When DEAD calls

Chapter 8

AMANDA CRESTA'S POV

Yes. We should play along. We should play to get rid of the ghost. We should play to save our friends. We should kill the ghost to save the rest of the world, too. It's a rescue and a suicide mission. We decided to walk the rest of the journey because it's just about 4 or 5 kilometres from here, that is what Gorblachev was saying.

Last thing that happened to us was the accident.... i'm sorry, supernatural accident – I was just correcting myself. An accident which occured all of a sudden. A supernatural force which controlled the mind of our driver, Gorblachev to cause this accident. An accident which killed Lyeoneed. The supernatural force which switched place with Anna's body to kill Lyeoneed, or so Lyeoneed said in his last breath.

First of all, I aided the surviving victims, who got their cuts from the accident. I just retrieved the medic kit from the glove box of the toppled car and started aiding them. Gorblachev injuries weren't serious, just scratches and bruises all over his arms and face. Joseph had a big cut in his head, so I had to bandage his head.

We took Lyeoneed to a nearby cemetery, buried him there, installed a tombstone, engraved his name, years of life and an epitaph 'RIP'. We mourned and prayed. I know this isn't our thing to do, but Gorblachev insisted in doing these things by himself, maybe some commitment had to be made with him. I know, it sounds creepy. He did a personal mourning, weeping hardly for his friend, who became another victim of the ghost. We left the cemetery immediately, before anything creepy happens again. But when we returned back to the toppled car, the dazed agents were gone. We checked the place twice, thrice, in and around the car for any sign of them, but no use. They were gone, totally gone. How could they possibily go anywhere when they are still unconscious... or did they come back to their senses? Did the ghost release their spirits back to their bodies? Even though that actually happened, they couldn't just walk away because they weren't any footprints to be seen here.

I just went blank, my head spinning, my heart throbbing, increasing the heartbeat rate every second, I couldn't think anything. It was then Joseph, who gave his shoulder to weep, consoled me and gave a brilliant idea to walk to Chernobyle, find the ghost and kill it. Yeah I know, it's stupid but brilliant and only idea to get our friends back.

And now we are half way through. Gorblachev ahead of us, his eyes sharp and weapons ready, in case of any 'disturbing change' in the atmosphere. We both following him, keeping our eyes wide open, resisting our sleepiness and trying to concentrate on the things around. It's half past 12 – obviously not a auspicious time to continue our case at the Chernobyle Nuclear Power Plant. Such a deadly time.

Officer Gorblachev's phone started ringing, dragging our attention heedily and agogly. And we were astounded to what words just came out of the ringtone.

He looked at the caller and said, 'Just a minute, Agents. It's important. I have to-'.

'Yeah sure, you can. Just go on', I said hiding his shock.

He went a little away from us, talking to his caller seriously, as Joseph and I just blank-stared at him.

'Are you thinking what I'm thinking', I whispered Joseph, not taking my eyes of Gorblachev.

'Yep. I guess I am', Joseph murmured oddly.

'What are you thinking?' I asked in a low voice, as I see the Officer afar was deep-down in his conversation.

'What do you think?' he replied bamboozled.

The Officer at the distant ended his call and walked towards us and slowed in the mid-way, as he saw us blank-staring at him. He turned around to see what we are gaping at, not knowing the actual truth of us gaping at him.

He came to us and asked, 'What are you guys looking at? You both look unconvincingly stunned', he turned around again, trying to catch our sight, 'I can't see anything. What is it? Is it dangerous, or monstrous, or funny, or-'.

'You', I answered low and slow.

'What? Me? What happened? Is my face changing or something? Am I going-'

'Are you serious to have a ringtone like that?', Joseph asked maddeningly accompanied with a suitable gesture.

'What ringtone? I always hate the normal ones. So I kept the 'shot me down' ringtone. What's wrong with Ukranian liking an American ringtone?', he asked and the song played again, there wasn't any caller on the screen. The phone was just black-shut. But the song kept playing 'Party time... My friends are gonna be there too... I'm on the highway to hell... On the highway to hell...'

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A/N  

Hey my dear readers, thank you for reading on. This chapter is one of my favourite, especially the song I added at the end. I wish that felt awestruck and funky to you guys. Vote and comment, if it is one of your favourite toooo !!!! Keep calm and love reading ;)