100 Ghost Tales (2/2)
Despite the constant price slashes, no one has brought this house after so many years. And those that do, immediately tries to resell the house as soon as possible.
Most of the renovation are done in order to sell the house, even at a loss.
It is as if the house is haunted or something.
I chuckle at that while following Sandra into the room. Lexi is there, opening the blinds to let the light inside. The current owners never drop by the place anymore.
It is a living room, and it is very large. I swear the room could fit an entire concert band inside.
There is a nice fireplace at the far side of the wall, so if Sandra brought this place, we could enjoy each other's company in front of a fireplace.
While Lexi explains about the room, bringing Sandra under her charm again, I ask Selene if there is any media relates to the house.
Selene immediately displays several newspaper clippings and videos for me to see. Even the gruesome sights in the clippings and videos, I didn't feel any chillness or anything of the sort.
I have seen a lot worst, mostly at my hands.
While the house is probably not haunted, families did die here under the most unusual circumstances many years ago. No one survives the accidents, however.
The police are stumped, and since Shield Surveillance Network hasn't been fully operational back then, I couldn't see anything that happened inside the house. I could only see outside of the house. Nothing strange stands out though.
”…”
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I look around as if I heard something. That is weird.
Lexi shows us the kitchen next, and Sandra takes in her every word like she couldn't help herself while I look around and checking the ovens and the cupboards.
Everything is spotless, far too spotless. There usually some kind of dusts here and there, considering how long it has been since people were here.
”Did someone clean the place?”
I question. I did find quite a lot of stains with black light filter, so whoever clean the place probably did not use detergent.
”I don't know, Mr. Maxwell. Perhaps. Please come this way. I want to show you the study room.”
All three of us pass the stairway to the upper floor before something caught in the corner of my eyes, just briefly. I snap towards that direction, but I am unable to find anything. Even replaying the recorded video does not give me anything.
”Mr… my love, is there something wrong?”
Sandra questions. I look at her and chuckle.
”Nope. It is nothing. My eyes are probably playing trick on me. You can go with Miss Lester and check the study room, honey. I need to do some business. Male business.”
I wink at her and look for the toilet.
Obviously, my eyes are not playing trick on me. I know what I have saw.
And once Sandra and Lexi head off to the study room down the hallway, I return to the stairway. There is that strange sound again.
”…”
It comes and goes, but no one seem to hear it except me, even Selene. I can hear multiple frequencies, including radio frequencies, but the sound is not recorded on any of the channels.
This is fucking weird. It couldn't be haunted, could it? I don't fucking believe in ghost. Everything can be explained by science, govern by rules and logics. Even magic itself!
I head up there and find an empty corridor, marked with doors. Doors are closed tight. I check a few, finding them to be locked. I head all the way to the end of the corridor to find a room.
Coldness pierces through my body again, causing me to shiver almost uncontrollably. Selene couldn't detect anything wrong with me, at least biologically.
”…”
What is this feeling? It is somewhat familiar.
It did take a while for me realize what I am feeling – spiritual energy.
But unlike the spiritual energy released from a Dragon God, this is exceedingly weak and isn't directed at anyone. It is also full of intentions, and it is not the good kind either.
The malicious energy just lingers in the air, causing people to feel chillness down their spine. But once I realise what it was, the chillness just goes away.
It is as if my spirit is now actively defending against it. That is a good thing.
I look around the room and then out the windows, looking at the backyard. There are a couple of kids snooping around the garden outside, playing and laughing. They are a young girl and boy. Their clothes are pretty old style.
”Mr. Maxwell. Why don't you join your wife in the study room?”
Lexi requests when she enters the room. Sandra is not with her, but the surveillance cameras tells me where Sandra is at the moment. She is sitting alone in the study room as if someone has told her too.
I turn around to face Lexi as she approaches the windows. I didn't notice her approach since I was too busy staring out the window. That shouldn't be. I am very aware of my surroundings.
More than 10 minutes has passed when I check the internal clock. A lapse in memory!?
Selene replays what I saw in fast forwards mode – nothing. She didn't record anything but an empty garden. There are no sounds of children recorded either. It is as if I just stood there and stare out the window like a creep.
Lexi looks outside briefly before facing me again.
”What are you looking at, Mr. Maxwell?”
I chuckle. This day just got a lot better.
”I see dead people, Miss Lester.”