Chapter 11

Irrupted into the police station like a flare-up volcano, my eyes hunted the one who had the audacity to anguish my father. I gave a dirty look to everyone around me, a desire to slaughter them all blaze my body. Finally, my eyeballs met those of Mr steward; sitting in his chairs, legs crossed and reading a newspaper as if he gets paid for reading articles. Flabbergastingly, my dad was not with him. I scampered and bang his desk with my hands. He winced and leered, his gaze might daunt a human but not a spirit.

” Where is he”? I hollered

“That’s her, arrest her, do not let her escape” bawled a woman, coming from the opposite direction.

She advanced near me and pinpointed; she had medium deep copper red hair, a mixture of blue-grey eyes, a mate dark brown lipstick on her chapped lips and wore a royal blue knee-length dress. I recognised her from the first regard itself; Elizabeth Peterson, the overweening woman. I curved my lips into a half smile, letting my dimples showed its beauty and gesticulated my hands.

“Hello, Mrs Peterson,” I sardonic.

“Where is my son? We came for your arrestation at your place but you were not there. You are such a fool to come in front of us,” she yelled

“Relax! How would I know where your milksop is?,” I lampooned.

“Shut up! I saw that old man and you from the camera footage menacing my son just before he went missing” she shouted and her face became so red that it reminded me of a tomato. I could not prevent myself than to laugh in her face. A red nose would turn her into an amazing clown.

” We did nothing to your son, did you well checked your cradle?” I mocked

“Miss Amanda, we have a serious accusation towards you and Mr David. You threatened not only Troy at his house but you did the same thing here in front of me. We have the obligation to jail you until you prove your innocence for the disappearance of Troy,” he instructed.

“Mr Steward, if you were that serious for every case maybe Mr David’s daughter Lisa would have been found and Troy would de behind the bars, instead of missing. Who knows, maybe there is a ghost tormenting him,” I cracked a laugh.

“How naïve you are! You think Mr Steward would arrest Troy. My son! Even if my boy killed your precious little friend or did the most awful things, nobody can touch him,” Elizabeth smuggled.

“Mr Steward do you have a daughter?” I addressed to the corrupted officer

“Yes, but, do not make the comparison because we represent the authority, we are not ordinary people like you,” he chuckled. ” You have 12 hours to think whether or not you want to confess. If you play the tough one, then my stick would play the hard one on you,” he proceeded.

“Why 12 hours? Shouldn’t it be 24 hours? Ah, I see this law is only for the poor. My excuses, Mr policeman,” I said sarcastically

He pretended like I was talking with the bricks of his walls. Handcuffed, hands behind my back, Mr corrupted followed by Mrs arrogant, lugged me into a corridor which embodied of prisoners’ cells; they were cold just like in my visions, smelly, some besmirched by blood while the other was grotty. Nevertheless, it cannot be yuckier than Troy’s prison. At last, they bumped me into one of their dungeons, my dad was there; skin contusion, black eyes, he limped and embraced me. They crippled and assaulted him; I kept a firm hold on his hands while trying to control my hankering to kill them all. They closed the cell door behind them, but leaving without being insolent were not in the genes of Elizabeth Peterson.

“You became numbed by seeing the condition of your beloved Mr David. If you want to save yourself, then within 12 hours I want to know where is my son,” she warned.

Clenching my fist, struggling to control my temper, I did not turn to face her else she would perceive my crimson eyes. Yes, I will kill her then I will take care of her teammate. Both mother and son would meet in hell. Lessons of the day never underestimate the power of a ghost. Everything started with the fault of the Peterson yet, their arrogance kept on growing more and more. She said nobody can touch her but I say nobody can defeat me because I am Lisa and I never forgive nor forget.

“I will save myself. Not only me but Mr David too. But, who will save you?” I hissed

“You are threatening the Peterson family again,” shouted Mr Steward

“The warning was not only for her but, for you too,” I hissed back.

“I give you twelve whole hours to speak else my stick will talk to you,” he shouted.

” I presume that my time starts now. Tick Tok, Tick Tok,” I mocked

They quickly, understood that scaring me was pointless. What they did not know was that they awake a beast and now this beast will hunt them. I guessed my journey on this realm will extend as I’m getting new enemies.

“Lisa! thank you for coming, I did not tell them anything,” murmured my father

“I will get us out of here. When midnight will come everything will be all right,” I promised him

” You need to promise me one more thing,” he caressed my face

” What” I questioned

“Stay away from both Mrs Elizabeth and, Mr Steward. They are not our main culprits” He pleaded

How can someone be so humble? Even after they tormented him, he is pleading for their safety. Being good can only destroy oneself, I learned that lesson during the night of my death. Crossing my fingers behind my back and eyes facing the floor I murmured ” I promise”.

Chapter 12

Every second and minute spent into these cells increased the rate of my reprisal toward them. When the clock will strike midnight, a new game will begin. Malevolent and venomous ideas played in my brain. Mrs Elizabeth; the most powerful woman of the city will have the privilege to start the game before Mr Steward, inviting his dear son to play will be so benevolent. After all, Troy got his education from his mother which means she is no less than a miscreant.

Sitting on the floor; crossed legs, hands compressed on the greasy floor, facing the prison’s grill with frown eyebrows. Rocking myself forwards and backwards, I wondered how would it feels to reap what you sow. The thought of it gave me a brilliance idea; my lips smug a smile while my upper lips raised a little bit, forcing my eyebrows to narrow; creating a suspicious look. I knew what will tonight game consist of. Peeking at my father who was sleeping on a steel box spring which served as beds for prisoners; I should feel guilty for infringing my vow, instead a sensation of carefreeness and rebellious took over me.

When the Tick-Tocking of the clock took an end, the cuckoo from the timer resumed by chipping; announcing the end of my 12 hours and the start of my game. Midnight came, time for the phantom to roam out without a corpse. The sound of heavy boots clattering on the floor shrilled my eardrums that must be Mr Steward, coming for some confession. The time was crucial, there was no time to lose else Mrs Elizabeth’s puppet would torture Amanda.

“Amanda, can you hear me?”

“Yes, and, to be honest, your psychopath mind terrifies me,” she responded

“Shut up! Mr Steward is coming. I need you to gain enough time till I come back and, not a word to my father about my plan,” I ordered.

“Lisa, you are planning to go too far.” She preached

There was no time for besties’ argument, I extracted my soul from her body and translocated myself to my beau. My stooge was too squalid; feet tainted red with blood and shirt torn with the vines. Going half naked and mucky in front of momma would aggravate the situation. Amanda will have to be extremely wise while fooling around with Mr Steward because I will take more time than anticipated. The only favourable thing was that the police station located near Troy’s house itself.

“Hello baby, how was your day?” I asked

“Please free me,” he solicited

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” I accorded

“Really!” He was astonished, but if he thought I forgave him, he will be extremely disappointed.

“Yes, we will go to meet your dear mother and the police,” I informed

“Yes, I will confess everything,” he adjured

“Of course not” I laughed before possessing him.

I ripped in two the rope and sprinted through the woods. Troy manifested inside, there was no time for rebuking, so I blocked him away. The faster I ran, the more I bled because the wounds were still open. Troy’s pain was least of my concern, I hurried to his house and climbed through his gates as it was locked and I wanted no one to notice me. Sneaking into the garden like a thief, abstain from the front door for the mere reason to avoid being seen. I did not know if Mrs Elizabeth was still at the police station or she was back home, being cautious was the best thing to do. I made the round of the immense house in searched of an open window, but they were all covered with anti-burglar proof. Breaking them with bare hands would be easy-peasy nonetheless, it would create suspicion. Bursting the garage door would be impregnable.

