The Detective of the Dead

Leo Pewter, the boy

  "Good day, ma'am. I'm Mavis Quincy, the substitute worker." 

 "Good day, Mr. Quincy. I'm Helen Pewter. That is my son, Leo." 

She welcome me warmly but I noticed her face expression that she has a problem. 

 "He can't control his powers so I call for help. I saw their name on the newspaper but they said that they have so many scheduled tasks and appointments. They said want to remove the advertisement on the publishing company of the newspaper." 

 They might hear me if I say a word to the powerful siblings."So... Brilliant... Anyway, is telekinesis is his ability?" 

 "Yes, it is. I don't know where it came from?" 

 "It came from us. For practitioner like me, our abilities are natural." 

 I saw the boy. He just staring outside of the house through the window. The silence came to us for a moment. He stares to the children playing happily. I felt envy coming from the boy. 

 "Don't feel envious of the fools for they are sleeping." 

 "I told you that a thousand years ago." 

 "What? Please, stop that..." said the mother.

 "Please, let it be." said I as I interrupted her. 

 The boy turns to me with serious gaze. 

"Novice. Your back again and I don't know why I get envy to them. You see, I maybe young but I know you are my student when our souls are free as ravens in the tall and great trees." 

 "Maybe you need to control your mind and mouth so ordinary people won't hurt you." I replied. 

"Maybe this case is connected to reincarnation but I'm not trained with this." 

 The boy's right hand clawed like he is squeezing something. In an instant, I can't breath and my throat is squeezed. 

 "Oh, pardon me. I'm impatient in this age." 

 Gasping for air, I sat down to the chair in front of the child and I regain my breath. 

 "May I see your past?" 

 "Of course, you may see it." 

 I hold his face and see him eye to eye. I saw a vague memories of the past life. He was a Celtic chief with a companion. His student and companion is a little child with a raven in his shoulder. They are in a tribe living in the forest. I removed my hand and eyes off him. 

 "That was strange." said I with astonishment. 

 Suddenly, a crowd of people went to the Pewter's house. I peep through the hole of the door. They are shouting outside with pitchforks and torches. They may be suspicious about my service here.

 "Burn the boy at stake!" they said. 

 "I know this day will come. They will blame my child for their own misfortune. They are unlucky without my child!" thought the mother. 

 "Include the mother and the man inside! Burn them all!" said the other villager. 

"What? Are they insane?" I asked. 

 "Yes, and they are stupid." answered the boy, peeping on the other hole.