The Detective of the Dead

Strange Visitors

  After a snore, I woke up at 11pm because I felt some danger coming to me. My door was opened slowly as I heard it. Someone entered my room. She was a woman because of her soft and slow footsteps. But why there is no sound of force entry? When I removed my blanket and rose from my bed, I saw shadow like figure of a woman on my sofa, sitting comfortably. She smokes heavily with kiseru or Japanese pipe. The smell dried rosemary stays on my room. I hate that they ensure that I can't sleep easily with that scent. 

 "Hello. Good evening!" greeted the woman. 

 But I forgot a man on my back, he greeted me too. "We need you, Alistair. Or should I call you Mavis?" 

 They are my coven mates, Misty and Quentin Roswell. My acquaintance and her twin brother. They are look a like but they have differences in gender and to their color of their eyes. Lady Misty has red eyes while Lord Quentin has blue eyes. Both of them has black hair. Lady Misty has long hair while Lord Quentin has short hair. During my days in Academy, I was studying at Elementum Coven and they are my seniors there. Of course, they are older and wiser than me. 

 "Just call me Mavis. Why are you here?" 

 "For a case, a boy needs a control over his power." answered the man. 

 "I presume it was telekinesis?" 

 "Yes, it is. Your psychic ability and your level as a male witch is excellent that's why we wanted you to finish helping him." 

 "Lady Misty, Lord Quentin, you are stronger than me. They even called you elite witches in our coven so why I must help you?" 

 She approached me with a little seductive moves and she whispered to my right ear. She hold my shoulder and she points her finger to me. It was a seductive manner but I was terrified that she might put a spell in me. 

 "Because we want to take a break, and we have so many case to do. We need to recharge our energy but don't worry, novice kid. You know what will happen to you when you refuse it. We will not hurt you but the guilt may haunt you. Don't you worry, young man, I just put a protective rune over you. I know that you are not a male novice witch." 

 "Of course, of course! I will help you." I answered nervously. 

 "Then see you tomorrow at 9am at our manor."She handed me a calling card. 

 Their bodies became white smoke and fades slowly. I woke up again with a calling card on my hand. It was just a lucid dream. But that dream was performed with a spell so I must not ignore that. 

About the danger, it was not them but the other people. I presume that somebody was planning against me. 

 It was 7 am in the cloudy morning, I called my dad in the office. I said that someone needs my help as a detective and I can't report to them personally. I put some tools like crystal orb, amethyst necklace, and dried lavender and other herbs in the bottle in my bag. I hired a cab to drive me to the Roswell Manor. 

Then I rode to St. Jude Express, a train station. I observed people inside the train. Most of the passengers are students because of their bags or satchels. I remember my years as a student because of them. After a trip in the train, a familiar face in suit greeted me. 

 "Master Mavis Quincy?" asked the butler. 

 "Yes." 

 "Lord Quentin was waiting for you." 

 The butler lead me to the carriage. He opened it for me and I saw Quentin inside of it. 

 "Come in." 

 We talk to each other about our business. They are helping people with reasonable price. If their client is poor, the price is an object like a pipe and everything they can offer.Minutes later, and arrived their manor. It is still cloudy and the surrounding is gloomy like I am in a horror film.