Snatching the doorknob and intruded inside was a child’s game. I tiptoed inside the hushed house while admiring the place where I got raped and murdered. They washed away my gore on the floor, but memories flashed in my head which forced me to see my tainted blood; they killed a sweet little girl and gave birth to Satan. They will pay for this, I will kill them all. Galloping into Troy’s room, locked the door and slipped into Troy’s bathroom; the interior design of the bathroom was dark grey coloured, the pattern tiles were beautifully eclectic designs most commonly known as the Victorian tiles. That bastard’s house looked like a castle, unfortunately for him, his time to enjoy his luxurious life expired.

I took off the torn shirt, opened the tap of the tub and lengthen into the beautiful deep brown soaking tub. After washing away all the blood on Troy’s body, I dressed up in; a v-neck olive t-shirt, tossed my sleeves, slim fit blue jeans and a pair of light brown converse sneaker. Reciprocated my actions, I flourishingly made my way to the police station through the smoothen narrow stretched roadway.

The blue moon illuminated the atmosphere like an enormous deep golden pearl. Drops of rains fell on me like the blessing of God as I stepped in a foot inside the police station. I scanned the place, but neither Mrs Elizabeth nor Mr Steward was visible. They must be in the interrogation room with Amanda.

“Where is Mr Steward?” I vociferated

Everybody gaze at me with consternation, yet nobody dared to taunt me. After all, I am now Troy Peterson; the spoiled brat of Mrs Elizabeth. Maybe I should occupy Troy’s body forever but, this would mean no suffering for Troy which was unacceptable.

” In the interrogation room” A policewoman behind the counter vocalised.

” Take me there” I yelled back

She nodded and directed to me the path. I felt like a king even the police who was once so rude toward me are now behaving like my servants. Cool! That was the only thing I appreciated from Troy even though I took possession of his body by force. We stepped on a few stairs and faced a huge iron door. The female officer knocked at the door and immediately, I hear footsteps oriented towards us.

“What!? wailed Mr steward

“Hello sir” I grinned

His mouth felt open, both astonished and eyes popped out like lichi seeds, he shouted ” Mrs Elizabeth, your son, he is here”

I pushed him aside and entered the room, not because I was excited to see momma but to verify if both Amanda and my father was alright. First, my eyes examined my father; there were no new bruises on him than his previous one, then my eyes fell on Amanda; she was alright too, but she looked at me with the white of her eyes while her iris moved upward. Okay! I pissed her off because I took too long to come back.

“My son!” mummy came to hug her son.

I pushed her away with the ultimate goal to hurt her. Seeing her face, I knew that I succeeded to make an impact on her feelings. Crossed arms, furrowing one’s brows and gave her a death look.

“What the heck! you file a missing case on my name,” I yelled

“Because you did not come back home,” she cried back

“so what! Am I a kid,” I yelled.

“No, but that’s not your habit,” she murmured

“Put an end to all those nonsense and let’s go back home. I have something to show you,” I signed

“Okay” she nodded

“Ummm, Mr Steward, how is Diana,” I bluffed

“Diana!” he asked in confusion

“Yes, your daughter, we are friends but I did not see her for a long time,” I lied

“Oh! her name is Malia. She is fine, and she just joined Middlesex University,” he unveiled.

“Oh, great!” I laughed at his stupidity. He just gave information about his daughter to a predator.

I winked at Amanda and my father, knowing that I saved them; Checkmate. Now time to start my little game, Mrs Elizabeth looked so happy to see her son, but she did not know that death came knocking at her door. I grinned because tonight blood will be shed, she should have never messed with a ghost.

chapter 13

Going fast is great, but hypermiling can give you great vibes. Driving is relatively easy, yet high speeding makes the routes adventures. Especially, if it is a ghost drifting his victim into its trap accompanied by loud rock music. I insisted with my new mother to drive the car myself and now seeing her face; I knew that she regretted her decision. This drive will surely give her a foretaste about her upcoming misfortune.

“Can you please slow down” She yelled with hands holding her heart.

“Does death scare you?” I asked

“Why are you speaking nonsense?” she shouted

I hit the brakes as hard as I could and tapering off as I came in front of the Peterson’s mansion gate. Mrs Elizabeth could hardly breathe; if a short drive from the police station to her house traumatised her, then what would happen when the game will start. I did not know that behind the arrogant woman hid a coward. I turned my visage to face her.

“Was it the drive, or my questions that made you uncomfortable?” I teased

“Shut up!” she was mad at her son, little did she knew that it was a ghost speaking to her.

She unlocked the gate and got inside; I walked behind her by whistling. Playing in the garden would surely be more fun than indoor games. scratching my head with my long and bony fingers; my eyebrows slant down towards my nose making an evil looked, squaring my jaws and cracked a maniacal smile. With my palms facing each other and, my fingers drumming together, I stopped walking.

“Mummy,” I prolonged my words with a low-pitched tone.

“What!” She turned around, lifted her hands in the air and took a long breath.

” Let’s play,” I grinned

“What’s wrong with you? Are you mad? It’s 1 a.m,” She scolded

I observed her exaggerated action by tilting my head to one side then I drew closer to her and, kneeled myself to her level. Putting an arm on her shoulder, I fixed her in her eyes with coldness and, observed each of her blinkings. If she was wise enough like her flattered, then she should know that I’m not Troy.

“Truth or dare,” I asked

“Troy stop being annoying and let’s get inside” She spun her heels to get away from me but, I seized her hands and crumpled it.

“Stop it! You are hurting me. Insane boy,” she cried with pain.

“Truth or dare” I questioned again with the same pitcher of tone.

“Fine! Truth” she exclaimed.

“If you ever learn that I killed someone, will you punish me?” I inquired

“You are my son, nobody will touch you,” she smiled warmly at me

“Well, I rapped Lisa and killed her,” I confessed

” wh-what” she hushed her tones

“Will you punish me for my deeds?” I asked, giving her an opportunity to rectify her mistakes, then maybe I could spare her.

“No! let’s get inside. We will figure out how to cover up your mess,” she whispered.

I laughed at my idiocy, How could I ever thought that a person like Mrs Peterson could get me justice. Both Rattled and incensed, I tighten mother-hen around her waist and, pulled her hair. Letting her see my soul would be funnier, but dad would never help me with this. However, when ghosts possess a human being their eyes colour can be made visible to another human.

“Troy, what’s wrong with you? You are hurting me,” she inflicted

“Troy! No, Mrs Elizabeth, this is Lisa,” I snapped

I fluttered my eyes and changed it to its real colour. As my eyes turned to crimson red; the wind became stronger and wider than never before, the trunk of small trees uprooted, yet nothing fell off the ground. Everything was flying in the air, even the water of the koi’s pond was floating in small bubbles in the air. Terror sat on the face of Mrs Elizabeth, never must she had seen something like that before. The scary sounds of winds made her even more petrified and, stupefied. Her lips quivered uncontrollably while her neck stiffed, making her veins visible.

” You see, I gave you a chance to mend your actions but, you are so selfish that killing you would make the world a better place to live,” my voice changed into guttural sounds.

