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Chapter 3: The master

Chapter 3: The master

In the morning Aloka watched the news and heard that the police found another man dead, he was murdered the same way as the other six men, Aloka regretted that she couldn’t stop the evil ghost yesterday and that her failure cost another man's life.

Ghosts become evil because they are full of hate, often hate towards humans, and that hate over time consumes them and makes them more powerful, powerful enough that they can interact with the world of the living. Hate changes something in them and gives them the power to hurt or even kill the living. But if hate can change them into evil ghosts, there has to be something that can change them back. Douglas was no help here, he didn’t even want to speak about evil ghosts with her. Somebody somewhere had to know something about evil ghosts. She started thinking who could know, she didn’t know anyone who saw ghosts like she did and then it came to her, the cemetery. It was always full of ghosts and if anybody knows anything about ghosts it’s ghosts.

She just had to get rid of Douglas, because Douglas wouldn’t approve of her meddling in evil ghost business. “Douglas, can you go to the police station and see if they found something new? Maybe us being there distracted the ghost and something is different this time?” Aloka asked.

“Yes, master.” Douglas said ironically and disappeared.

Aloka got dressed quickly and went to the cemetery to talk to the ghosts. There were a lot of them roaming around, but she looked for the older ones, the ones she thought had more knowledge about ghosts. She found one who died five hundred years ago and introduced herself.

“Hello kind sir, my name is Aloka. May I ask for your name?” Aloka spoke like the actors in the movies from the past speak.

“Hello. My name is Albert. How may I help such a beautiful young lady?” The ghost answered.

“I was hoping you might share some of your wisdom with me kind sir.” Aloka said, making a short pause and continued. “Have you ever heard of evil ghosts kind sir?” She asked.

“As a matter of fact, I have. But why would a beautiful young lady like you be interested in evil ghosts?” The ghost asked.

“The information I seek is not for me, but for my friend. I am just doing him a favor by gathering it.” Aloka lied.

“Ah, your friend must be very important to you then. Well, the evil ghosts come from men and women, who died a violent and unfair death, by the hand of man. They die hating the one who caused their death wanting to avenge their unfair death. Once the hate consumes them completely, they seek the one who caused their death until their thirst for vengeance is satisfied. After that, they disappear into the eternal darkness.” The ghost said.

“Thank you kind, sir. But tell me, is there a way to purify the evil ghost? To end their thirst for vengeance?” Aloka asked.

“The only thing that can end their thirst for vengeance is for them to see that the one who caused their death is dead. Nothing else.” The ghost said.

“Thank you kind, sir for all the information you have given me. I could never repay your kindness. Goodbye and have a pleasant evening.” Aloka said, left the cemetery and returned to her dorm room.

When she returned, Aloka started to look for a woman that looked like the ghost that was killing the men. She looked on the internet through past news articles and obituaries. After hours of searching, Aloka finally found her, there was a news article, a year and a half old, about her being beaten to death by her husband. It was a classic case of domestic violence that got out of control that ended with the husband beating his wife to death. The husband looked like the seven men her ghost killed. But why didn’t she kill him to avenge her death, why go after the other men.

Aloka searched the internet to see what happened to the husband. She found a six months old obituary with his name and his picture on it and information about the funeral. ‘So he died and she can’t find him so she is killing the men that look like him. The ghost at the cemetery said that her thirst for vengeance could be stopped if she sees that her killer is dead. Maybe I can save the last man by showing her the grave of her husband. Maybe that will work.’

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Douglas returned in the morning. Aloka was lying in bed, pretending to be asleep, she knew Douglas would try to scare her again. As Douglas positioned himself over her, she quickly uncovered herself and shouted “BOOOO!” Douglas jumped backward startled and Aloka started laughing,

“Ha! How do you like it?” Aloka said, still laughing.

“That's not funny.” Douglas said, sat on the bed pouting.

“Come on. Report. Is there any news?” Aloka asked.

Still pouting Douglas said. “No, same as before. But the police were baffled that not one undercover cop saw the killer or the man leave the building. The body was found two blocks away and nobody saw or heard anything. They said that they will have police inside the apartment of the last man.”

