My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Funeral

Home school. Rosse had already asked Cia's sister for permission for this afternoon, and quickly Brother Cia authorized it. When we got ready, we headed to the cemetery in a taxi. The cemetery is located outside this small town. It took me half an hour to get there after leaving town. Pine forests must be passed first. A bridge with a small river is inside. During the trip I just looked out the car window. The sky was already bright with a hint of gray clouds. Like the forest in general, I saw some cool little animals playing around from tree to tree. Squirrels and birds are the ones I see most often.

Arriving at the spacious cemetery, a gate with four pillars greeted us. Aunt Marry, Rosse and I stepped into the gate. Rows of white tombstones neatly lined up from the 50 m entrance. I followed Aunt Marry and Rosse who were walking in front of me down the path between the gravestones. This cemetery is so sebih of visitors, there are only one or two people. At least that's what they saw. But for me this place is very crowded. Almost all of the tombs have their inhabitants. Some of the spirits just stood quietly staring at the tombstone itself. Some were crying, angry, sorry for wasting their lives. I try not to see and hear them.

I lowered my head as I occasionally glanced at the spirits around me. Not all spirits look like white smoke. Some of them look terrible. The body was full of blood, fatal injuries, the rope was still wrapped around the neck, tampa one limb or even shapelessly shattered and their manner of motion was also strange. All that is still ordinary than with one spirit that is very similar to a living human. The face bolt is not as pale as ghosts in general, it is not transparent and the legs are like literally stepping on the ground. They just cannot be seen by humans. This kind of spirit is very difficult to distinguish especially for those of me who are still inexperienced. Fortunately, they are rarely found. I don't know, why does the spirit exist like that? For sure I should not talk to just anyone who is in this tomb. It might be a ghost.

"I want to live!"

"Give me one chance!"

"Why is everyone ignoring me?"

"It hurts!"

"I want to go home."

"There's so much! I'm having trouble breathing!"

"Did anyone see my head? Where's head?"

"Why am I here?

"Whoever, help me!"

"Hiks... Hix... Huach... I want mom..."

The sound of crying so loud it seemed to consciously make me turn my head. A boy about eight years old was sitting on one of the gravestones crying. He covered his tear-filled face. He seems to miss his mother a lot, or maybe there is something he wants to tell his mother? Nah! I can't think of helping him. I shook my head quickly to dispel that thought. Kulirik again the boy who turned to look at me. Our views met, soon I looked away. I hope the child's spirit doesn't realize that I can see it. It would be terrible if that happened.

"Can't you see me?"

I flinched hearing it and made my steps stop. My legs feel heavy to continue my path. I glanced to the right side and looked at it a little. I saw that the child's spirit was already behind me. The pale face looked so sad.

"Sister, if you can see me. Please help me. I want to meet my mother" said the boy's spirit, pleading with pity.

How'this? There's no way I can help her. I look around me. Several other spirits began to turn their heads towards me after hearing the voice of the child. This is really bad! Now they realize I can see them. Some of them also started to approach.

"You're a Necromancy?"

"Can you help me?"

"I beg you to help me!"

"I want to go home."

"Hey miss! Why did you stop there?" rosse's yelling calls made me put my face in her direction.

"Ep... I..." What am I supposed to say? There's no way I'm saying I'm so scared I can't move, right?

"Look Ririn, the location is not far away anymore" Aunt Marry walked over and then pulled me away.

It felt so strange when I pierced through these ghosts. The coldness penetrated my sweater shirt all the way to the skin. My body shakes it. But the warmth that emanated from Aunt Mary's palm made me calm. These spirits no longer beg me. They just looked at me in silence then one by one back to where it was. I breathed a sigh of relief because I managed to avoid them. Fortunately there was Aunt Marry who pulled me from the crowd.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you sitting there? Did you see a ghost?" ask Rosse.

If only you knew Rosse that I was surrounded by these spooky ghosts. "Yes. The ghost is in front of me."

"You're saying I'm a ghost?!"

"Already, already, don't start," lerai aunt Marry.

Under the tampa tree leaves again. Here Mr. Hartley. White gravestones carved his name as a distinguishing sign from other tombstones. Rosse placed the flower clothes that he had prepared earlier in front of the tombstone. Rosse blocked her tears from flowing. He looks very stoic even though actually in his heart he wants to cry loudly evaporate all the longing. Aunt Mary gently rubbed the tombstone a few times. She could not help her grief in front of her husband's grave.

"Darling, it really doesn't feel like it's been four years in your presence. We miss you so much" Aunt Mary said in her grief.

"Dad, don't worry about us. Your daughter is not a weak girl. I must have taken care of mom and made her happy."

"Look, our daughter is all grown up. She grew up to be a smart and beautiful girl."

I saw the heartwarming scene from three meters away, roughly. I don't want to spoil the atmosphere because of the presence of outsiders like me. The wind was blowing from behind me. It made my hair fall out and covered my face. I fixed it back though for free because the wind was not constantly blowing. Just like the other tombs, I saw Mr. Hartley stood beside his wife with a face full of sadness. He seemed like he was about to say something but he realized that his two loved ones could not see let alone hear his voice. Mr. Hartley glanced at me but I quickly looked away. I couldn't see that sad look. Sorry Mr. Hartley I can't help you. Not here.

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