“Troy stop scaring me please,” she implored

“There is no Troy here but, I will make you see what your son did to me,” I screeched

I released her hair, squeezed my thumbs under her double chin while placing my other fingers over her forehead. The second I closed my eyes; gravity took back it’s placed by down forcing every floated thing in the air caused by me to land. I concentrated and flashbacks about my death came into my mind; I took a long breath and transferences every single thing that happened to me that night into the mind of Mrs Peterson. Gooseflesh pimples appeared on her hands, her eyes felt wide open and became completely creepy white colour, she agitated during the whole process as if feeling disgusted about what she was witnessing. I wanted to let those images kept on playing into her mind because I knew that was torturing her, but I had another plan for her. I removed my hands over her face and let her gain came back her sense.

“So, You see what your son did to me. You were right to think that Troy was kidnapped. What you are seeing in front of you is just a body, it blocked your son inside, but before that, I raped your son with a huge branch and tortured him the whole time. I had nothing against you, but you agonised my father, so your sentence is only death in the hands of your own son.” I cracked a laugh.

Fear took over Mrs Peterson till her bones, she shoved me and ran inside her house. I did not move a finger to stop her as I was enjoying the scene. My eyes fixed her every movement until she locked the door behind her. Playing hide and seek was my favourite game since childhood. I marched to the door, eardrops her moves through the doors and busted into a laugh as her moves indicated her hastened to stow away from me. I took a few steps back and kicked down the door as I stepped inside, I called out her name.

“Mrs Elizabeth, you know it’s futile to hide away from me. I am a ghost, I can sense your fear and hear your heartbeat” I followed the sound of her racing heartbeat and ended up facing a cupboard. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, I knocked on the wooden door.

” Don’t you know that When someone knocks at the door, you should ask who is it, Bad mannered will be severely punished,” I warned and knocked again

“Who is it?” A trembled little voice replied.

“Death” I snapped back and opened the door. She was sitting down and burying her face on her knees just like a terrified child.

“Truth or dare,” I teased

“Truth” she murmured back without lifting her face from her knees.

“No! the game does not function like that, you already had your truth and it’s time for a dare,” I reprimanded

” What are you going to make me do” she finally lifted her swollen face.

“Give me your phone,” I ordered

She handed me her mobile with shaken hands. I searched through her call list to see if she called for help, but she did nothing like that. Either she was a fool or panic-stricken her mind too much. The reason to take her phone was not only to check her calling activities but to record everything that will happen to her. Troy has the right to see how he killed his mother.

” Come with me” I seized her hands and dragged her to her final destination.

We escalated the spiral stairs which were compacted and radiated around a centre pole. The final step that we took landed us on her house roof; the light grey roof was of a gable roof style which means one side up and the other side down just like a traditional dog house. In my right hand was Mrs Elizabeth’s hands and, in my left hand was a bottle of Jack Daniels.

” Time to start the game,” I cracked a laugh

” Lisa! I’m sorry about everything. Give me a chance please,” she pleaded

” Fine! I want you to walk on the edge of this roof and take a sip of a drink with every footstep taken. If you succeed to make one complete round, you will get your chance,” I winked at her.

” you kidding me! I will fall down” she gazed at me with eyes full of tears.

” Either this or I slaughter your throat,” I said by pressing the bottle beneath her chins.

Her heat palpitated while her hands reached the bottle. She trudged to the edge of the roof and took a sip of the drink, meantime; I sat on the flue liner of the chimney and filmed my horror movie. Mrs Peterson stretched her arms horizontally to gain balance while she trekked on the drip edge of the roof; she proceeded step by step hesitantly, the first few moves were excellent just like an acrobatic, but arriving half-way her legs weaken, or she was just too drunk to continue. However, her bravery should be admired because she did not give up, her feet kept on tipping over the shingled, yet she fought for her life. She swept profusely, her red hair was all wet with perspiration and her eyes were concentrated with each of her moves. Each of her false moves thrilled me, it was amazing to see the person who was once inhuman, now struggling for her life.

” I did it” She yelled with excitement as she reached her starting point.

“Bravo,” I clapped my hands and stepped towards her.

“Let me live now” she bewildered

Heads in clouds, I scratched my heads and licked my lips, should I let her lives or not?. I promised her a second chance if she succeeds, and she came out victorious. Legends say that ghosts are manipulative, so deceiving her will only be my true nature.

” Actually, I promised my dad not to harm you, but if demons like you keep on breathing, then the world will suffocate,” I grinned

” NO! You vowed to me,” she cried out

” I’m a ghost, you should have never trusted me,” I said before I swung my foot right in front of me like snapping a towel which leaded Mrs Peterson to collapse and hit the ground by making a satisfying crunchy sound of broken bones: the end of Mrs Peterson. I watched from above her broken body and felt like wanting more, I’m enjoying killing people, it’s like becoming addicted to murder. What’s happening to me?.

Chapter 14

As the night wanes, the day extended. Last night was spectacular; I could not leave her body there because if her dead news got into my dad’s ears, he would know that I was responsible for everything. Wisely, I lifted her fractured body and placed it into her car’s back seat. Her blood felt so warm that I scrubbed it on my face. I’m changing but for the worse. I drove the car at Amanda’s place first and joyride both of us into the forest of silence. After chaining Troy again but this time with vines, I fusion into Amanda’s body. He did not get consciousness the whole night and; I did not want to miss his reaction when he will see his deceased mother in front of him. The worst is not killing her but the fact that she would not be buried will imprison her soul in another realm.

“Umm,” Troy signed before opening his eyes slowly. After a few blinks, his mouth felt wide open and yelled ” mom”.

“What did you do to my mother” He screamed at me and struggled to free himself.

“Oh! relax, I will show you everything from the beginning,” I said and showed the recorded video.

He watched with horror the whole scene. It’s strange how people love to hurt other people but, when it comes to their dear one they become so emotional. He did worse than that with me and did not show any regret, he made a dad lost his daughter so, becoming an orphan is karma for him.

“You killed my mother! She did nothing to you. I’m your culprit not her,” he pushed a cry of despair.

” I did nothing to you too but, what did you do to me. Stop pretending to be a victim when you are a bloody murderer,” I yelled back.

” Please kill me. Please” he cried his heart out.

” Kill you! Oh no Troy, you will have to suffer more before your death comes; you will see the decomposition of your mother’s body and witness the death of all your friends. Then maybe I will kill you.” I mocked and wept off his tears. ” Stop crying now, tonight your best friend will join you. Yes, your mother delayed my plan, but that’s okay. Better be late than never right.” I proceeded.

“Stop it! I beg you,” He implored

“We will continue this conversation tonight, for now, I have another important thing to do,” I saluted him before exiting the forest.

“Lisa! Yesterday you scared me, you are becoming a beast. If you have the intention to hurt Malia, you either give up on this idea or I will tell your father everything. Mrs Peterson was a monster but you are becoming worse than her. Malia is innocent, you cannot punish her for her father’s deed,” Amanda’s scolded

“You will never deceive me I know you. Now shut up or I will block you,” I warned

“Lisa please don’t do that,” she begged

“Fine I will not kill her but, I have another mission for her” I sighed

“What mission,” she asked

“Peeked into my brain, you will see,” I said

“ Enough now Lisa! I will stop you, you are becoming a monster, that girl she is innocent. I will confess everything to your dad.” She sounded so sincere

“ Don’t you dare becoming an obstacle for me else, the consequences will not be good,” I said before ignoring her rebellious answer.

The route would have been easier if I could drove the car of Mrs Elizabeth but, this also implied raising suspicion against me, therefore, the only choice left was to left the car inside of the forest and to make the route by foot. For a ghost, it does not matter as tiredness and fatigues do not form part of our characteristics but, for the human body walking extra miles could cause foot fungus. Amanda’s foot will really get damage and I did not care at all, she just turned against me so, why should I care about her?.

