"Open the door, Raser…"
Knock, knock…
_It's right; it's like she is not Shilla. I just heard her voice in the basement. It was soft and gentle. Then why does it feel like she changes? Did that ritual transform her somehow?_
The knocking sound on the door started to transform into banging…
Thud, thud, thud….
"Open it…"
The door seemed to shake, like it would fall if the pounding continue as result allowing Shilla to enter… if the person can still be called Raser's sister.
Buzzing, the sudden vibrations at his feet startled him.
It was his phone; someone called him in this situation.
Thud, thud…
Amid the relentless banging on the door and the flickering light of the table lamp that blinked heavily, becoming a disoriented light for dancing shadows on the wall, he bent forward, picking up the device.
He held it in his palm, seeing the person who was—Benzo. He accepted the call.
"What's up, Raser… feeling down, or are you still hearing those murmuring sounds?"
"Benzo, listen, I need help..."
Beep, beep, beep
Before he could say more, the call was hung up.
"Did he just hang up on me?"
He quickly checked the screen.
3% battery at the corner of the phone.
It turned into 2%, and then…1%
The banging on the door ceased.
Alex stared at the phone. Its battery, now at 1%, puzzled him.
What's happening with this phone?
0%. Even at 0%, Why wouldn't it turn off?
Then, a buzz—a call from an unsaved number: 00000000000001.
Without him accepting the call, it was connected with another line.
Everything around him calmed down—a quiet, ghostly silent room.
"Open the door, Alex,"
Alex recognized the voice, a chilling realisation struck him with a surge of adrenaline—the same lady that had been at his door just moments ago now on call..
Gripping the phone tightly, he threw it.
He didn't know why he did it; it was an instinctive action, as if his life was on the line.
He attacked whatever was at the door,Without any second thought.
The device forcefully pierced the wooden texture..
Penetrating the thick layer and disappearing on the other side….
Step, step… sounds of running away echoed, each second becoming distant howls.
The table light blinked out, casting the room into darkness. The dancing shadows vanished, leaving an eerie silence that gripped the air and turning the place into a peaceful sanctuary…
Despite this calm situation, Alex's breathing remained rapid, his thoughts continued their chaotic dance.
_How…how can the person on the other side know my real name, a name that I never disclosed in this world?_
Then his focus drawn to the experience he had just gone through—the light, shadows, knocking, and, more importantly, the call from the number 00000000000001.
And the most terror-inducing thing before it was how quickly the battery in the phone emptied. In front of his eyes it almost resembled a counting for incoming calls that followed after.
All of those things, in every single aspect. It's like... a horror comes to life…
He inhaled and exhaled quickly, gazing at the closed door with a hole in it.
*Click.*
The door swung open, revealing Shilla outside.
He quickly assumed a defensive stance, a random karate posture he remembered from a movie…
"You are already awake," her voice was gentle, soft, carrying a little warmth—unlike the previous one.
"Didn't you just run away?"He clearly heard a sound of running away, a distinct sound even a child could distinguish….
"What are you talking about?"
"You were the one who was knocking right."
He wanted the answer to be yes a declination for his assumptions so he could be at ease at least knowing culprit,
The one who was knocking the, one who called, and the one who ran away he wanted that entity be shilla…even if that's fase….
He knows it is some melevent entity, probably a ghost.but he wish other wise..
"Why would I knock on the door when I already know you'll be dead asleep didn't you take the sleeping pill... wait... don't tell me you're still hearing those murmurings..." Shilla stopped and pondered in anxiety but quickly shrugged it away.
His assumptions turn right,something wrong resides in this house or prablay.....
With him..
A sinister spirit that is capable of manipulating electricity and can call ... .but..this moment another topic sticks in his mind a scapegoat to distract his attention from the event to something lighter..
"What murmuring ?" Alex, confused and puzzled, unable to understand what she meant, just moments ago Benzo also mentions about murmuring.
"We will talk later. There is still some important stuff. It's time... it's time for your sacrifice."
_Damn, how I forgot about the ritual. She probably wants me to take part in that sinister offering. Do I look like an idiot to you? Dream on; I am not coming with you._
"Raser, come on, we have to go. I was waiting for this moment. Thomson is excited. Didn't you always want to be an invoker? Thomson has gathered all the material for me, I mean us."
Before she could say more, a punch landed on her abdomen, followed by a knee to her head.
Taking advantage of the situation where Shilla fell on the ground, Alex quickly ran outside then, at the door, quickly grabbing the handle.
He had no intention of staying in this house, not even for a second. After what he had just experienced, it's true he is a transmigratar...
But at this moment, he doesn't know much about this world.
In this instance, regret and guilt filled his mind. If he wasn't sunk in the remorse of losing his life, his family,
If only he had been more interested in this new world that was the same as his old...
If only he had learned more about invocar and ritul..maybe, just maybe, his situation might have been different.
Click and swish… in.
A familiar voice greeted him when he opened the main door.
"Hello sweetheart !… we didn't finish our talk on call , probably because you hung up."