My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Promises

Mrs. Anderson walked over to the house phone, pressed a few buttons down there and called someone. From the conversation that sounded like she was calling her husband. He asked me where Brenda's body was. I explained what I saw at the scene of the accident. Finished informing her husband we set off for the scene. During the trip I was silent. My daydream is high floating in the clouds. I thought, what will happen next?

15 Minutes drive we finally arrived. Seen there are already several police cars. Looks like they've checked the location of Brenda's body. I got out of the car to watch everything happen. Right at the boundary between the road and the ravine, I saw a man standing there. He kept staring at the moment of evacuation. Mrs. Anderson ran over to the man and hugged him with tears. That man is Mr. Anderson's husband.

I was standing in front of the car quite a distance away from them. I watched the evacuation. Brenda's body was found 200 m from the car's fall point. His body was completely hidden and hard to reach. It was very bad and started to rot. I turned my face because I couldn't stand to see it.

"It's all thanks to you," said Uncle Fang who was standing next to me.

"Why am I so scared today."

"Are you going to tell your mother this time?"

"No. I don't want to die yet."

Mr. And Mrs. Anderson approached us. Although tears still wet Mrs' cheeks. Anderson, he was trying to smile.

"We're very grateful to you. Thanks to you our daughter's body can be found" said Mr. Andersons.

"It's nothing, I just want to help. After all this is Brenda's own wish."

"As I promise you... What do you want?"

"That's not necessary. I just wanted to apologize for yelling at you earlier. I'm sorry I didn't mean to be disrespectful to you."

"You're a good boy, but I'd feel guilty if I didn't give you something."

"Don't be afraid. Mention what you want, jewelry, branded clothes and bags, the latest model smartphone, or what teenage girls like now?" persuade Mr. Anderson while thinking about what kind of gift I want.

"Honey he's from the Morger family, I don't think he's lacking that."

"Oh... Then what do you want?"

Actually I don't like people looking at me from the Morgen family fortune. "E... Tell you what, I just want you guys to not tell anyone about my abilities and not tell my parents about this matter" I said making their faces confused.

"We instead plan to invite your family to dinner with us as a thank you" said Mr. Andersons.

"Why don't you want to tell your parents? Meteka must be so proud to have a daughter like you."

"Either the contrary. My mother would have killed me if she knew I was involved with a ghost. My mother forbade me to do this so dangerous. I almost lost my life to an evil spirit. So I don't mean to reject your kindness. Again sorry."

"Our young lady is like this, please understand" Fang's uncle said.

"Very sing," Mrs's face. Anderson looks moody.

"You know that dealing with other realms is dangerous but you're still helping us. If you need help in the future don't hesitate to tell us."

"Thank you for your understanding" I glanced at the tree. I saw Brenda standing there staring at us. "Let's come with me" I pulled Mrs' hand. Anderson is closing in on Brenda. "He's in front of you" I whispered.

"really."

I closed my eyes, focusing on dividing a bit of the energy from the clutches of my hands into Mrs's. Andersons. A warm feeling began to flow through our hands. I put my power on Mrs. Anderson so he could see his daughter. Not until a minute of temporary powering was successfully done. Mrs. Anderson couldn't believe what he saw. A black curly haired girl floated right in front of him.

"Bre... Brenda's."

Mrs. Anderson tried to touch her daughter but her hands were translucent. He can't touch Brenda's face anymore. Tears are back. I couldn't hold back my tears either. A mother must be very hard hit for the loss of a child just wayangnya. I don't know why my leg suddenly went limp and made me almost fall. Good thing Uncle Fang caught me.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine," maybe because the borrowing power was quite draining my energy.

The moving view goes very haphazardly. Slowly the spirit of Brenda disappeared. Mrs. Anderson sat on his knees crying to see his daughter go. Mr. Anderson tried to calm his wife. In the novelty it suddenly rang my phone, when I saw it turned out to be a call from my mother. I lifted him up.

