I''ve said before. But your previous story about Desmon actually made me more sure." "What did you mean?" "Desmon seemed to be gradually regaining his memories, but as you said, after meeting you, he could adapt to his trauma. In other words, it seems like your life aura did help him reduce that trauma and come to accept what he experienced in his life." "I didn''t quite get it." I might have understood it if my mind hadn''t been messed up by the fear of Desmon becoming a vengeful ghost. "Do you remember what happened earlier in the park?" "Yeah, you helped the ghost from turning into a vengeful ghost, so what does that have to do with Desmon?" "You did the same thing with Desmon. You helped Desmon not to turn into vengeful ghosts with your life aura. In other words, your life aura held Desmon''s trauma and prevented him from turning into vengeful ghosts." I silent for a moment, and so did Chloe, giving me time to process that information. When I really thought about it, it actually made sense. The first time I met Desmon, he felt quite dangerous, but he managed to calm himself when facing me, and Desmon admitted to that.$ I told Chloe about my first meet with Desmon and Desmon''s words about being tied to me, which made him unable to leave my house, even though the tie had been broken. If someone were to ask why I suddenly told this, I wouldn''t know. Somehow, I felt comfortable and trusted Chloe, so without realizing it, I told about it. After hearing my story, Chloe nodded and leaned back in her chair, "I''ll consider Desmon lucky. In my opinion ¡ªand I tell you that I could be wrong¡ª Desmon, while at your school, was probably recalling his troubled past when he was alive. In other words, he was in the process of becoming a vengeful ghost-" Chloe''s story aligned with what Desmon had told. If I remember correctly, Desmon did mention that he hurt some students at my school before my arrival. So indeed, he was in the process of becoming a vengeful ghost. "-but as I said, Desmon was lucky to meet you. Your life aura, at the very least, slowed down that process. So Desmon didn''t become a vengeful ghost, and that''s all thanks to you." Chloe smiled again, as if praising something I wasn''t fully aware of. "But what about the tie that Desmon mentioned, saying he wasn''t free and was stuck to my house after meeting me?" I asked while turning my hand that Chloe was touching, so our hands were held. "Honestly, I''ve never directly seen a case like yours, I''ve only read about it. So, I might be wrong. But in my opinion, there isn''t an actual tie between you two. It''s just that Desmon unintentionally tied himself to you," Chloe replied. As usual, Chloe sometimes give explanations that weren''t very clear, so I had to ask again about her meaning. "What do you mean?" Chloe silent for a moment. It seemed Chloe struggled to explain it to me. Was I too foolish, or was Chloe being too complicated? I didn''t know. "What does Desmon want as a ghost according to you?" Chloe asked back. This time, I was the one left silent because of her question. Honestly, even though we had been friends for a while, I had never asked about what Desmon wanted after he became a ghost. I was more interested in his past. If Chloe were to ask about Desmon''s dreams, I could surely answer. But as for what he wanted after becoming a ghost, I couldn''t answer that. "I don''t know. I''ve never asked," I replied. "Typically, a ghost only has three desires. Firstly, if they died peacefully, they''d want to return to the afterlife, if you believe in that. Secondly, if there''s an unfulfilled desire from their living days, they''d want that as a ghost. Lastly, if someone did something wrong that caused their death, they''d seek revenge, becoming a vengeful ghost," Chloe explained. Chloe then tried to take a sip from her drink, but she didn''t realize her glass had been empty for a while. So, I pushed my drink towards her, "Do you want mine?" "No, thank you. Hmm... for Desmon, at least we can rule out the first and third desires." "Okay, but I''m still confused. I mean, what''s the connection between Desmon''s desires and his tie to me?" I asked again because Chloe''s explanation was still unclear to me. "His desires during Desmon''s life are what tied him to you," Chloe said. "But his dreams during his life were to become a scientist. I don''t see how that connects to me," I said. Chloe pulled her hand back, placing both elbows on the table and holding her head up with her palms, leaning toward me. "Are you sure, you don''t know?" I did the same, for some reason, I don''t know why. "I don''t know about what?" Chloe changed her position again, this time leaning back on her chair while turning her gaze towards the window. "I thought you were his friend, but you''re unaware of his true desire." "What is it?" I asked as quickly as I could. I felt a bit offended when Chloe mentioned my friendship with Desmon, as if she was saying I didn''t care about him. "According to you, why do you think he was pranked by his classmates to the point of drowning?" Chloe directed her gaze back at me. I didn''t answer, I just stayed silent, shaking my head to indicate I didn''t