“That’s not good, she’ll kill them too.” Aloka said.

“Yeah...I know. But there’s nothing we can do. We can’t warn them because they’ll think we know something or that we know who’s the killer, which we do, but they will never believe us. I hate evil ghosts.” Douglas said.

Aloka started to get dressed.

“Where are you going this early?” Douglas asked.

“I’m going to meet up with Amanda and grab a cup of coffee before classes. She said she has something important to tell me.” Aloka lied. She didn’t want to tell Douglas that she was going to the cemetery, where the husband of the evil ghost was buried. She didn’t want him to know that she had a plan to stop the evil ghost. “See you after classes.”

She went in the direction of the coffee shop, in case Douglas was watching and as soon as she was out of sighs she headed towards the cemetery. At the cemetery, she found the grave of the husband and took a photo. After that, she went to university and printed the photo a few times. After classes, she returned to her dorm room, put on some warmer clothes and took the piece of paper with the name and address of the last man the evil ghost will come for.

“Why are you going there?” Douglas asked.

“You said that the two men are the only two people the police found that looked like the others. I want to see what happens when she kills the last one. I never saw what happens to an evil ghost, only to normal ghosts. I just want to know.” Aloka lied.

“Ok, but don’t get close to it this time.” Douglas said.

“Ok.” Aloka said and they left.

When they arrived at the address, they saw a building surrounded by around a hundred cops. There were probably around the same number of cops inside of the building. That wasn't good. If they stood in the way of the evil ghost, they will die. She couldn't let that happen. She leaned against a wall of a building next to the one, where the man the evil ghost was after was, and waited. After a few hours, Douglas pointed at the opposite end of the building. The evil ghost was slowly coming towards the building.

Aloka hurried towards her hearing Douglas scream after her telling her to stop, but she couldn't, she couldn’t let all these people die. While she was running, she pulled out a picture of the grave she took this morning. She caught up with the evil ghost, stood in front of her holding the picture in front of its face.

“This is what you are looking for Maria. This is your husband's grave, Howard's grave. I know what he did to you, I know that he beat you every day and that one day he lost control and beat you to death. It was an unfair death and I know you want vengeance. I know you want to kill him, but he is already dead. These men you have been killing just look like him, they are not like him.” Aloka lowered the picture a little so she could see the ghost's face. It was focused on the picture. “I can show you where he is. You don’t have to kill the man in this place. He is not your husband. Come with me, I will take you to your husband, to Howard.”

The evil ghost looked at Aloka. Aloka, still holding the picture of the grave between her and the evil ghost, started to move in the direction of the cemetery. The evil ghost started to follow her. They walked like that all the way to the cemetery and to the grave. As they reached the grave, the evil ghost's focus shifted from the picture to the grave. It kneeled down in front of the gravestone and traced the letters with its hand. It reached into the grave with its hand, as if it was making sure that there was a body inside it, took out its hand out and sit still for a moment.

Douglas gasped in amazement. “You are not going to believe me, even I don’t believe me, but she is not black anymore to me, she is gray.”

“What?” Aloka asked confused. “I thought you said that they couldn't be helped.”

“I thought so too.” Douglas couldn’t believe what just happened.

The ghost turned her head, looked at them and said “Thank you. I am sorry for my actions, but I couldn't control myself. While I was lying on the floor, bleeding, dying I felt so much hate for this man and with each breath, I cursed him and wanted to kill him. With my last breath, the hate for this man was so strong in me that avenging my death consumed me. I thank you for releasing me from all that hate.” The ghost said, then darkness enveloped her and she was gone.

“Why did the darkness take her? We helped her. Why didn’t she go into the light?” Aloka asked confused.

“I don’t know. Now we know we can stop them. That’s a big step forward.” Douglas said.

“Yeah...” Aloka said disappointed. “I really wanted to help her, she doesn’t deserve to be in the darkness.”

“That's life and death for you kid. But you found out how to stop them, so don’t give up. Maybe there is a way to help them.” Douglas said. “Let’s go. This place is too crowded for me.”

They left the cemetery and went back to the dorm room.

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