My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
A moving meeting.

After a while, Rosse and Aunt Marry decide to go home. It was getting dark too. The sun had sunk behind the trees leaving a golden light in the sky. I suggest going another way. I don't want to meet the spirit of that boy. Rosse responded to my request with astonishment but aunt Marry, she agreed.

Arrive at home at 18:12. Huff... A scary trip. I woke myself up on the couch limply. I don't want to go to that horrible place anymore. The return path we went through at the funeral turned out to be much more sinister. I'm really scared to look ahead. I hold tight on Aunt Marry's shirt with a state of walking while looking down. Sometimes I close my eyes when ghosts crawl through us. It turned out that the road we were walking on was an old cemetery. That place really gives me the creeps.

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In the evening, after work. Yes, go home from work. Rosse wants to go to work after returning home from the funeral. His mother had suggested he should take a cutie today but Rosse insisted to keep working. It's likely that Rosse just wants to multiply his mind from his longing for the father. Interacting with customers will make him forget his sadness for a moment, although sometimes Rosse still looks moody and often daydreaming. Me, sister Cia, Hanna, Rian and Tobi try to cheer her up occasionally. Rian and Tobi's hilarious behavior isn't enough to make Rosse smile. I feel sorry to see his attitude like this. I followed him to the room. I saw that he had laid his body on the bed behind me. I know Rosse's not asleep yet.

"What's up Rosse? You still look moody all day. You can tell me the same."

"It's none of your business" he replied, turning around.

"Well... Yeah, if you don't want to tell a story."

I took a picture on a small table beside the bed. I looked at the photo full of joy. A smiling father was holding his little daughter. The little girl who was carried on her father's shoulders also looked very happy. This photo could be a good mediator for me to call Mr.'s spirit. Hartley. Maybe by bringing Rosse and his father can eliminate the desire that is saturated in his heart. As usual, when I call, I'll sit across the floor and close my eyes. I hold this photo in my chest while focusing on the form of Mr. Hartley through this photo.

To make a call to a spirit, I do need an intermediary to make it easier for me to call the spirit, and also so that I do not call wrong. An intermediary is usually an object that is directly related to the spirit. The closer the object is to the spirit the better. Like a favorite thing or thing that he always uses during life. But for me, this photo is enough. Without the mediation I have a little trouble. Like when I did Brenda's seance, I called Margaret's spirit. I forgot to use the necklace that Brenda's mother gave me as her maid. Another time I called Liz. I'm used to calling him so I don't have to use any more intermediaries.

It did not last long a white shadow appeared in front of me. I opened my eyes. I see Mr. Hartley floated before me silently. I just gave a smile and slightly bowed my head saluting. I stood facing Rosse who was still lying down. I put my ladder on his shoulder and closed my eyes again. I tried to lend Rosse a little of my strength so he could meet his father. Lending this power is not easy. Relax I'm a little drained out of doing it. I opened my eyes when I was done doing the temporary power giving. I was sitting limp on the bed while adjusting my breath. I don't know why suddenly my left chest hurts so much. This never happened before.

"Rose..."

Calling the spirit made Rosse turn and suddenly get out of bed. Rosse saw who was in front of his eyes. The face was pale and only a shadow of white mist, but Rosse knew very well that it was his father. He approached the spirit and tried to touch the father's face. Rosse's tears were unbearable, flowing through his eyes as the tiny, slender hand pierced through his father's face. Mr. Hartley also has no power to withstand the sorrow that has been stagnant for four years. I saw the scene with tears.

"Dad... Hix... Hix... Huaay...! Dad...! I miss daddy. Hix... Hiks.." Rosse's crying broke out tonight. He filled everything in his heart.

"Don't cry baby." Mr.'s hand. Hartley was stuck in his daughter's cheek. I really want it to suck those tears. Nah! He not only wanted to wipe it. He wanted to hug, caress and kiss his daughter affectionately, just like his old life. But he knew he could not do it again. "Dear not to cry again, and I'll be sad to see it."

"I miss dad very much. Hix... Hicks..."

"Dad misses you so much and your mother too. But, hey... Do you want a present?" entertain Mr. Hartley calmed his daughter.

"I... Don't want a gift. I want daddy... Hix... Hicks..."

"Related to not? I've been preparing for a long time."

"Baiklak if you say so, but the reward still gets?" Rosse wiped her tears and started to act spoiled.

For the first time I've seen Rosse behave like this. Usually she is a girl who is cold, indifferent, or only occasionally smiles thinly. Now, however, he was smiling as widely as the children who were waiting for his birthday. I'm so happy for him. In a moment like this I feel like I have this ability. Slowly my eyes faded.

"The gift is in the closet drawer in your mother's room. A small black box with a golden corner. For the key there's tucked inside dad's diary. Ask your mother, she must have kept the diary," gradually the spirit of Mr. Hartley's missing.

"Wait, dad! Don't you want to see mom? I must miss you too."

"No, I wouldn't be able to leave this world if I met your mother. Remember to stay happy. Father is always by your side" along with the last word of Mr.'s spirit. Hartley disappeared in mid-air.

"Dad...! Hix... Hix... Good bye."

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This is the saddest part so far, I think. What about you guys?

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