BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 88's

When the fog came, everyone had to quickly find a safe house and hide in a sealed space. That's rule. They couldn't open the door on anyone knocking if the fog thickened, so Aunt Henna hurriedly searched for a nearby house while the fog was still thin.

As she walked, Aunt Henna found that she was not alone. There were others who were also in a hurry to seek refuge. This was also common in South Bjork, so Aunt Henna was relieved that there was someone other than her in the fog. The person offered to lead him through the fog as his eyes could see more clearly. Aunt Henna who was happy to make traveling companions certainly accepted the offer. Unfortunately, he was not led through the fog but instead led to plunge into the river.

Thanks to some traders who also came home from the market, Aunt Henna was rescued. But since then he never wanted to go home alone. Especially after being examined and investigated by several people, the face of the man who guided Aunt Henna was the face of the person who was rumored to have died from drowning in the river during a rainstorm.

The story was discussed again by Nolan and his mother, making his sisters instantly silent and listening. They have often heard the story, but still always whispering tensely between stories.

"According to Mom, it's not actually the spirit of a dead person" she said, folding both hands in front of her chest. His feet slowly tapped on the ground floor. "Maybe it's another evil creature. Like, some kind of demon. Such creatures sometimes disguise themselves as humans. They can also be touched and can be killed, but definitely not human."

"Are there any demons in Bjork?" nolan asked, shaking off his sister's noisy heads, asking what stealth meant.

"Of course, there may be. Such stories always appear, and there can't be smoke without fire, right? We're near the woods anyway." His mother put her shoulders. "Nature gives a lot of energy. Water too. Life often gathers near running water. The flowing water also channeled a lot of energy, both positive and negative. Sometimes, people say, human spirits often gather near the river. If not wrong, in some places, the stopover of death also takes the form of a river. The god of death pedals the sampan. That kind. In the old Bjork religion, our river is a sacred river where the passing of a dead soul."

"If mountain?" nolan's fishing line was slow, thinking back to Sana's story about Gladys. "What's the story about Mount Bjork?"

"Grandma knows better about it. You know, there used to be a building there. There are many stories. He said the building was a temple, but some said it was a synagogue or a church. There are stories of excellent priests and sages teaching there, but Mother also heard stories that they sacrificed men for eternal life. I don't know what's right, maybe your grandmother knows. It's been a long time."

Nolan looked at his mother in awe, wondering where all that knowledge came from. "Mom knows a lot of things, yeah."

His mother laughed, along with another burst of fireworks. They all stared up at the sky with faces blushing from the reflection of light.

"But, there may indeed be spirits that are not calm," his mother continued in a quiet voice, unwilling to disturb the joy of her other young children. "Sometimes they ask for company. Sometimes an unnatural death makes them suffer so much, they are trapped in a dark world. Don't know where to go. Some of them can appear, expecting prayers from us who are still alive in this world."

"Why don't they pray alone?" nolan is skeptical. "If you can show yourself, you can pray for yourself."

"Have you ever seen anything so creepy? Something that shocked me to the point of not being able to move in the slightest?"

Nolan recalled the sighting of the Black Ghost when he was fishing with Jose. At that time he stumbled and fell, and could only remain still. Can't move a finger even a little. He was embarrassed every time the incident occurred. He should be able to get up on his own and run, or even kick the ghost.

"Then?" reply Nolan quickly, "What's the connection?"

"When you have that kind of paralysis, it's hard for you to talk, right? Perhaps, the spirits felt the same way. They can show up, but they can't talk. It is difficult to do prayer. Hence, they need our help. I know, you don't pray right sometimes. It feels lazy and sleepy, right? But when someone prays aloud, you can come and finish the prayer. Named. They need guidance as well."

Nolan wasn't so sure he understood what his mother said. Sometimes, his mother explained in a way that the Northmen spoke, making him wonder if his mother used to be from the North. But his mother never talked about it. People even said his mother was a noble mistress in the North, but her mother only laughed every time she heard that. And Nolan never asked. He could wait until his own mother decided to tell him a story. For all he knew, his late father was from the North.

Nolan gazed up, other fireworks glided, forming the beautiful word Bjork, accompanied by striking fireworks. Nolan's lips moved gently, giving a sweet smile.

The smile froze on the spot as his eyes caught onto the path openings in the forest, at the end of the green field. The grass field is clearly visible because it is located next to the pedestrian bridge.

The forest is on the right side of his house. Although the distance is far, but he can still see clearly the opening of the road caused by the entry of the fire engine this morning.

Only a glimpse of Nolan saw, because the night soon darkened after the fireworks disappeared.

But he sure didn't see it wrong.

There is something moving there, like a figure that moves, like a gelatinous that runs solid. Nolan rubbed his slightly blurry eyes due to the diversion of the light. He frowned, trying to stare more clearly.

Yes, now he could see it more clearly. The more you see, the figure becomes more manifest. Eye. Noses. Mouths. Everything was formed in a black faint shadow.

Nolan's entire body stiffened. His heart was beating very fast. The figure was back on the road, hidden behind a thicket.

It was like the shape of a woman he saw dead across the river.

Gladys.