The gift of seeing the spirit of the dead became a curse when what I call as evil spirits started to show themselves to me. The depictions in popular media are not enough to justify how horrifying they really are.
I lived with sleepless nights for a few days until I finally told what is happening to the orphanage director. It seemed that they believed me even though they were reluctant. We visited the nearby witch doctor the next day.
I was not a firm believer of the occult, but I like to keep my mind open given what I am experiencing at the time. The witch doctor basically rubbed something on my forehead and asked me a lot of questions regarding what I see, hear, and feel.
The witch doctor performed a chant of some sort and I felt that my body became lighter. The witch doctor said that my third eye has been opened up. He links it to me being at death's door due to the car accident.
It seems that the witch doctor that we visited is a legit one as I felt that I am no longer as troubled as before. The witch doctor told me that my ability to perceive spirits are only dampened but I can still feel their presence in the surroundings.
He even told me that what he did is just to prevent the spirits from finding me. He said that I was practically a beacon since I did not know how to control my powers. The advice that he gave is to always yearn for the material world rather than the spiritual world.
If I do not, then a strong evil spirit could one day possess me if I do not have an anchor to reality. That very sentence made me scared of losing my grip in reality or lose my will against an evil spirit. Thanks to him, I can no longer see the spirits of the dead, but I can still feel them.
A chill in the room or the sudden fluctuation of electricity made me shiver as those were signs that they are in the area. Still, I accepted the witch doctor's advice to heart and focused on reality. I did just that and focused on passing the GED so that I can get admitted to college.
Studying was difficult but I endured so that I could have a future. We do get kicked out of the orphanage at the age of 18 after all. Thankfully, college admissions start at the age of 16 in my country. I managed to pass the GED and enrolled for a college that is near the orphanage.
Thankfully, I was sent to an orphanage located in a metropolis since that is also where we were headed on vacation. I did my best to study and managed to get into a good enough college with a scholarship. I graduated as an engineer that specializes in telecommunication but was never prepared for the real world.
Thankfully, I had enough money from the insurance and working part time as I looked for a job. I rented the barebones studio apartment that only has a small bathroom and bed. I promised myself that once I get a decent job then I will find a better place.
And that brings me to my current situation where I am tied up to wall. I thought I was already becoming in luck as I got a message from the company that I sent my resume. I did not know that I was walking into a trap.
I even used up my remaining money to buy a new formal suit for the interview. I even got my hair done and got all dolled up. I did not even doubt that the café that interview was set is empty as I thought the company rented all of it. I guess it is true what they say that some things are too good to be true.
Is this what people say when you are going to die? Your life will brief right past you like a flood of memories. I regained consciousness about five minutes ago before five individuals came inside the room. I did not fully open my eyes though as I heard their footsteps reaching me.
"Are you sure that he is the one in the document? Did you not make a mistake, Dustan? I mean, the picture showed a cute little boy, but his looks are all haggard. He looks like he grew up in hell?" The blonde woman asked.
"I am positive, Esme. Whiz told me that he is the person. We checked everything about him before setting up the meeting point." Dustan replied.
"Why did he get the easy mission? I almost died with the mission you gave me." A young Korean man stated.
"Can you please keep quiet. If you do not want me to shut your blabbermouths, then I suggest you just observe." The crimson haired woman stated.
"But should you be really doing this, Sofia? Joe told you to not to use the highly confidential files. He would freak out and scold us if you go with this." Whiz stated.
"I am actually with Whiz on this one. I might have fetched him for you, but I still think that we should have waited for Joe to come back." Dustan added.
"When Joe is not here, I am in charge. We need to have him awaken his powers. The Deviants are running wild as if they lost their humanity." Sofia stated as she took the syringe and injected a red substance inside my body.
The red-haired woman named Sofia injected me with something that made my vision blurry. They said it will awaken my powers, but my powers are already awakened. The seal that the witch doctor used has already expired a year ago.
When I visited him again so that he can apply it once more, he was already dead. I…I….
"IT HURTS!"