I did not take a pause, I kept on walking for 3 hours before reaching in front of the monumental university. Finding the university was an easy task but, finding someone that you don’t even know her face was an arduous task even for a ghost. I stepped inside the campus; a grassy area of 25 acres, enclosed by fences with 20 gates, benches everywhere. The area was overcrowded, finding Malia will be like searching for a needle in the dark. Next to me were a group of students; sitting on the grass and talking. Maybe they can know who is Malia, I approached them and questioned them about my target but nobody knew her. I kept on asking every person on my path but, nobody knew her. When miraculously, I felt on a long golden hair girl, she was not black but dark chestnut brown with light brown eyes, high arch pale eyebrows, her face strongly taper toward her chin. She was perfect.

” Hi, Do you know a girl called Malia Steward,” I asked without a single hint about who I was addressing to.

“Hi, I guess you fell on the right person, I am Malia Steward. How can I help you?” she smiled warmly at me.

Tracking her was not that difficult after all. How can my action be wrong when even God is facilitating my moves. She was the opposite of her father, so beautiful, so kind, maybe she inherited it from her mother. The way Mrs Peterson was behaving in the police station, it was as if she and officer Steward knew each other for years so, maybe Malia Knew Troy too.

“Actually, I came here because of Troy” I gazed at her for any reaction, If she did not know him my plan would be exposed.

“Oh, that bastard!” She uttered. Great, she knew him.

“Yes, I need to talk about him,” I said

“I’m sorry but, I do not want to hear his name” she was angry, very angry. Troy must have done something to her.

“Actually I’m his ex-girlfriend. I wanted some information about him” I made a desperate voice which of course I was acting.

” He dated me too for three whole years, we were madly in love. I was the one who broke up with him because he was a womanizer” she said

She was a victim just like me but, the only difference was that Troy loved her. Why did he loved her and not me? without realizing I was vexed and pummelled furiously my fists. My mind kept on repeating to kill her but, this foolish moves might destroy my whole plan. I needed to become her friend, I need to get her trust to be able to use her in the future. The fact that she was the love of Troy, he would be so mad and worried for her that blackmailing him would become easier.

“Maybe we should meet somewhere and share our story. I’m so heartbroken and, needs help. I have no friends at all, someone told me about you so, I thought that you and I can be friends” I lied

” Yes, I’m sorry if I was rude to you” she consoled me

“That’s okay. Can we meet on Monday next week? I asked

” Yeah or, we can just go take a coffee right now” she suggested

“No, I have worked, Monday will be more than perfect for me,” I said

” Okay, I will be alone too next Monday, my father will be at work so, come to my place instead at 8 p.m. BLK 21 AVENUE ROAD,” she said with a huge smile

“I will be there for sure” I grinned

I did not know which word to use to describe this girl; foolishness or kind-hearted. She wanted to help and she will help me but, not the way she is thinking. I got other plans for her. Tonight Troy will not only see the death of his friends but, he will get another shock. He would know that Malia is also under my control. Malia will be my last pawn in my mastermind plan.

Chapter 15

As the sky darkens living nothing more than just complete obscurity, Ace club opened its door for people to party. The robust men who served as bouncer stood in front of the door to control the entry and exit of the club and, there was he; my murderer, the most brutal and cruel among all my other enemies. I looked at my knife which was not too bald, not too sharp; just the right amount of sharpness to infringe the most unbearable pain. Being a sleepless ghost, gave me incredible amounts of time to plan for the most demoniacal revenge. Sitting into my rental car, I cast a brief look at my strong metal caged which will serve as confinement for a dog like Christian.

I grabbed the car’s handle and opened the door. My 4-inch heeled sandal with glowing ankle buckle click-clacked on the strong surface of the road as I approached my prey, my high waist pleated mini flare skirt making my gorgeous legs visible and, my wine bandage crop top exposed my breast. If this does not excite Christian than his masculinity must put into question. I did not make the queue, I just proceeded directly towards Christian and, I curved my lips and, leaned over him.

“Hi,” I said

” Hello, this is not going to work. You either pay or, get lost” he ordered

” Who said that I want to get inside?” I asked

“What are you doing here then?” He was confused.

“I came for you” I answered. I took his hands and, made him caressed my body.

His eyes filled with lust, one hand laid on my breast and, the other one tightened my waist. He drew closer to me and pressed his lips over mine. Bingo!. He fell into my trap. His kiss disgusted me but, he did far worse than this to me. Amanda would feel disgusted too but, I blocked her, she turned against me and, this could spoil my plan.

” Can you free yourself?” I asked

” Anything for the lady but, we will have to make it quick because of my job” He whispered.

“Follow me,” I seized his hands and, guided him towards my car.

He fleet-footed, thinking that he is going to have a sex goddess to satisfy his lust. What I can promise is that his penis will not stay without use today. Rapist should be punished with their sex itself, Troy already got rape but, Christian is going to get more severe punishment than of getting rape. I opened the front seat door for him and, gestured him to sit inside.

“We will be more comfortable in the passenger seat” the brute suggested

“No, I want you in front” I maintained

He followed the rules and, sat in the front seat. I clacked the door behind him and, made my way to the driver’s seat. I cracked the motor up and, hit the accelerator with my right foot. Christian looked at me as misbelief and touched my hand.

“Slow down! I know that we will have to make it fast but, there is no train to catch” he said

” There is no hurry baby, It’s just excitement. I cannot wait to do all my evil things with you” I merrily grinned at him

” Oh, I will please you so much” He spoke back

“No, you will die tonight,” I said before strangled him with my right hand while my left hand stayed on the steering wheel.

” What are you doing,?” He chocked

” Your goodbye was not our last meeting huh!” I turned my head to face him, changing my eyes to its real colour. He tried to free himself but, humans are weaker than ghosts. We ghosts, we have thousand time more strength and powers than humans.

“Who are you? why are your eyes black red” He coughed

” It’s Lisa bitch! I came back for your death and, we are going to meet your partner right now. By the way, my eyes are not black but red.” I mocked.

I released his throat because I did not want him to die chocked, that’s a too easy death. With a blink of my eyes, the door locked on its own. Christian fought with the handle to open it and flee away but, in vain, nobody can save him from me. Nobody can interfere between me and my revenge. I flipped my hair in the air, that’s when my eyes caught my reflection through mirror-side; my eyes were completely black only my pupils were crimson, under my eyes black veins appeared as if making zigzagged till half of my nose. What’s happening to me?. Christain was right my eyes are black. Heads in clouds, I felt a punch over my face; that bastard hit me. I Closed my fingers like a tight ball and punched him back and he fell unconscious.

We did not take long before arriving at our destination. I dragged Christian out of the cars; shifted my weight on my right knee, put it between his legs, draped his right hand over my right shoulder then, placed my head under the brute’s armpit and wrapped my arm around his right knee and lift him over my shoulder. On the other hand, I carried my pet cage. Troy would be so happy to see his friend.

As we forwarded toward my grave, the smell of rotten body became stronger, for me this icky smell was like Eau de cologne into my nose. Mrs Peterson decomposition body is doing a great job by pestering my murderers with a funky smell. Christian’s dead body will surely add more flavour into the air.

