Emily was on the subway, in her daily routine on her way to school. The train was moving quickly, passing through densely populated urban areas with houses and tall buildings. As she looked out the window, something caught her attention: a desperate girl running and screaming for help. However, the strange thing was that she seemed to be invisible to everyone else... no one else in the carriage seemed to notice her. Then, the girl looked directly into Emily's eyes, pleading for help with a look of panic, while behind her, a hooded man wearing glasses and a face mask relentlessly chased her.
Emily knew she couldn't just stand idly by. She decided to wait for the next stop, the closest one to where she had seen the girl fleeing. She got off the subway and ventured into a ravine, desperately searching for any trace of the young girl. However, to her dismay, there was no trace of her, no sign of blood. Confused, she returned to the subway station, waiting for the next train. Her mind was filled with unanswered questions. Why did only she seem to see the girl and the man chasing her? Where had the girl disappeared to? And most puzzling of all, why was there no trace of blood or signs of struggle?
While waiting at the station, the hooded man stood next to Emily. She could feel darkness emanating from him, an aura different from that of ordinary people. But what caught her attention even more was the trail of mud he left behind, as if he were dragging the mud with him. And suddenly, she boarded the train while the man stayed behind, disappearing into the crowd.
Moving two more stops ahead, there was a crowd gathered on a nearby bridge. Police officers and caution tapes cordoned off the area. As the train passed by, she could see a blanket covering something on the ground. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized something terrible had happened. The murmurs of the crowd and the worried looks of the police officers confirmed her worst fears. She couldn't help but wonder if what she had witnessed on the subway had any connection to the tragedy unfolding before her. Who was the girl who had fled? Why was the hooded man chasing her? And most disturbing of all, why did she seem to be the only one capable of seeing them?
In a rush, just in time for her class, she quickly made her way to the last seat by the window, sat down, and reflected on what she had experienced since the virus infected her brain synapses, allowing her to see the invisible to everyone else. Everything had changed, and as her thoughts grew more turbulent, the memory of that fleeing woman haunted her. She used her cellphone to search for information, but there was only a warning indicating heavy traffic. At that moment, the literature teacher named Amelia entered, arriving late. She apologized for her delay and began the class. The students took their seats and focused on the lesson.
On one side by the window, a boy looked absentmindedly out into the courtyard while humming a song. When he got bored, he walked around the classroom, glancing at the class notes in the various notebooks on the desks while everyone else was writing. But no one paid him any attention, as if he didn't exist. Only Emily looked at him, and when he noticed, he stopped in front of her, making mischievous faces. She tried to ignore him and focus on the class as the teacher continued the lesson.
Finally, the moment came when the teacher left and the students began to stand up and talk amongst themselves. Emily patiently waited, hoping to have a moment to understand what was happening. Suddenly, the boy asked, "Why can you see me?"
"I don't know. I don't understand what's going on," Emily replied.
"I'm glad you can see me. It's boring to be alone and observed without anyone noticing. It's boring to go to heaven or hell. It seems like you're lonely too, so at least we can keep each other company at school," the boy said with a big smile.
Emily, taken aback by the surprising response, put on her large headphones and patiently waited for the next class to begin. She decided to ignore the boy for the rest of the morning, eagerly anticipating the much-awaited recess. She took out her food and began to eat at her seat. When she finished, she looked up, and the boy greeted her with a smile and introduced himself.
"My name is Antonio. I died 30 years ago. I fell off the second-floor railing," the boy said.
Emily looked around as everyone ate or chatted.
"I used to sit in the same spot as you. I always sought attention from others and felt very lonely," Antonio chatted and sat in the air.
Meanwhile, the murmurs of the other classmates paused the conversation.
"That time, I was running away from some older boys. I spilled their drink while they were talking to their girlfriend... It was fun for a moment, until I died," Antonio chuckled heartily.
Emily listened attentively while looking ahead, trying to process Antonio's strange story. However, she couldn't help but feel curious about the connection that seemed to exist between them.
"I've seen many spirits, but none of them respond to me like you do. I wonder why? You're quite talkative," Emily responded.
"I'm not entirely sure. Maybe it's because I always sought attention in life. But let me tell you something else. I remember that when I used to skip class, I would go to an alley where there were many stalls and shamans. Most of them were frauds, but there was one who seemed different. He was around 40 years old. I don't know if he's still alive... He never told me his name because he had made a deal with a demon," Antonio recounted and pondered for a few seconds, trying to remember.
- "According to the pact, he couldn't mention his name in any way, but in return, he gained the ability to see beyond the obvious and become the best medium," Antonio added to his story.
Emily was intrigued by the mention of the shaman and his supernatural ability. Unable to contain her curiosity, she asked Antonio to give her the address of the place where they used to meet. The boy nodded, and after classes ended, she headed straight to the alley in search of the mysterious shaman. With each step she took, the atmosphere grew more tense, and the sense of the unknown hung in the air. She knew she was venturing into dangerous territory, but she also felt a strange attraction to the possibility of uncovering more about her gift and finding answers to her questions.
Emily crossed the threshold of the shaman's stall, entering a space filled with mystery and ancient wisdom. The man turned towards her, his gaze penetrating, and his lips sealed in an enigmatic gesture.
"Who told you about me?" the shaman asked in a low voice, as if the words carried a weight beyond the ordinary.
"A deceased boy named Antonio. He told me about you and mentioned that he saw you near my school," Emily responded with determination in her voice.
"I remember Antonio. His aura conveyed loneliness despite being surrounded by others. Sometimes I see him when I pass by the school or go for a walk to ease my back... We have shared few words, despite witnessing much together," the shaman nodded solemnly.
"Why can I interact with Antonio, while others seem trapped in an endless cycle?" Emily asked.
"Antonio is a spirit, a conscious being that has left his body but still has the ability to communicate. The others you see, those who repeat their actions, are mere reflections of tormented souls that have faded away. What remains is their essence, their energy, but their true selves are no longer present," the shaman replied with understanding in his gaze.
And so, the afternoon unfolded in conversation, sharing experiences, reflections, and secrets from beyond. Time seemed to stand still as they delved into the depths of existence and the mysteries of the universe.
When the clock struck 6 o'clock, Emily bid farewell to the shaman. She rose from her chair, with the newly acquired knowledge resonating in her mind and heart. As she left the stall, she took out her phone and saw multiple missed calls from her mother. Quickly, she replied that she had gone to the library to work on her assignments and lost track of time, then immediately headed back home. She had dinner with her parents, completed her tasks, and finally immersed herself in a well-deserved rest. As she closed her eyes, her mind filled with images and thoughts of what she had experienced throughout the day.
Night fell upon Emily, enveloping her in a deep sleep. The secrets of the spiritual world awaited her, and she was ready to face them with courage and determination.
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