My head was spinning round and round, and my stomach wants to hurl. But most importantly, my entire body shivered. Not because of what happened but because of the blue box glowing in front of me.
"Seriously though? I only read them in novels, and watched from animes. But totally here?"
I tapped it. Held both sides....and even bit off the edge just to check if it's true.
"Yawerns. It's true. This thing's real. It exists?" I run my hand through my hair repeatedly.
If I'll go bald after this, I don't really care.
I swiped it from left to right like I would in my dating app, I'm too young to use.
I admit it. It's for the clout. Because my friends introduced me to it. But getting back in my current situation.
[THIRD EYE OPENED. WELCOME HOST.]
"Third eye? Like... Sixth sense? Seeing moo moo's and everything?"
I suddenly felt the chill. The sun was about to rise but the cold breeze wasn't helping.
"Ssssshhhhaaaaaa~"
I swatted whatever's doing such noise behind my ear.
"Ssssshhhhhaaaaa~"
"Was it the breeze?" I swear, I tried opening my eyes after the system said my third eye has been opened. Not gonna happen.
"Shhhaaaa~"
This time, my whole body froze as the temperature dropped even more. I could feel my hair standing from the chill. It wasn't morning chill at all.
And I'm pretty sure of it.
I slightly opened one eye from being shut too tightly, and peeked.
To the front? Nothing...
My heart was beating too loudly that I could practically hear it. If it could escape from my ribcage, it would have done summersaults away from it.
To the left....all clear.
Then the noise stopped. But the cold remained and it crawled down my spine.
This isn't good. Not really.
"In the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit...."
"Aaaaameeennnnn~"
I froze, from where I was slumped on the wet ground. My fingers moved inches towards the pail, nearest me.
Someone just finished what I started. The sign of the cross I made, felt desperate.
A coward like me, isn't built for this kind of scenarios.
I slowly...
Very slowly...
Utterly, devastatingly....moved my head slowly towards to look behind me...
"Aaaaammmeeennn~"
When my gaze landed on it...
"Waaaaaaah! Yawaaaaa!" All hell breaks loose. I smacked the pail I gripped by reflex.
[DING!]
[YOU'VE INFLICTED SLIGHT DAMAGE TO A WHITE LADY-VENGEFUL CATEGORY.]
[POINTS GAINED +1]
"Close system! I don't have time for you! Lolaaaaaaaaaaa!" I was screaming as I rushed back to my Lola's house, all sweaty and pale.
"Anthony! Why are you so loud? It's still so early in the morning!"
She stopped whatever she was doing, when he heard my voice. And seeing me pale made her worry.
"Lola.... there's....whi-" I was stuttering.
My voice wouldn't even come out. I was breathing heavily, panting from the running I did.
But it wasn't the distance, since it's just halfway back when it happened.
It was the fear. The very thing I don't wanna see.
"Anthony! Breathe in...breathe out. Tell me what happened?"
My lola helped me inside and gave me a glass of water. I was trembling so much that the water spilled. My lola even helped me guide the glass towards my mouth.
"Lola....I saw...a white lady!" I finally blurted it out after drinking some water.
"You sure of what you saw, Anthony?"
I looked at my lola, and she wasn't dismissing my claim. Which means, she believes it.
That gave me the courage to detail it all out.
"I'm sure. She wore a white dress. She was so closed that she even finished the sign of the cross I made, by saying Amen." I held Lola Aurora's hand tightly.
The fear was still there. My body was still trembling. And my tears started falling recalling it.
I continued telling her what happened.
"I was already on my way back from fetching you some water, lola. But halfway here, a santilmo hit me. And I was knocked unconscious. I don't know how long, but when i opened my eyes, the temperature dropped and something kept whispering to my ear."
I didn't mention the system at all. Lola Aurora wouldn't believe something like that.
But ghosts and mythical creature stories? She does. She's so full with such stories herself.
"Oh Anthony. Did you see the white lady's face?" She asked genuinely. Like the detail matters.
"No. Her face was inches from me yet... there's nothing... Her face was blank under the long black hair, covering her face."
My entire body felt the same chill again. Remembering how close her face was, when I looked behind me.
"Rest for now, Anthony. Just fetch me some water when the sun's fully risen." She went back taking out the sweet potatoes she boiled, and put them on a woven tray.
"Lola...do you believe me?" I asked hesitantly.
Her confirmation would be my comfort. Rather than being told it's all my imagination, since I'm easily scared.
Lola Aurora put down the woven tray filled with sweet potatoes on the table, and looked at me.
The kind of look that was both full of worry and guilt.
Worried that, I'll be struggling in my daily life if I truly saw it. And guilt, for ingraining those stories inside my head, since I was just a kid.
"I believe you, Anthony. Because I saw them sometimes too. Those stories I told you? Some of them came from experiences."
After saying that, she continued working around the dirty kitchen. Like what I've experienced was just the beginning of something far worse.
And help me God. I swear, I'll faint even before this stupid system gets to explain, why I gained a point from hitting a white lady with a pail.