“Say hello to your friend” I shouted as I approached Troy

“No!No!” He cried

I fixed him without blinking my eyes and palms down my hands which was my way to order the veins to release Troy. I expected him to run away instead, he ran towards his friend and tried to wake him up. What a brotherly love! it would so kind of me to send them both to hell.

” Best friend for the better and for the worst” I teased

” Let him go! Torture me as much as you want but, let him go” He caught my legs and cried

” Who told you I was going to torture him?” I asked ” you are the one who will do the dirty job” I announced by pressing my palms to my face

” NO…” He was about to rebel when I shushed him with my fingers

” I need to tell you something before you play the tough boy with me. I just befriend a girl called Malia Steward. You know the one who lives at Blk 21 Avenue road. The gorgeous little girl of yours” I cracked a devilish laughter

” Don’t hurt her! Please!” He licked my feet to implore me.

“Don’t hurt her! Please!” I mimicked him but, I was really disappointed when he did not laugh at my imitation.

He sat on the soil, did not say anything and, his hot tears kept on falling from his eyes. I kept him company by sitting on the ground too with folded legs, I put a hand on his shoulder acting like I’m feeling bad for him. I took my knife and fondled it against his cheek making sure not to cut his flesh. This knife is not meant for him.

” The choice is yours either you take this knife and, do everything I tell you to do with your dear friend or, I will take the pleasure to cut your ex-loving girlfriend body’s into pieces and gives it as treat to dogs. You have 3 minutes to decide” I beamed.

“But…” he tried to convince me but I cut him off

” 1 minute gone” I played the deaf

” Lisa….” He tried again

“2 minutes gone. Tick Tock only 1 minute left” I continued to play the deaf.

He took a long breath and snatched the knife into my hands and nodded with approvement. He chose his ex-love over his best friend. Such a snake friend!. He kept on sobbing, harder than when I wept the day he killed me. He should know that the world is round, what you did today would slap you on the face some days.

” Put Christian into that cage and lock him” I ordered

He accepted the orders by lifting Christian and locked him inside. I could see the pain in his eyes but unable to feel it. When I was alive, I could not see a single tear in his eyes, Troy was my devotion and, now I came as his exterminator. He stole what was more precious to me; my life, the right to discover the world. He killed me and now I will them all one by one in the most outrageous way. Time to wait for Christian to wake up for the game to start.

Chapter 16

Two whole hours! that bloody fool took two hours to get consciousness. All these time Troy’s sobbing irritated my ears, I thought that Mrs Elizabeth rotten body’s smell was quite strong to wake him up but; I was wrong. I had to delay my game for 2 hours, the only positive outcome out of this was that I got sufficient time to acquire new devilish ideas. If only I could bring my father here, he would make my invisible soul seeable by Christian but, I needed to avoid him to the max not only because of Mrs Peterson body which would cause me no problem to get rid of it but, because of my black eyes. My six sense is telling me that there is nothing good about what is happening to me; It’s like hurting people became my passion, I blocked even my best friend even though I promised her not to do that. The worse is that I do not feel any regret at all.

Christian sat in his pet cage, looked around himself and, covered his nose with his shirt; it must be due to the decomposing body. For a brute, I thought that his waking would be very turbulent instead; he was calm, too calm to be real. He saw Troy and smiled. For a human in captivity, his behaviour intricates me. Why is he not afraid?. I’m a ghost setting terror is my speciality but, this idiot is laughing instead of crying.

“I knew it,” He said.

“You knew what?” I asked curiously

“It will not work Troy! she is your friend right, you want to scare me by bringing me to your ex-girlfriend” he laughed. Idiot! Such an idiot! He saw my black eyes and, he still thought that this is a joke. Troy did not answer him, his eyes stayed fixed on the ground.

” THIS IS NOT A JOKE. YOU BLOODY FOOL!” I hollered at Christian. My voice generated an extremely powerful sonic blast towards Christain which cracked the ground and, flipped over the cage. Christian ended up upside down in his cage. Even though I was satisfied with myself, I did not plan to do it, I did not even know that I had such a power.

” Troy stop it now man! It’s not funny and it is so smelly here. Free me” He persisted on believing that this is a joke. His foolishness boiled my blood.

” I will show you that I’m not joking with you,” I said.

I opened my mouth and inhaled, first, it did not make any effect on him gradually, he became exhausted; the blood vessel around his eyes dilated which made him looked older, his face and hands wrinkles, his hair became grey. I was absorbing his energy. He now looked like a 60 years old grandpa. I could make him die of oldness but, it will be too quick and too painless. He patted his face and, rubbernecked at me with a disbelief look.

“Still not convinced” I mocked.

I drew nearer to Christian, uprooted one fence from his cage and admired it. Christain’ face dreaded. Finally, my prey was scared to death. ” How did you do that” he murmured

” I’m a Lisa the ghost! I can do whatever I want. You did not think I will come back right!” I answered without moving my eyes from the fence.

” This cannot be true! Troy help me” He trembled like a leaf. Troy remained on the floor like a lifeless object.

” Let me show you that this is the bitter truth” I hold the fence in my fist and, threw it with excessive force which transpierced the cage making a tiny hole and end up into his calf. The fence penetrated so deeply inside his leg that it was neither visible nor could Christian took it off himself. Blood streamed from his wound, he held his calf and agonized. With his clogged voice, he screamed for help but, who will save him? He is stuck with a ghost and his useless friend.

” Nobody going to save you but yourself,” I said calmly

” Please, I was drunk that night. Maybe we can make an arrangement” He tried to convince me

“The plan was that Troy should kill you. But, we can make compromises” I said after a few minutes of reflection.

He gave Troy a menacing look because he might be thinking that Troy betrayed him. Creating enemies was not what I wanted but, if the situation is going to turn up this way so, be it.

” You betrayer! He planned everything and now you want to kill me too” he yelled and snapped the grill with his palm.

“Calm down old man! He actually does not have a choice. It’s either you or Malia. You know his ex-girlfriend” I said

“I will not die” he cried out

“If you win the game you will not only the loser will go to hell tonight” I announced

“Which game” Troy spoke, he came out of his trauma and paid attention to me. I cannot blame him for being petrified because he already witnesses my type of game before.

“Well, we will play two games. Game number one; see the decomposing body over there. The first one who will eat a piece of it will be the winner” I shouted with excitement.

“What!” Both my prey exclaimed

” Oh! Christian if you do not know whose body is that. It belongs to Troy’s mother. I killed her too” I grinned

“You psychopath! I’m not going to eat my mother” Troy squawked

” You have 5 minutes to cut 2 pieces of your mother; hand one piece over to Christian and one for you.” I simply answered.” And you Christain do not try to flee away. Remember I am more rapid than you and you are just an old man now” I proceeded before opening his cage to let him out for the game.

Troy’s mind dazed while his tongue stayed dumbed. unable to move, he stayed immobile. I put him in a difficult situation, he should choose over his life or, feed himself with the rest of his mother. Earlier he begged me to kill him, it would not be a shock if he let Christian win without a fight, however, when it will come to the second part of the game he will have to fight even if he wants it or not.

” 1 minute gone” I screamed

“You idiot! Go and cut her” Christian shouted at Troy

“That’s my mother” he shouted back

” 2 minutes gone” I proceeded

” I will do it myself” Christain exclaimed.

Christain limbed heavily as he moved towards Troy. For an old man, he was fast, he tried to snatch the knife from my ex-baby boy hand but, Troy showed some resistance which forced Christian to push him down and took the knife with force. He speeded up toward Mrs Peterson, some place of her body was pale while other places were darker, her corpse was gruesome, her decomposing tissue emitted green substances, her lungs expelled liquid from her mouth and nose and, insects like maggots were already feeding themselves of her body. Christain slitted two pieces of flesh from her arm which came out like glue. He threw one piece toward Troy, put one into his mouth; chewed it like gum and swallowed it. Troy did not touch his part of food instead he vomited on it.

