Chapter 3 Eric Part 3

As Sean and I had planned, this Sunday we were going to investigate why a ghost was haunting one of the rooms in the boys' dorm. I didn't want to lie to the dormitory guard, so I told the truth about my intention to enter the room. Without hesitation, I said my goal and I even told about my strange ability. Does the dormitory guard just believe what I say? Of course, the answer is no. He didn't even permit me and Sean to come into the room even though I had begged him many times.

Sean had told me to give up but of course, I couldn't give up that easily. Until finally I had no other way but to ask Angie for help. Yes, I called Angie and I told her everything that happened. Angie is indeed my best friend, she always supports my decisions and does whatever it takes to help me. Over the phone, Angie told all about me to the dormitory guards. Angie even asked for help from other teachers at Grandes High school to tell the truth about what I said. About the truth that I am an indigo girl who can see and communicate with ghosts. Thanks to the help of Angie and the teachers at Grandes High School, the boarding guard finally allowed Sean and me to go to that room. He even gave us the key to the room.

This is where we are now. I'm already in the men's dorm. This dormitory is not much different from the female dormitory. However, it's very quiet here, maybe the reason is that today is Sunday so everyone decided to go back to their homes instead of wasting their holiday time at the dormitory.

"Leslie, let's go to my room for a while, OK?" Sean said, which made me stop.

"What for?"

"Something is missing," he said with a smile.

Hmmm ... I remember well when in the library he said he didn't want to take me to the boy's dorm because he was afraid that people would think bad things about us. But now? He invited me to his room. Isn't my boyfriend so weird? Yes, although I have no other choice but to follow his wishes. I didn't want my refusal to lead to an argument with Sean that might make him change his mind and not want to accompany me to go to the haunted room again.

Sean opened a door with the number 203 stamped on it which was his room number.

"Come in, Leslie."

"Hmm, yes." I stepped into Sean's room. The room looked neat considering it was the men's room. Of course, Sean couldn't possibly occupy this room alone because even in the female dormitory, one room is occupied by three people. I think the men's dorm is the same. I guess what I'm thinking is true judging by the three beds in this room.

I was quite surprised when I realized there was a man in the room. Of course, he's Sean's roommate, I hope he doesn't misunderstand me because I walked into this room with Sean.

“Hey, Carl. You're not coming home?” Sean asked the man I just found out was called Carl. Carl ignores Sean's question, he stares at me. After that, he just walked away without answering Sean's questions or greeting us.

"What about him? He's so arrogant," I said of course after the man left the room.

"Just let him be, he's just like that."

"He's your roommate, right?"

"Yes."

"Even though you've been living in one room for three months. Does he always ignore you like that, Sean?”

“That's how it is. Maybe he hates me. I think it's only natural that he hates me." I didn't understand Sean's words at all, I wanted to ask him but I discouraged him when he asked me to leave the room.

"Actually, what did you miss?" I asked. Sean answered by showing a flashlight in his hand.

"Maybe the light in the room is out, so we should take this just in case." I just nodded my head in response to his words. Our footsteps went back to the haunted room.

We climbed a ladder, the room was on the top floor. I felt goosebumps and chills when I set foot on the 3rd floor of this dormitory. This dormitory has 3 floors. The feeling of cold was increasingly felt when we walked down a hall filled with room doors facing each other.

Our footsteps stopped when we were in front of a door with the number 303 stamped on it. Immediately I felt a tremendous pain in my head. Until unconsciously I held my head to endure the pain.

"Are you all right, Leslie?" Sean asked frantically.

“Yes, I can sense ghosts in this room. Is this the haunted room, Sean?”

“Y-Yes. Do we just undo the intention to enter this room? You look in pain."

"It's okay, Sean. This is a sign that there is a ghost in this room. Quickly open that door, Sean.”

Even though Sean still looked doubtful, he still followed what I said. He inserted the key in the door and opened it slowly.

As soon as the door opens...

Wuussshh...

I felt the wind blowing from inside the room and a strange smell wafted into my nose. The cold air made my whole body shiver. The darkness in the room added to its spookiness.

"Let's go in, Sean," I told Sean. I stepped in front of Sean, and Sean followed me from behind. However ...

Before Sean entered the room, the door closed by itself. I tried to open the door but it was useless as if it was locked. I could hear Sean banging on the door from outside. I heard him screaming my name. As for me... I couldn't get my voice out. It was as if my whole body was stiffening, I could only clearly feel the figure of someone behind me. Very slowly I turned my body towards someone behind me.

So ...

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

The scream left my mouth by itself.

The figure floated because his feet did not touch the floor. The figure was wearing a black robe with a head tilted to the side. His tongue stuck out and blood dripped from his mouth. His eyes were red and he was glaring at me. In addition, there are dark circles on his eyelids. My body trembled even more as the figure floated toward me. My body felt so weak that without realizing it I fell to the ground.

The figure was now standing right in front of me and he slowly brought his scary face closer to me. My eyes met those bulging eyes. This sensation is already familiar to me. Yes, I know that figure will show me his memories.

An unfamiliar sight was before my eyes at this moment. I looked around and it seemed I was in a room. Someone was sitting in front of the study table, I approached him. I see a man is seriously studying. When I looked at his face I felt I recognized this face. I think this is the face of a ghost who is showing me his memories. What's his name? I wanted to ask his name but of course, I couldn't because in this world of memories, I can't communicate with anyone.