The Detective of the Dead

Communicating

While I am speaking, I felt dizzy. I saw in my intuition that a ghost entered to my body.

"Hey, Melissa, where are you going?"

"I'm not Melissa."

The two looked to each other. Their friend walked away from them. I woke up. I found myself lying on the floor and I don't know what happened last night. My clothes are different and it seems it's not mine. I felt exhausted.

"Melissa, are you there?" the Hispanic landlady knocked the door.I stood to open it.

"Good morning, Mrs. Hidalgo."

"Oh, good morning, Melissa! Here's your breakfast!" She handed me a tray of food and a newspaper.

"Thank you. Have a good day." I replied with smile.

"What happend to you my dear?"

"I am alright. I am fine. I am just studying without sleeping."

"Please take care of your self. Sleep well after that."

"Thank you."

I slowly closed the door. I put down the tray to my table. And I bring the tea cup to my nose to smell my hot chocolate mint and sat to read the newspaper. At the front page, it shows a terrible title for today's story:

The Baron of Claravall Found Dead

It made me choke and it induce a vision of a murder of unknown suspect. After my breakfast, I prepare myself and my small black mirror to see what happened to him. I breathe slowly and deeply then I gazed to my black mirror. I saw myself but possessed by spirit of Donny Dunstan. He killed the Baron of Claravall with his own pistol. He shot him at his left temple to make it look like a suicide. Detective Dunstan clear all of his or my marks to avoid the arrest. Closing the curtains in the room, I prepare myself then I draw a circle with a chalk to communicate with the dead or to protect myself without calling uninvited ghost. I close my eyes and I breathe slowly and deeply. Then I enter in meditative state of my mind.

I saw a clear vision that someone was killing the Baron of Claravall. The killer was Donny Dunstan. But how? The killer looked at the mirror. He or she removed the black bandana and I saw my face. Technically, I'm the killer?! Therefore, I conclude, the dead detective possessed me to avenge himself.

"Oh, my goodness, what if someone saw me? Then I can't complete my studies. No!" I whispered to myself.

I change my clothes with haste. I fix myself then run outside of my room to attend my classes to Allen and Penelope. After running and chasing the cab, I finally arrived at the academy. Thank god that I am not late today. I entered the classroom. But wait, will I confess to them that the dead detective use me for revenge? What if someone hear us? Of course! No! It's too late to go home.I sat to my chair and my two friends approach me.

"Good day, Melissa! Where have you been?" Penelope greets me.

"Well, I don't know. What happened last night?"

"You suddenly walk fast then your face and voice became different." answered Allen.

Someone possessed me again. Why you let the spirit run with my body into the woods?"

"Because your aura became strong. Maybe it belong to someone with strong personality."

"And too strong to beat. We search you all night but you disappeared like a magician."

"You know that I discovered something." I said in serious voice

"What is it?" asked Penelope and Allen.

Wait! I should not tell it yet.

"There is a fresh baguette in French bakery near to our academy!""

That's cool!"

"Yes! Our favorite."

The professor entered the room. The two and the others go back to their sits with haste. Allen sits behind me and Penelope to my left. Our professor began to speak.

"Each leader will report some details to help the professional detectives."

My classmates, especially the leaders, raised their hands and our professor called someone. My classmate stood and recite her report. While I am listening, I heard a voice and that voice doesn't belong to anyone of my classmates or to our professors. It called my name. My hand writes involuntarily? My hand wrote coordinates.

"Because you helped me last night, I will help you today. I am grateful that you lend me your body to do my revenge." said the stranger.

The voice said. Where that voice came from? I saw him above my head. That stranger was a ghost. He stands on the ceiling? That stranger brought me to a dark place, the astral plane. Donny Dunstan's appearance while he is living is a blonde man, meticulous and dressed with suit and gray coat and gray a hat. When I saw him personally, without his coat, he is a little bit dirty and his clothes are tattered and torn with some blood stains.

"What do you want from me? Are you the one who possessed me recently?" I asked him calmly.

"Yes, I am. I am Donny Dunstan! The giver of justice to people and it is time to seek justice for me. You will help to do that."

"But that's wrong! They must go to prison!"

To be continued...