” I win!” He yelled happily

” One point for Christain and, zero for Troy. Ready for game number two!” I announced.

“Yes!” shouted Christian

” The second game will only be played by the one who committed the less sin than the other. To be honest, Christian I wanted you to win the first game” I grinned

” What!” He gazed at me confusedly.

” Do you know this verse of the Bible; “But if out in the country a man happens to meet a girl pledged to be married and rapes her, only the man who has done this shall die, “I said

” What are you trying to say” he raised his tone

” Well, both are you are my rapists but, tonight one among you will die. To decide who will die, I made you play the cannibalism game. What you did not know is that the winner of the first game will die tonight.” I smiled devilishly.

“That’s cheating” he cried out

” I’m a ghost dude, I’m manipulative.” I mocked. ” My sentence to you Christain is that Troy will castrate you with this knife in your hand” I proceeded.

My words made Christian trembled like a leaf, he shook his head in denial but, who was he to decide. I already made my judgement. Everything happened as my plan; I knew that Troy would never eat his mother, the plan was to kill Christain since the beginning. Just as Christian made a move to run away, I pushed my hands forward and, projected a white light which hit him hard, causing him to fall down. The roots of the trees uprooted from the soil and spun around Christian’s hands and feet to prevent him from running away. It felt so good to have so many power, It felt like being indestructible.

” Go and take off his pant or I will do everything you refused to do with Malia” I ordered Troy

He advanced near Christian with hesitation and took out his pant, Christian gave loud and, piercing desperate cries. Troy looked at me, waiting for my next command.

“Now you see the knife next to your best friend, pick it up” I beamed

He walked slowly near it with shaken hand and, picked it up. ” What should I do with it” Troy lips became white and, palpitated.

“Castration Darling! You need to cut his penis” I smirked

“No” Both Christian and Troy shouted.

” Malia or Christian, ” I leaned over my knees.

” Oh god! I’m so sorry for what I did with you. You are so much better than me, do make me do that” he pleaded

” No baby! I was better than you but, now I’m worse than you! now go” I exclaimed

He could not feel his feet anymore, he fell on the ground and, crawled next to Christian with the knife in his hand. He seized Christians’ dick, closed his eyes and, ignored the pleading of his friend. He took a deep breath and begun to sliced the dick of Christian like a piece of bread. Bloodshed as a fountain on the face of Troy. Christian yelled in agony, crying louder than a baby, his face became deep red colour when suddenly, everything became silent. He died after so much suffering. Troy sat there without blinking, the knife fell down from his hands and, he threw away the penis in disgust.

“Good job!” I clapped my hands and opened the cage. “Do you have anything that belongs to Adam and Fabrice?” I proceeded

He was in trauma, he did not answer me. He just pointed toward Christain. I turned my head towards Christian, it’s just then that I saw a pendant around the neck of my deceased victim. I rushed and snatched it; it was filled in with blood. Why would Troy pointed me that thing!

“What is this?” I asked

” The blood of Christian, Adam, Fabrice and, mine. All of us have one which signified the bound of brotherhood” He whispered

“Great! You are being a nice boy” I smiled at him.

It was now time to change the body, I might be seen as the wicked witch ever by imprisoning my best friend inside of an animal cage but, it will be for only one day. If I ever let her go, she will confess everything to my father and, this will be a disaster. Anyway, her body would be of no use to me for my next plan. I needed Troy’s body to create the perfect scenario. What I’m reserving for Troy was far worse than death. I extricated myself from Amanda’s body and integrated Troy’s body. Amanda fainted on the ground, I picked her up gently and locked her inside of the confinement.

“Sorry my baby girl, see you later” I blew her a flying kiss before disappearing inside of my new body.

Chapter 17

I badly needed equipment for my new game. After my second victorious game, I became undestroyable and uncontrolled. I did not even think about visiting my dad, he tried to communicate with me through telepathy but, I did not get any enthusiasm to talk to him. I trek to ” Brayn’s market”; it was a self-serving marker offering lots variety of food but, food was less of my concern. What I needed were materials to kill. There was no one in the market except the cashier who was a skinny man wearing a mustard T-shirt and a cotton navy casual pant. Everything I needed was just on the shelve behind him, the only obstacle was that I did not have any money to pay for my wants. Maybe he will be kind enough to help a revengeful ghost.

” Hi, can I help you” He smiled at me which made his braces visible.

“Give me two handcuffs, a hammer and a match” I ordered

He picked up everything I needed and scanned it through his barcode scanner. He thought I will pay for that thing which of course not. Being a ghost is not a job to get paid and, the people who were supposed to help me was no longer getting along with my plan. Dad would have paid for those things If I asked him but if by mistake I exposed my black eyes in front of him, he would certainly want to send me away from this world. This is not going to happen, I can manage my own things. The guy placed everything into a bag and handed it to me. I took hold of it and twirled around with the hope that he forgot about the money.

“Madam, It will make you ten dollars,” he said

I stopped and spun around to face him.” I have no money on me” I said

“Then give me back everything. ” He shouted

“I cannot do that, let me go before I let go of my temper” I made my way again to the door when I heard the sound of a slide loading cartridges; that’s the sound of a gun. I turned back again and saw his hand on the trigger pointing at me. That’s a mistake he should have never do.

” Give me my money” He yelled

“You should have never done this” I grinned

I hold my hand upright, with the back of my hand facing inward. He thought that I was about to surrender to him but, he was wrong. I clenched my last three fingers while bending both my thumbs and, index. Slowly, I twisted my two fingers making a semi-circular gesture; the cashier’s hand followed my gesture, he tried to resist but, he could not fight against my power. As soon as his hand twisted completely, leaving him pointing his gun in front of his own head, I clenched my other two fingers and, boomed, he pressed the trigger. Pieces of his brains threw over the wall while his body fell on the ground. I grinned and walked away from the market by humbling.

I sneaked a look at the pendant, took it into my hands and, squeezed it. The pendant broke and, the blood tainted my hand red. I lifted one finger which was covered with my prey blood and sucked it; it tasted like honey, leaving me wanting more of it. My eyes closed, I tried to localize them; the smell of their blood became more and more intense as I intensified my concentration. Suddenly, I got a vision; two men sitting inside a ten foot, white old rusty travelling trailer. It was situated on an intense grassy land where trees were lining the path, next to it was a body of water between green leaf trees. I opened my eyes without a clue of where is that place but, my ghostly instinct would take me there. I just needed to follow the smell of their blood.

” I’m coming for you. I will kill both of you” I grinned and walked down the sinister and silent road. By the time I will reach there it will be drawn. Usually, I do not enjoy killing in daylight but, I needed to finish my job the soonest as possible. Tomorrow I will turn the chapters of my past forever with a new fresh start.

