Part 3

04:12 a.m.

As I fly back home along the national highway, trying to forget for a while what just had happened back in the cemetery, I see one of the most beautiful faces in my entire life inside of a running bus. I fly closer to it until I cross the metal walls of the vehicle and sit next to her. She is looking outside the bus window, maybe she’s looking at the moon. I wonder what she is thinking about…

If only I could ask her, just her name would be fine. What is this? I feel my heart is beating so fast. I don’t have my physical heart with me, do I?

I can feel a weird yet beautiful admiration right this moment. This is the first time I feel something so sudden and so strong in my life. It is like my heart is suddenly occupying every space in my chest. It is even surprising to feel so light and happy and nervous just by staring at her cat-like eyes. And when she smiles, it is like the most beautiful smile I had ever seen in my whole life.

I wish she would look my way. And she does! Could she see me? Am I invisible or am I in my ghost-like state? Answers don’t matter anyway for she smiles at me, or at least to my direction.

“Hannah,” she utters out, so tender in the air.

Huh? I look around and no one there seems to be with her she can talk to, aside from my Astral Self.

“I’m sorry?” I ask diffidently with a shy smile. I have even thought I blush at that.

“My name is Hannah,” she says again, as if she is really talking to someone. Could it be me? Oh, could she see me?

“That’s…nice to know. My name is…”

Then she giggles. To some point I feel that she is acting a little weird.

“He knows my name! He remembered me!” She giggles some more like that of a high school girl beginning to learn about puppy love.

Uh-oh, she is thinking out loud. Sigh. Of course she can’t see me because I am invisible. And who is this ‘he’ she was talking about? All of the sudden I feel jealous of someone I haven’t met yet. And that is very irritating. To be competing with someone you do not know. You have no clue how does he look like. What he could do better and beat that, cough.

I thought I was weird. But Hannah moves a bit closer to me and looks into my eyes as if she could see into them.

Looking through those beautiful cat-eyes, I feel I am magnetized by a beautiful force pushing me closer to her, moving my face few inches near hers. It feels so natural that I have not thought of opposing it. She is breathing in perfect harmony of long and deep breaths. They sound like a beautiful song to me.

Smelling her fragrant breath is making me close my eyes myself, letting the strange powerful new emotion to take over. I have heard sounds of bell in my thoughts as I get closer and closer to her. I feel my lips are so close to touching hers. We are almost kissing, just less than an inch to cross…

Then a great force pulls me back so strong. I haven’t noticed that warning force as the bus drives away from the vicinity.

My Astral Self is caught inside a dimensional space. There is violent twisting and drowning. It feels my spirit getting ripped apart into pieces.

In the midst of what seems to be eternal pains, my heart is breaking in the sad thoughts of not seeing Hannah again. What a quick hi, hello, and goodbye.

I throw one last glance to the bus before I am totally gone. I see Hannah on that bus struggling against a brawny man but so suddenly the man disappears. I even have thought it is only Hannah who is left on the bus. A wave of confusion is quickly forming in my head but before it has reached its fullness, I have heard myself scream as if I am in verge of death.

As I open my eyes, I am in my room next to my sleeping brother Jojo. Ouch, my head feels like splitting into two. Something might have happened to me, or with my Astral Self. But I can’t remember anything. Not a single thing.

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Back in the cemetery, the evil wind is starting to blow violently in the area where the object inside the sack is buried. The evil wind can be recognized apart from the common wind. It almost looks like a black smoke gliding like a black ghost about that spot. The moon makes it more distinctive that is if you would only keep your eyes on it.

The evil wind has power to affect all the living things, with or without a soul, around that area. It can put dread deep into your heart that would make you feel as if you have a very high fever, making you chill. A couple of night birds fly in a dash somewhere away behind the trees in the shadows. Even cats run away swiftly as if scared of something unfathomable.

Then the evil wind starts to have a form. It is a shape of a very fat woman. It does not show a face but there are two things on the part where eyes should be placed if only its face would be revealed under the pale light of the moon.

The form opens its arms silently so wide as if it is preparing to fly, or maybe summoning something or someone to her direction. Then it speaks of a language so old that it sounds unknown even to antiquity.

The form is actually chanting an evil spell of planting fear in that spot. It is to protect the buried thing deep in the ground from anyone or anything to get near to it by building up fence of fear. She needs to protect it from anyone, or anything. No one should come close to it, not even other spirits.

Upon finishing the evil spell, it shrills so dreadful to the ears and hearts before it starts dancing and singing until it has vanished in the air.

It is no longer visible to the eyes. Still, it is laughing in a witch-like tone, leaving an echo of crisp and loud howl in the night wind as it fades away eventually deep in the night.

And the night goes back to its own silence, holding all the secrets of darkness deep in its heart.

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