know. "You should understand, he was also bullied in his life. Perhaps more tragically than you. He felt a deep loneliness, and his biggest and true desire was just to have a friend." It felt like a tight rope was tied around my neck, making it hard for me to breathe. It felt like hundreds of boxing robots were punching my chest, making it feel squeezed. I understood why Chloe suddenly pulled back her hand from mine, turned her face away from mine, and said that I didn''t seem to care about Desmon. Because I indeed didn''t care and was too foolish to understand. Even though Chloe''s explanation was very clear that Desmon desired a friend just like he did when he was alive, I still had questions about why he was tied to me. I wanted to ask her, but my breath was hard to control, and my chest still felt tight. So, I just leaned back for a moment. Chloe noticed I needed time, so she only tapped on the table to order another drink, giving me some time to calm myself. "But Desmon has many friends in the ghost world, why is he tied to me instead of his ghost friends?" I asked. "Because of his desire. Do you still not get it?" Chloe paused for a moment. "He wanted a friend during his life, and that desire remained even after he became a ghost. In other words, he still wanted for a living friend." I still found it hard to control my breathing, and my chest still felt tight. So, I stayed silent. I didn''t want to make myself look more foolish or not caring again and again. "At least that''s what I think. I could be wrong, but it might explain why Desmon is tied to you, because he''s tied to his desire, and you, being his living friend with a life aura, fulfilled that desire." "So..." I tried to summarize, but I couldn''t finish because I was having trouble breathing. Chloe recognized my limitations and helped me summarize, "So, actually, Desmon felt your life aura, and your life aura made his desire come true, tied him to you. Also, because Desmon''s desire came true, he forgot his grudge, and by forgetting it, he didn''t become a vengeful ghost. In other words, your life aura saved Desmon from becoming a vengeful ghost." #### Midnight I was still quite shocked after Chloe made me realize how much I didn''t care about others. No wonder I had no friends. How could anyone be friends with someone who couldn''t even understand them? Did I deserve to ask for understanding of my abilities from them if I couldn''t understand them? I needed to change, but I didn''t know how. At least with Chloe patiently explaining things to me, I could learn a lot from her, also since she seemed to have many friends. While I calmed myself, Chloe continued her story about how she first learned about the death aura and the life aura. Her journey to study them seemed challenging because she had to visit various places to find rare documents about them. She even mentioned being fooled a few times or chased by vengeful ghosts during her exploration in the ghost world. Listening to her story allowed me to understand her and her personal life better. She was now completely independent, something rarely done by teenagers in this era. She worked as a freelancer in various fields, especially those related to the ghost world. After hearing Chloe''s long story, although shortened according to her, at least her story give me enough time to calm down. Once I had calmed down, I actually wanted to ask her about something that intrigued me after watching her actions in the park earlier ¡ªhow to enter the ghost world. However, before I could ask, Chloe suggested we talk about something light before diving into serious matters again. It seemed like she was concerned about my condition, or perhaps she just wanted to enjoy the snacks she had ordered before diving into another serious lesson. So, in return for Chloe''s long story about her adventures, I told her about the incident while waiting for her at Maneuvers coffee shop. Yeah, I talked about the life aura I could sense from the unique teenager. At least, through my storytelling, I could understand her previous explanation about life aura and death aura more thoroughly. It became clear to me that I sensed the life aura from the unique teenager because our auras resonated. However, from my story about that, I was reminded of Desmon''s experience. "Desmon told me that he couldn''t come to warn me about the ghost''s chaos because the life aura was blocking him. Was he wrong? Or perhaps you can explain?" I asked, concluding my story. Chloe didn''t immediately answer my question. Instead, she opened her smartphone and typed something on the screen. I wasn''t sure what she was typing. I stayed silent, waiting for Chloe to respond to my story and question. I didn''t want to interrupt her, thinking she might be receiving an important message from someone. I was worried that interrupting her might make her think something bad about me. "Sorry," Chloe said, placing her smartphone on the table. "I noted down some important things from your story. So, do you want me to explain the ghost chaos or how the life aura blocked Desmon first?" I found it easy to decide which explanation I wanted to hear first. Since we had been discussing