Chapter 18

The grasses tickled my feet as I stepped inside ” River view forest”. My instinct guided me to the exact place as my vision showed me. The wind blew my hair, the freshness of the air caressed my skin, my clothes blew like flags and, the lining trees covered the sky; enabling only a few radiating lines of sun-rays to penetrated inside. Gentle tweet of birds could be heard from the trees as if giving me a warm welcome to their land. I walked along the grassy path; enjoying the pure air, the calmness of the place and its beauty. For a moment I forgot about my revenge, all I wanted was to live again. I wanted all this permanently not temporarily. My murderers killed me and are enjoying their holiday in such a paradise land but, how can I let demons enjoying paradise, I will send them where they belonged. The grassy path was just an overview of the real beauty was at the end of it; as the path took an end, it brought me inside of its pleasant campsite meadow; the dense tussock grass rustling in the breeze, the old travelling trailer was right in the middle of the pastureland, there were no other camps insight which will make my task easier. The meadow completed with a sparkling stream; pine trees were alongside the narrow river, the soothing sounds of the water flowing through the rocks were so satisfying that It could make all the worries of the world disappeared.

It was a shame to convert this splendid place into a butcher for pigs. It’s time to get back to earth and, accomplished my mission. Since I will execute them in daylight, I needed to make the less noise possible. Troy’s body was perfect for such circumstances, they would never feel alert of their best friend. I proceeded toward their travelling trailer and, banged the door. I was impatient to see my next prey.

“Open the door!” I shouted

It did not take long before pimpled face showed up in his soft cotton trousers short, his marron bolt vest was too large for his skinny body, his sleepy eyes gazed at me with stupefaction. If only they knew that it was the beginning of their surprise.

“Man!” He exclaimed

“Happy to see me or not!” I smiled

“We called you so many time to come camping with us but, you did not answer your phone. Come in man!” he pulled himself aside and gestured me to step inside his rusty little place.

“Inviting the devil inside your house is not a good idea,” I advised

“Get in!” he ordered

He cannot blame me for what will happen because I warned him about my true self. Fabrice was sleeping on a rustic brown leather sofa; he bent his feet, his head lying on the double padded front edge of the sofa, he placed one hand on his chest while the other hand was below his rib cage, his stomach moved out and in as he snored. I wondered if they ever make a nightmare of me.

“What are all these things in your hand?” asked Adam

” It’s materials for fun, remember the little girl Lisa?” I questioned back

“Oh yeah! We had so much fun with her. Who will it be this time?” he looked at me with a grin and a twinkle in his eyes.

“There is no regret huh!” I teased

“Not even a single one, ready for round two” he laughed

“wake him up and let’s go outside. I will tell you what’s the plan” I stepped outside and waited for my victims to come.

Fabrice came to join me with his sleepy head, he was not happy for ruining his sleep but who am I to care? I took them for a walk with the only purpose to distance ourselves far away from the public campsite. Even though it is deserted now, there was no guarantee that people would not come later. Killing them one by one would be more entertaining but, there was a shortage of time. We promenaded alongside the river, my eyes did not leave the sight of Adam. I watched them close just like a lion ready to jump on its prey. I needed a quiet place where nobody would hear and see my art. We kept on strolling silently along the tree-lined till our way were blocked by a chain linked fencing; it was preventing us access from the inside, with a red sigh of restricted access glued on it. Perfect: that was perfect to me if I kill them on the other side of the fence nobody would hear or see me.

“Let’s climb” I chirped

“Are you sick! It’s written Restricted Acess!” Adam declared

“Since when do you abid to the law! Are you a scaredy-cat” I provoked him.

“No! It’s just that their might be wild animals there” Fabrice spoke

“That’s what I was saying you guys are coward” I continued to evoke them

“No, I’m not” Adam busted out

“Let’s go then” I persisted

“Fine” He agreed

“What! No” Fabrice maintained

“Are you afraid of Lisa’s ghost getting to you?” I mocked

“Nonsense! Fine, let’s go” Fabrice was pissed as hell.

I flung my bag with all the material I would need to execute him on the other side. Agile like a monkey, I shinned up the fences in a slight of seconds and reached the other side of the barrier. Adam followed my moved but, Fabrice had some difficulty to land down his feet so, I reached him a hand and pulled him down on the ground. Idiot! bloody idiot, they were to trust me. Time to play now!

“Follow me” I tilted my head to the right.

Chapter 19

They swallowed hard and, nodded. I led the way into the dense forest; unlike the campsite, the other side was a spine-chilling jungle, trees grew closer to each other. Instead of birds, the crickets chirped monotonously. Every step we took was like something was keeping an eye on us, the further we went, the darker the jungle became; it reminded me of my cold and gloominess grave. The wild herbs itched our feet, mosquitoes came to feed themselves from our flood. All those things were not an issue for me: not at all, this place was more than perfect to commit the most monstrous murder.

” Enough now! We need to go before we get lost” Shivered, Adam. His hands and feet were rash, his ankles and wrists were aflame with mosquitoes bite. He seized my hands and, tried to get me out of this sinister place. I stood still despite all, his effort he could not move me. He gave me a piss off looked and crossed his arms waiting for an explanation.

“Does this place reminds you of something?” I asked by turning my back on both Fabrice and Adam.

“No! the only thing I know is that you are behaving like an idiot,” He was angry – furious.

“Oh! Your words are like a knife stabbing my heart,” I mocked

“What!” He asked annoyingly

” How could you forget that day when you rapped me, killed me and, buried me,” I sounded dramatical.

“If this is a kind of joke, it is not funny at all! I’m leaving, come if you want,” He tried to get away with Fabrice from me but, that was impermissible.

The elephant tree’s root deracinated from the soil and, fell on my preys’ way making a whistle sound just like the sound of a bomb while falling down. Adam stared at what just happened and, convinced himself that it was just a consequence. They tried to move the other way round but, this time trailing woody-stemmed plants raised up from the soil and, twisted each other to prevent them from escaping: Without a doubt, all those things happened as per my wish. There was no way to escape now.

“What’s happening?” Both Adam and Fabrice yelled at the same time.

” Riddle me this guy: I am both the beginning and the end, I was born when death gave me another chance to seek revenge from my rapists and murderers. Who am I?” I questioned

“Troy! Stop it” Adam slapped me on my back

“Wrong answer!” I turned with a wrathful smile and, blinked my eyes to its real colour ” It’s Lisa”

“No” He tried to get away without a backward glance but, there was no way out.

I ambled toward him and cracked a high- pitched evil laugh that came out as crazed and hysterical. I swept my hands toward his body and breeze pinned him down on the ground. He showed resistance by trying to kick and tilted his body from side to side but, to no avail. I got my hammer out of the bag and trailed it towards Adam. His eyes bewildered as he saw me approaching him. I expected Fabrice to come for the rescue of his friend instead; he stayed glued to the soil: he did not move or speak a word. I guessed it was too much to assimilate.

“Have mercy on me please” He implored.

“Do you remember how much I yelled that day?” I asked by uplifted my hammer and cut off his left leg making a clunky satisfying sound. I opened my mouth letting the thick red blood penetrating my throat. Adam let out a prolonged wail of pain.

” No, I guess I screamed a little bit louder. Time for another try!” I said by slipping toward his right leg and, reciprocated my action. Adam shrieked out with both pain and terror but, I was still not satisfied by his cry. I needed more and more blood. Confusion kicked me was I really a ghost or a vampire? God knows.

I moved toward his hands, crushed it with my feet and, chopped off both of his hands. What was impressive was that despite, losing all these blood Adam was no fainting. Such a strong man! But, what’s the use now? He is now a disabled man, he will surely be a burden for people. I fixed him in the eyes, hold my hammer with both my hands and, with a sudden jerk I beheaded him. Blood came out like a fountain and, I made my self the pleasure to swallow each drop of his blood; it had a sweet and sour flavour when I got enough of drinking his blood, I rinsed my face with it and shouted victory. My voice echoed the jungle.

