Slowly, Dawn turned the door handle leading to the cold storage room. He sneaked in when Frank and Ross weren't there, coincidentally both of them were taking a nap. Thick black smoke could be seen from under the door. The pressure was heavy enough to make Dawn's chest feel a little tight. He held himself for a moment holding the doorknob firmly, gathering his energy before he opened the unlocked door.
In an instant, the room that should have been quite bright with sunlight from outside turned very dark. Black smoke filled with moans from the remains of restless spirits flew across the ceiling until it almost hit him. Dawn closed his eyes tightly as a thick cloud of smoke passed in front of his eyes, sending an incredibly loud ringing that sounded heartbreaking in his ears.
Dawn almost dropped his knees shaking at the pressure there. He didn't bring his inhaler, what if his asthma flared up there? Stupid Dawn, what is he doing? But, he couldn't ignore this. The screams of the restless spirits floating above the ceiling was so loud in his ears. Dawn almost gave up when he saw the figure he was looking for standing in front of the window almost completely covered in thick black smoke. With heavy steps, Dawn entered the room. For the other the room was just an ordinary, but not for Dawn.
"Halo"
Dawn approached the figure standing quietly in front of the window. All black with his head facing the window with empty eyes. Dawn reached out her hand, trying to touch the figure. His hands trembled, but he managed to touch the figure's arm. The moment he touched it, Dawn's eyes flashed red, and the wind blew past his neck whipping her hair in the air. The flames in his eyes seemed to burn the thick black smoke that enveloped the figure until everything was blown away completely, the sounds of anguished screams were so loud in the air burned by the fire in Dawn's eyes. And in an instant, the sky became bright. The figure covered in black smoke turned into a spirit essence, which slowly formed a figure, a person, a man dressed in a brown leather jacket with a white shirt standing in front of the window.
Dawn pulled his hand. His head was very dizzy, his feet didn't seem to touch the floor and his chest was tight, that's what he always felt every time he purified these spirits, that's what he did to disperse all the spirits attached to the restless soul instantly. He hadn't done it for a long time, and it felt like he was now getting tired so fast, his body was weak and he almost fell backward if it wasn't for something holding him back.
"hey"
Dawn opened his eyes wide, surprised when the figure in front of him was able to hold his waist. He could touch him.
Dawn wasn't the only one who was surprised, but also the figure in front of him. A young, handsome man with a pair of dark blue eyes who looked at him with big eyes.
"Be careful"
For a long time, Dawn let the man hold his back by the waist, holding his hand. Until Dawn got his senses back and pulled his hand from the figure, standing firmly in his place.
"You"
The figure looked at his hands, looking at Dawn, not believing what had just happened.
"I, I can touch you, this, isn't a dream right? Look, you got to help me. My body was over there, you have to call the police and tell them that I didn't commit suicide, you have to tell everyone, why is everyone saying that I committed suicide! That's impossible!"
The figure's voice seemed to explode in Dawn's ears, he tried to cover it. The man grabbed Dawn's shoulders, yanking him.
"Hey, are you listen?"
"Let me go"
Dawn clutched his chest, releasing the figure's hold on his wrist which made him breathless. While holding himself from falling, he headed to the door, to get out of there immediately. The 'man' almost chased him but Dawn managed to get out and slammed the door tightly.
"Hey, where are you going? Open the door, why can't I get out? Hey! You should tell the police, I didn't commit suicide! You heard me, hey!" the figure pounded heavily on the door.
Dawn closed his eyes. The voice of the spirit with thick energy sounded extremely loud inside his head. How could he touch him? This was why his grandfather and aunt forbade him from approaching the spirit of unnatural death, because of the negative pressure from the spirit, which might make the spirit have enough energy to be able to touch him. If he didn't purify the spirit, it would become another restless. Does it mean, this time, Dawn has interfered again?
The sound of banging on the door was still heard even as Dawn headed towards the stairs. The man's scary face was clearly a vengeful spirit that would soon become an evil spirit. Frank appeared from behind the wall, frowning at Dawn who had just walked down the hall.
"Dawn, what are you doing? You're going into the cold room, right?"
Dawn almost jumped from his feet. Frank surprised him.
"Frank, why, didn't you guys do the usual procedure? Why even put the body in the fridge?" Dawn asked.
Frank looked at the freezer door at the end of the hall. He remembered what Emily said when he was about to carry out a routine procedure on the body for burial.
"That, uh, the family is waiting for the family members. It's not clear what the reason is, you can ask her about it."
Dawn saw a middle-aged man who had worked at the Funeral house since he was not even born, the man seemed to be hiding something. Dawn just nodded slowly, even if he asked him, he still wouldn't know.
"Well, fine, I'll ask her"
Dawn took out his phone and walked out of the hallway area. He was about to look for detective Caleb's number when something caught his attention.
The hair on his neck chills up. Goosebumps. There's a little girl, dressed in sweet, red clothes and lace underneath, dragging a teddy bear half her size past not far in front of him. In shock, Dawn dropped his phone, the girl's clothes were completely wet, water dripped from her clothes, her curly hair, and the doll she was dragging, leaving a dark, wet, and muddy trace along her way. The dark smoke hovering so close to her almost covered her whole small body. Dawn's eyes get bigger. He senses a very strong pressure from the spirit.
He was half Dawn's height, with a pale face that looked straight ahead and continued walking towards the hallway where the funeral room was located. It was the back hallway, where the service department usually passed, loading coffins from the preparation room into each funeral room. There was no one else there apart from him, and the figure of the girl who stopped her steps at the back door of funeral room number three. That, the room where the new body of a young man about his age had just been put in this morning. What was that girl doing there?