Pain From The Train

Chapter Three

With a growing death rate in Japan, I'm surprised no one has told me to stay indoors at night.

They probably don't even know what or who I was.

Oh well.

I was enjoying myself as I walked inside the tunnel tha led to the abandoned girl's bathroom.

I remember a time when somebody hid an old book that was said to communicate with spirits.

So, I took out my pen and opened the first page.

I carefully wrote down something.

Are you here with me right now?

Taking a deep breath, I wrote down "Teke Teke" in Japanese.

The wind blew in my face, but it wasn't in a threatening way.

Then, to my amazement, some writing that I did not do appeared below.

It said:

I am here. I am the ghost that you have summoned. 

I replied back:

Why do you continue to eliminate young people, especially when they wear red?

The wind blew a little bit harder this time.

Please, you must understand. I was run over by a train and sliced in half. It pains me because I was so young and innocent, why did I have to die?

I could feel the emotions getting the best of me.

I wiped the tears away from my eyes.

You didn't deserve to die. Those bullies were mean and cruel, and you did nothing wrong.

I want to help you. I know it must feel so bad to have your own taken away from you. Please, don't be upset or afraid.

A tek tek tek was heard.

But I stayed where I was.

How can you help me? A living,breathing human cannot do such a thing.

I smiled as I continued writing.

There is something that can help you find peace. It will be a nice thing.

Together, with a sacred flower and some lighted candles, I said the Lord's Prayer and then the wind continued to blow.