Marilou was shocked. Flabbergasted. She would've never imagined that someone would ask her this.

- Uh, you really want us to do that, the real way? Isaac questioned the spirit, surprised

The small girl nodded her head vigorously, her gaze strangely serious. Her eyes were setting on both of the twins with so much interest that Marilou couldn't look away. Ghosts spoke.

Most of all, she knew it was a real one. The teenager rubbed her eyes and pinched her arms to make sure that she wasn't dreaming, and yet she was fully awake. It had the shape of a child, of about ten years old.

She didn't have any legs as she levitated in front of them, as if it wasn't a big deal. Marilou wasn't sure whether it was a girl or not. yet she looked like one. Excepting those lugubrious traits, the spectrum had long lashes, the face of an angel and a physical figure.

Marilou instantly assumed the gender. Which wasn't very respectful, in twenty-twenty-four. Yet, how that person in front of her considered itself was the last worry she had. She didn't even think about it.

The young girl was fascinated to notice that it all wasn't a dream. A real spirit, who was asking her a favor. And her, among all the humans on Earth! Marilou felt important in that ghost's eyes, yet she didn't let it show.

The teenager never stopped taring at her. Lilith was her name, she told them. Marilou didn't learn much more when she told them that she was dead.

Throwing her brother a glare, she noticed he looked as interested as she was. He didn't stop blinking, nodding as he tilted his head to the side every time he didn't understand.

Isaac seemed lost in his very own world, thoughtful. His interest grew by the second. Lilith had fun telling her story with a gleeful tone, which sent shivers along Marilou's back.

A spirit from the eighteenth century who came to ask her a favor. It didn't look too good to her. Yet she found herself even more intrigued, as the desire of leaning more grew more and more.

- So, how did you die, Lilith? Marilou surprised herself inquiring

Her expression darkened for a moment, before she shrugged her shoulders.

- Crashed by a car. Not gonna lie, it wasn't this hurtful. My dead body is probably there again. The spectrum declared with a light voice

Bewildered, Marilou agreed, shifting her gaze away. Visibly, Lilith had dark thoughts. Evidently, she couldn't help herself, considering what creature she was. Creature wasn't the right word, but she didn't know how to call her though.

Spirit? Too formal.

Ghost? Looks like an insult.

Spectrum? She didn't like it.

Lilith kept on speaking about her life, at how horrible her parents were and how they didn't let her do anything. If she had to be honest, Marilou frowned when she heard those words, thinking of how much freedom her parents gave her compared to that poor kid.

It reminded her how lucky she was, all around the world. A lot of people were less lucky than they were, and thinking that she was born around twenty-twenty-four in a loving family when Lilith was born in one-thousand-seven hundred-and-nineteen in such pain was hitting her.

It was troubling to see how the manners to live were different from the timeline and the person's values. Everything made Marilou very curious but the fear of seeing a ghost didn't decrease.

- Where are we going to find a shovel in a abandoned house? Isaac questioned, his eyebrows furrowed as he glared  at Lilith with confusion and suspicion

Lilith laughed-Marilou figured it was a laugh-before shifting to the twins. With a cheeky grin, she responded:

- The shovel's already there.

Marilou met Isaac's eyes and both were very surprised and enthusiastic. Lilith thought of everything! She couldn't dig because her arms would pass right through it, so she needed human arms to dig!

Marilou had to recognize that she was a clever young lady.

Well, a clever ghost.

Lilith signed the teenagers to come over, peeking around them. Marilou and Isaac pretended to be in a conversation, so they wouln't attract their parents's eyes.

And yes, only those who believe can see. Most of the time, it is children. Really cliché, you can tell.

Anticipation started taking over Marilou. She felt illegal, restricted, as if she did something against the government's laws.

It was the case. Yet Isaac and her quickly accepted. They didn't know because she told them. They couldn't change that now: their spontaneous answer forced them to follow that path.

Breaking a law was exciting, though. The manner to disobey, feel like you can do whatever you want. Just like of her favorite saying “Men, being condemned to be free, carries the weight of the entire world on his shoulders”...

Freedom isn't that simple. It starts when the other's freedom end. Yet Marilou was too excited to even think about that. The teenager followed Lilith and her brother, tiptoeing. Marilou ignored the worry and focused on how gloomy the place was, as she focused on what she was about to do.

And yes, she felt happy of making an illegal act. It should be taboo. Isaac and Marilou were too stubborn for their own good.

Lilith won their hearts with her story and her request. Because today, they would dig a body out of a grave.

But they didn't know who and why.