"Where are you Sherina?!!!" Shouted mother. I kept that phone out of my ear. I was afraid I could hear no more from that scream.

"Sorry my mother... I'm at a friend's house. I'll be home soon." I'm gonna hang up. "Look our Uncle Fang home," I frantically pulled uncle's hand towards the car. "We say to Mr. Mrs Anderson. Andersons. Sorry to rush."

"Wait," said Mrs. Anderson made me look. He walked closer to me. Mrs. Anderson took off the lion and put it on my neck. "I hope you don't reject it. This is my form of forgiveness for not believing in you. And I must have scared you so much earlier, I hope you're not called to visit sometime."

"thank you. I'm saying good, I hope you're always healthy."

I rushed into the car. Uncle Fang drove his car slowly leaving the place. In the car I just noticed the locket. So pretty. The dolphin-shaped pendant was hugging the blood-red crystal. L like it.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

I sat down on the floor. Actually I don't know how to summon a spirit. My mother forgot to teach me, and I forgot to teach. According to the book I had read in the library while searching for a book about werewolves, I also found a book about Necromancy. True Sofia said, Necromancy magic has many spells and symbols of complicated circles. To make a call is also not arbitrary, male spirit and ability to use different spells and symbols. Age also affects spells, pronunciation must be fluent otherwise the summoning will fail. Very tricky.

There is one more thing that matters most. Although successful in making a call, the spirit who has been summoned must be escorted back to his realm using a different spell. If not the spirit will continue to act as a goal and could harm others. This could be a disaster.

I remembered Sofia said this afternoon that my abilities were more practical than Necromancy's magic. And again what you used to practice was very easy. I just sat down and closed my eyes. It looks very simple, maybe the mother just imagines who the spirit she wants to call.

I'd like to give it a shot. I closed my eyes and began to focus on imagining Brenda, the curly-haired little girl. I've been doing this long enough. Not successfully. Am I wrong? Slowly I saw something white that was getting bigger and clearer. The clinging formed the shadow of a woman but not Brenda. I immediately opened my eyes, seeing who I had just called. I hope it's not an evil spirit. A woman stood in front of me.

"Who are you?" ask me about that spirit.

"Who am I? You don't know?" the word spirit confused me.

"Have we met?"

"It's me, Margaret. You remember?"

"Margaret?" I try to remember that name. "I don't know. Sorry, I think I called wrong. You'd better go" I asked the spirit subtly.

"But we have a promise," his countenance turned sad. The white shadows surrounding him began to blacken

"Promise? What promise?" I slowly backed off. My memory is not fully recovered. What have I promised this ghost?

"I need your body!" margaret said suddenly.

"What?!" I was so surprised to hear that. "I... I don't want to give up my body. I'm sorry you have to go!"

"We don't have a lot of time, shake your body right now!!" Margaret attacked me with her long, black nails. His eyes are red.

I managed to avoid. There's a chance, I'm gonna use it to exorcise the ghost. I didn't close my eyes yet, Margaret attacked again. Fortunately, I was standing in front of the closet. Without thinking I opened the closet door, because I could not avoid Margaret hit the closet. I quickly closed it. I put a piece of paper between the two closet doors and drew a binding symbol.

This symbol is one of the things I have learned from my mother. The binding symbol aims to trap the spirit in an object. This symbol is quite simple to make but only lasts one minute. I used this short time to throw him out. I closed my eyes, and Margaret's shadow appeared before me. I pushed as hard as the shadow until it disappeared from my sight. I slowly opened my eyes. The screams and screams from inside the closet are gone. To make sure I opened the closet door, despite the fear that Margaret's spirit would still be there. There aren't. He's gone from here and left only my disheveled clothes.

"Fiuuuh.." I breathed a sigh of relief. He finally left too. I laid my tired body on the mattress and slowly began to fall asleep without turning off the lights.

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