Time for Fabrice now. He did not move during the whole scene, his eyes did not leave my sight while his mouth kept on staying wide open. I stroked my face with my hands and, removed the extra blood from my eyes. Both my face and teeth were tainted with blood. I brutally turned my neck to face my next victim, my breath was hard which made my chest wheezing very loud. Seeing my eyes on him, Fabrice fell down on his knees, prone on the soil and, ramped on the opposite side. I picked up my another toy, hasten myself toward him and sat on his back. Fabrice was unable to move even, after all, his struggle contrary to Adam he was not pleading at me. His mouth opened but, no sound came from it. I seized both of his hands and handcuff him backwards.

“You know what! I will not kill you with any of my abilities” I convinced him

” Umm,” He pushed a signed. He was relieved by what I just told him but if he was thinking that he will continue to live then, he is wrong – dead wrong.

” I believe that animals should be killed by animals. I am sure that this jungle is infested with wild animals who are really very hungry” I said and distance myself from him.

One amongst my wonderful ghost’s powers was the ability to control animals. Why should I dirt my hand when something else can make the dirty work in my place. I could hear Fabrice’s heart racing at an incredible speed: he was scared just the way I was. I got down on my knee, and pushed out harshen cries of magpies – it was my way to communicate with the wild animals. Any wild animals could resist a ghost cries. No matter how deep they are inside the forest, if they hear a ghost cries they would rush to the ghost. A few seconds passed by when a deep, and prolonged cries uttered from a wild animal were heard. I looked in the direction of where the sound was coming and noticed two pairs of orangey brown eyes stared at me; the eyes were three times larger than any human beings. The animal was no other than a beautiful male lion; his coats were shady manes that ranged in colour from blond to black, the beast roared and, nuzzling its tremendous head on its paws, his hair was swinging like moving waves on his strong and compact body, he placed his two paws forward and kneeled over it, his back lifted a little bit while his enormous eyes fixed Fabrice. He knew who was the prey. All that he wanted was my command for him to attack.

“It’s not good to play with foods” I murmured to myself and pushed another cry which only meant time to eat.

The starving lion jumped on a height of 36 feet from its hide which revealed more of its beauty: the beast could easily weight 190 kg, the deep-chested cat had round ears, dark spot all over its legs, his tails ended with a dark and hairy tuft. He ran in a burst of speed and his four claw feet ended on Fabrice’s shoulder. My prey squealed and debated against the king of the jungle. The lion was not patient like me; he plunged his long-pointed jaw into Fabrice’s shoulder and wipe it off. Fabrice’s yelling was more intense than any of my victim’s cries. He was being eaten alive. The lion ripped pieces of his body and chewed the flesh like gum. The crunchy sound of muscle was so fulfilling in my ears that it left me wanting more and more. Slowly Fabrice’s voice faded away and his fighting for his life took a full stop- yes he died. I killed all my rapists and murderers except Troy. I knew exactly what to do with him. There must be a mobile phone on one of those bastards. I approached the shattering body of Adam and searched for his phone.

“Bingo!” I exclaimed as I got his new matt black iPhone in my hand- yes, my hammer cracked the screen but, I could still use it. The phone rang two times before a woman picked up.

” Police Station, How can I help you?” The woman’s voice sounded through the phone

“I am Troy Peterson, I killed five people. You will find three of them in the forest of silence, one in a supermarket, and two here in river view forest” I said before hanging up.

Making him killed his beloved was not only to entertain me but, for his fingerprint to be present on every victim. He thought he was untouchable but, now he will either end up in jail for the rest of his life or, they will simply send him to a mental asylum. I extracted myself from his body, he would not run away even if he wanted to. Not because I would threaten him but because he was a weak man who starved for several days.

“Goodbye Troy” I kissed him on the lips and vanished into the thin air.

Chapter 20

If nobody can give you justice then, you need to find it yourself. I died in the most atrocious way. I was someone with dreams, aim, and there were lots of things that I did not yet discover in life. But, that’s alright because I will make my resurrection: not in my rotten body under the ground but, inside the radiant person just in front of me. Even though I was invited by her, she could not see me. She was taking a nap on her brown round bed with headboard: she wore a slight-waist above knee pyjama, her beautiful curly hair spread out on her white-fluffy pillow. Her television was not even switched off: she might fell asleep while watching the t.v.

” The young bachelor Troy Peterson was sent to Rosewood psychiatric hospital. He confessed about killing five people in the most monstrous way. A girl was also found imprisoned in a cage next to his victims. His only explanation was that a ghost forced him to do so” announced the informant on the T.V.

I grinned and sat next to my lovely Malia. This body will be mine soon. It was not more perfect than those of Amanda but; I was better than my old body. This corpse will provide me with a new beginning, a new start. I will start afresh- graduate, have a job, make a family.

“Thank you Malia” I whispered into his ears.

I got up and took the position to invade Malia’s body when the door behind me cracked open. An angry old man: with a white medium beard, thick white narrow eyebrows, his fingers curled into the palm and the thumb retracted, displaying a knuckle appeared- father. Behind him was my ex-best friend: she betrayed me, she cannot be friend with me anymore. Maybe I should have killed her too.

“Lisa!” squeaked my father which made Malia woke up from his deep sleep.

“Who are you?” she yelled but, my father ignored her.

” Dad, What are you doing here?” I asked

” You killed innocent people. You caged your best friend and now you are going to steal the life of an innocent” he yelled.

“Because they were obstacles. I have the right to live again,” I yelled back.

Temper set inside of me like fire, I snapped the round bed and lifted it up with one hand. My mouth stretched wide open, and I pushed an eternal scream. Malia fell down on the floor and gazed into the void. She could not see me but I could sense her panic. I slammed the bed on the floor and flew toward her. I was supposed to be gentle with her but not anymore. Father’s entry aroused my instinct to hunt and to rebel. She was still gazing at the empty space when I squeezed her throat and started to fusion inside of her. Half of my soul successfully occupied Malia’s body, however, the other half got interrupted by my annoying father.

“Sas parangeílo éxo” my father yelled by pushing his right hand forward towards me. A white light spread out and pulled me out of Malia’s body.

“No!” my voice sounded like an iron nail grinning over a metal surface. I lose my temper completely: my barely visible soul turned out transparency black, my black eyes fixed my father with envy while my hair spread all over my face.

” Maybe I should kill you first,” I said before speeding up toward him.

“ASPIDA” yelled my father. A green shield enveloped both Amanda and my father inside and preventing the outside from gaining access to them.

“Be a man and fight,” I snapped

“You are not my Lisa! I should have never granted you freedom” he made a circular movement with his hand and the shield disappear.

Seeing the shield disappearing, I hurled quickly in the air to attack him. He did not move; I knew it hurt him to see me hating him but he deserved it. As I stretched out my hand toward his heart to snatch it away, he opened his fist and threw some ashes over me. Instantly, it started to burn my soul. It felt like being burn alive.

“What did you do?” I cried out

“This is holy ashes. When ghosts refuse to leave this world, ghost whispers use this ash to expatriate the soul into their realm,” his cheek glister with tears.

“This is not over! I will come back!” I yelled out.

I screamed as my soul was burning, this time I had people hearing my pleading but nobody helped. This was not over, I will come back again. This time I will be fiercer and stronger. My soul melted and vanished like burnt paper. My story ended up like a scar in the heart. This might be the end of this time but, I will be back. I swear I will. My revenge will be worst than this time.