Chapter 17 - Some Ghosts Almost Manage To Maniac-ify Me. It Ain't Cool.
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Turns out that Hanuman Chalisa does not work on ghosts who patronize the major gods who are a mixture of all mythological gods present.
I realized that much when I entered the cavern and the ghosts started traumatizing me and they didn’t even stop when I chanted Hanuman Chalisa out loud.
It was said in legends that a ghost can only live seven lives. That wasn’t true because hundreds of ghosts were addressing me as different-different persons. And, I'm pretty sure that there weren’t just six names.
“You tricked me, Lucy! You tricked me into drinking the poison!” Exclaimed a girl who looked 17-years-old.
Long pink hair reached her waist as she stared at me with her cold, hazel eyes. I froze.
I remembered her. Suddenly, my head started aching. It felt like my head was splitting into pieces.
“I did not know that there was poison in the cauldron. Felina tricked you! I did not.” I protested in the voice of a much more mature girl.
“Jenny, you knew that I had a crush on you. Still, you chose Nick above me! Why, Jen, why?” cried a raven-haired boy with hazel eyes.
My form flickered to a 15-year-old girl with black hair and black eyes.
I had tears in my eyes.
“I’m sorry, Gil. Bu-But I loved him. By the ways, you found Luna!” I said.
My headache was getting worse.
All the ghosts screamed at me and my form flickered every second.
I clutched my head in absolute pain.
All of them screamed at me.Except one.
He turned around and I was struck with familiarity.
He had black hair and the exact blue eyes I had.
“Who are you?” I cautiously said. “Why aren’t you screaming at me like others?”
The boy smiled as if he expected my question.
“I am Dylan Chedar. I am not screaming at you because I have nothing to complain about. All these ghosts are screaming because they all have a reason to complain. I do not.”
“Well then, how do I defeat them?” My headache was getting worse and I was not thinking straight. I was dizzy.
He chuckled. “You have not changed, Diane.” His words sent shivers down my spine. Not the bad ones.
The good shivers.
“Always to the point. Anyways, to defeat them, first, you have to stop forming into another person of a different life of your soul. You have to stay Diane Chedar for the task I’m giving you.” I nodded.
“What’s the task?”
“You have to make the ghosts realize that their attempts to make you guilty are not successful.
You have to find something funny in their accusations. Then, you’ll have to trick them into believing that you’re their friend and the people from your past lives are their enemies.
Then only, you can easily escape this cavern.”
“What if I, you know, just dash to the entrance of the cavern and run?” I asked the obvious question.
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