auras, I chose to hear about life aura to keep things in line with our previous conversation. Besides, I wasn''t particularly interested in ghost chaos. "The life aura, first. Can a life aura really block ghosts from approaching?" I asked. Chloe adjusted her sitting position to get comfortable before starting her explanation. "A strong aura can disturb something with an opposing, weaker aura. For instance, a strong life aura can disturb a ghost with a weak death aura, and vice versa ¡ªa strong death aura can disturb a person with a weak life aura." I nodded, indicating my understanding of Chloe''s explanation. She continued without changing her position. "For example, when you meet a vengeful ghost, which usually has a strong death aura, don''t you also feel disturbed?" It made sense. I could immediately notice the difference and feel fear when facing vengeful ghosts. This was because of the intensity of the death aura they had. "So, you mean the unique teenager I talked about has a strong life aura, strong enough to make Desmon stay away?" I ask to make sure. "Exactly. But to my knowledge, ghosts can only be expelled using mantras of protection or specific substances believed to expel them, like salt. I''ve never heard of life aura repelling ghosts," Chloe replied, seeming like she wanted to continue and express her opinion, but she didn''t continue. "So, do you mean that even though the life aura of the unique teenager is strong, it wasn''t his aura that kept Desmon away from me?" I asked to confirm. "Yes. That''s why I noted it on my smartphone to study it further later," Chloe explained while glancing towards her smartphone. "There''s one hypothesis I can offer, the person might be using his life aura as a protective mantra." At first, I didn''t believe in anything related to protective mantras until Desmon told me about his search to find Ryan during his time in the ghost world, where he first mentioned and explained protective mantras. Since then, I have believed that protective mantras are indeed real and can repel ghosts. After all, how could I not believe when the ghost itself explained it to me. However, Desmon never mentioned how the protective mantra works, and the connection between the protective mantra and the life aura. Well, maybe, during his time as a ghost, Desmon spent all his time dealing with his trauma, so he didn''t have the chance to learn much. Since Desmon himself was unreliable about auras, I could only rely on Chloe. Unfortunately, in this case, Chloe also seemed puzzled. she even took notes on her smartphone to study it later. "Desmon mentioned several times about protective mantras, but he never explained them in detail. So, could you explain them?" I asked, curious about this, as it might be useful for protecting myself from vengeful ghosts. As usual, Chloe smiled before giving me an explanation. "I''ve never been interested in protective mantras. In my opinion, there''s no mantra that''s one hundred percent effective." "What do you mean?" "Mantras are usually inherited from cultural traditions. If you believe in them, they''ll be ingrained in your mind. Then, when you become a ghost, as I explained before, your memories are still preserved, although distorted. So, when you become a ghost, you still believe in the power of that mantra. And then, you unconsciously fear and avoid anyone reciting that mantra." As usual, I needed to ask again each time I heard Chloe explain something to make sure I didn''t misunderstand. Her explanations tended to be unclear. "So, you mean only ghosts who believed in a mantra during their lifetime can be repelled by that mantra?" I asked. "Exactly. But that''s for mantras. It''s different for substances that can repel ghosts." "What do you mean?" "Substances like salt or certain leaves can genuinely repel ghosts because they usually contain elements that are essential or vital for life." When I heard the word "elements," I felt like I was back in school, finding it dull. Unlike Desmon, I wasn''t particularly interested in scientific matters, in fact, I tended to avoid them. So, before my brain could burn from this lesson, it''s better for me to ask for a break for a moment. Or maybe, I could change the conversation to another topic, which I also wasn''t interested in but was better than talking about elements. I leaned back in my chair. "Alright, then. How about ghost''s chaos? Have you ever heard of it?" Chloe changed her position again, not leaning or resting her head on her arms on the table this time. Instead, she stood up. "Sorry, but I need to go to the restroom first," Chloe said, grabbing her smartphone from the table. "Oh, sure," I replied, and Chloe walked towards the restroom. While waiting for Chloe, I just touched the table, searching for a menu for snacks or drinks to order. While I was enjoying searching the menu, I suddenly realized how many drinks and snacks I had ordered. But it wasn''t much when I glanced at the empty glasses and empty plates on the part of the table near where Chloe was sitting ¡ªthere were more glasses than mine. No wonder Chloe wanted to go to the restroom, she had drunk more than five glasses during our conversation.