After my battle with a now dusted Argatha, well I went back to sleep of course.
In the morning my family would gather around a fire, under a shelter normally made out of dead branches and was not that far from the house.
During tea I told the family about what had happened, they refused to believe me more especially my mother.
She said she had no knowledge of this Argatha.
That is when I thought.
Witch?
Impossible.
AAAH
Just as I was busy worrying about worrying about my sanity, my sister screamed and came running towards me.
"Big brother there strangers at the door,"
I looked over to our small house, ghostly figures in void black robes walked inside.
I looked around the fireplace and saw a butcher knife.
I've been meaning to ask about where this came from.
Welp.
I ran and ran towards the house, with no breaks.
I threw myself into the house and planted the knife deep into one of the ghostly figures.
Ayayayaya!
IT turned to look at me and it was not pretty.
Like a little girl, I let go of all manhood and screamed at the top of my lungs.
It pushed me back.
But did not follow up for a kill.
When looking inside the house they appeared to be sprinkling something around the corners.
The ghostly figures even went as far as to clean the ashes for me.
Why thank you kind sirs.
On their way out they worked some magic on me and my family.
If you're wondering why we weren't afraid of them anymore, even I didn't understand it.
Our memories were wiped.
Finally the day came for us to leave for our home town.
Finally, I could rejoin society.
Dreams of the incident continued to follow me everywhere I go.
My mother said it was demons.
In our new religious belief we went to see the pastor.
A 19 year old me was prayed for every sunday.
Everytime I missed church they would come for me like hounds.
I called up my best friend Clark and left home a week after.
When his mother heard of my problem she suggested a "kosha" which is a traditional ceremony to exorcise spirits.
We on the other hand had other ideas.
When we were in boarding school a year ago, there was a guy who claimed to be an esper and could catch ghosts.
As far as the ghost part went, we didn't believe him.
But he did have a talent for dream interpretation.
We looked for him for a couple of days with no luck at all.
Clark's mother got in a car accident.
Was sued and lost her job.
Clark and I were kicked out of the house.
"She didn't need that job anyway." he said.
What caused the car accident? Was the question I was more interested in.
At this point I was growing more and more insane.
Questioning the unquestionable, but something within me told me that her situation was too fishy to dismiss as coincidence.
Jobless and homeless, Clark and I had one thing left to do in order to safeguard our livelihood.