The autumn breeze was hitting her face. Marilou had her mind elsewhere, and her head in the clouds. Her coat didn't protect her this much, even though she zipped it. What troubled her the most with Lilith's indifference.

Evidently, ghosts didn't smell scents, feel the weather change or a simple touch. Which was sending a shiver down her spine. Marilou wasn't used to it yet.

A spectrum. The young girl never believed in haunted house, yet she had to. Lilith was a proof.

Her boots brushed against the muddy ground, leaving deep footsteps through it. The girl was flowing down her face, washing the remains of dirt. Her hair was getting more and more wet, as she had to protect herself with a hand placed horizontally on her forehead.

Being the last of the group, the teenager decided not to complain about it. With the spooky request that Lilith inquired, bad weather invited to the party of creepy ideas.

Dig a grave and take the dead body away, what a stupid idea! Marilou didn't have a single idea of who it was, and why they would need to do it! The younger shivered at the thought, yet she didn't stop walking.

Running away would be the act of a coward and she knew it. She wanted to, though.

The three kids walked, enduring the weather, trying to ignore how depleasant it was. Nobody dared to comment, and certainly not Lilith, who didn't even feel the rain pour down her "skin".

Marilou insisted to know why taking this body was so important, yet Lilith didn't want to. No way I'm admitting all my secrets from my old life, she admitted proudly, floating in front of them.

The young girl was boiling deep in her. She was stuck at doing at activity that she didn't even want to, and, most of all, she didn't even know why she was doing it! Which made it even more murky, naturally.

But that, Marilou didn't let it show. Her brother, a few steps ahead, didn't look to worry either, strolling happily as he'd sing happy songs about life when they were going to see another proof of the death. Why getting excited at digging out a body? The teenager didn't know.

Her legs started to shake with tiredness. They had been walking-or should I precise they're almost falling at every step- for thirty minutes, the worry hitting them at every turn. At every step, her heartbeat quickened and she had to focus not to complain.

It should have been happening sooner. Before she had the time to think, she started spitting words.

- Lilith, are we there yet? She grumbled, her gaze lost in thin air

The spectrum threw her an outraged glare, before furrowing her brows and continuing her trail, rolling her eyes.

- Yes, yes, don't be so impatient. Retorted Lilith subtly, as Isaac tried to remain silent

- I'm hungry! Isaac groused, moving his leg to kick mud, wiping water on his nose

Lilith laughed drily, visibly annoyed by the whole situation. The twins didn't know how to shut up! Trying to ignore how much it bothered her, the spirit nodded her head and affirmed:

- Here we are!

Marilou and Isaac stopped complaining and looked around. Around them, the landscape didn't change, but the shivers they felt since the start were only getting bigger.

A graveyard, with a huge number of graves, with burnt flowers. They shook with fear. Thinking that dead people rested in peace in their backyard wasn't making them esctasic.

it was the contrary; their jaws dropped. By how horrible the situation was, awful and frustrating. Now that they were there, they couldn't step back anymore.

- Where's the grave we must dig? Marilou questioned as she stepped through the non-beaten tracks

Lilith looked away for a moment, meeting the youngest's gaze to respond. With a light tone, the spectrum shrugged her shoulders and spoke:

- Maximum two-hundred meters...She retorted

Marilou shut her mouth, watching around. It looked terrifying, yet so attractive at the same time! She couldn't tell why. After three minutes, Lilith brutally stopped, pointing the grave.

- Sir Alfred William Smith, the girl read, King of the Grepys Kingdom in 1690. Man of the red clan during an activity made by the old Saint-Pie village. Known for his courage and his loyalty he had towards his people. Born in 1670, deceased in 1755.

Marilou glanced at Lilith, confused. Who the fuck was this Sir Alfred William Smith? Why would a man like this matter to Lilith's eyes? Most of all, why a king? He couldn't come back to life, could he?

The teenager wished that Lilith would say more about it, but her expression was unreadable. She didn't look look or affected, simply happy that she had found the good grave. Quickly, the ghost hurried to give them shovels.

Without success, obviously-she passed through it. Isaac laughed for a few seconds before looking at his interlocutor seriously, as his eyes betrayed the fact he stopped himself from laughing some more.

- We can take the shovels ourselves, Lilith. No need to break your arm like this...He teased as he grabbed one, beginning to dig

-Funny, very funny. The concerned one retorted as she watched Marilou take one as well

The young girl threw Lilith an amused glare and kept on digging alongside her brother. Quickly, she had to take pauses as she became weaker.

***

Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed the man's appearance, and she took a step back. He was surprisingly gorgeous, although his eyes were closed. The murky side was that this man was dead. His chest wouldn't lift at his breathing's speed, as he didn't breathe. His hair, contrary to the people from his time, were elegantly cut and aligned in white bangs, becoming whiter. On his lifeless body, she could distinguish a blue outfit with golden borders.

Marilou noticed that Isaac stared at the man with the same interest than her. Suddenly, Lilith pulled them out of their trances by shoving them out of the way, throwing the man a suspicious look. Her face lightened, as if she was in a dream.

The spectrum shut her eyes slowly as the twins stepped back, her look everything but happy. The confusion was visible; what was Lilith doing? Words started to come out, most of them meaning nonsense.

- Oh dear spectrum, wake the man who's in you. Your wise and hurtful death, our elders will miss you. On our knees we begged and cried, your smile and your person. Oh dear spectrum wake up, from an old friend.

Confidently, the spirit opened her eyes and stared at the man with affection. Marilou and Isaac stared at each other, puzzled. Did they have to stay alongside her? They didn't have a clue.

Lilith threw Marilou a death glare, before mumbling with a dark gaze:

- You have to say: You rested in peace, dear spectrum, from a well-placed being, my soul and my body will be your repository.

Instinctively, the girl's face became white. Her, giving her soul to a man from the seventeen century that she didn't even know of? No way! Noticing the hesitation, Lilith laughed and rolled her eyes to the back of her head-if she kept on rolling her eyes, she would eventually find her brain.

- It's a manner to speak, go ahead! She whispered mischievously

Sighing, the girl didn't seem to notice that she was getting manipulated, so she went for it. Lilith's voice seemed filled with implied ideas, all smooth and honeyed. Reluctantly, the teenager exclaimed:

- You rested in peace, dear spectrum, from a well-placed being, my soul and my body will be your repository.

Everyone remained silent for a while, but then they heard something. A breeze was hitting them, as the moon became as red as blood. Marilou felt a shiver along her spine, as her gaze was to the sky.

Feeling movement behind her, Marilou furrowed her brows and shifted to the grave. Her heart stopped. Sir Alfred William Smith stood in front of her, with red eyes. He was wearing his elegant outfit, and his hair remained well-placed. Even though his hazel eyes were fixated on her, he looked kind and genuine.

After a minute, the man spoke, speaking to the girl with a warm yet creepy voice:

- So, who wants some tea?