On the walls of the house, skeletons were hung and there were too many of them.
All around the house, there were skeletons.
Pablo looked everywhere and he moved towards one such skeleton.
He handed the lantern to Nike and reached out towards the skeleton.
"Don’t touch it, sir. They might be cursed." Nike spoke.
"Quit being afraid. They are just skeletons. All our bodies are like this. And these are not adult ones."
Pablo placed his hands on the skeleton and he ran his fingers all around it.
"They are dirty. So kind of blackness they have."
Pablo looked closer, seeing how they were hung on the walls.
"Oh. This is nice."
"What?" Sera asked.
"They are hung by an invisible force. Sothing is keeping them from falling on the floor and sticking them to the walls."
"Must be the ghosts. They are angry, sir." lon shared her mind.
"You can’t be sure about that. Anyone with an Ego like controlling stuff can do such a thing." Pablo said.
"Why are you so against the existence of ghosts, sir? Children were killed here. They must be angry." Nike argued. He couldn’t see Pablo not taking it seriously.
"Because I haven’t seen the ghosts of people I killed." Pablo revealed. "And believe , I have killed more than just children. Yet, no ghosts ca to ."
"That’s.." Nike couldn’t say anything. He had no reply to that.
Pablo finally found so silence and he focused on the skeleton once more.
It was the skeleton just beside the entrance door of the house. The nearest to Pablo.
"What if I take it out from the walls forcefully?" Pablo held the bones of the hand and pulled.
TUCK!
The skeleton didn’t budge from the walls but Pablo sure broke both its hands.
The slaves were already tensed and this move of Pablo made it worse.
"Just don’t get us killed." Even Sera was a little scared now.
Pablo threw away the hands and looked around again.
"Nothing happened, huh. The Ghosts aren’t angry at this much."
Pablo moved back from the skeletons and walked to the center of the hall.
There was only one sofa placed on the floor and dust was already sitting on it.
No carpet was there and Pablo looked at everything closely.
"Strange." He said.
"What is it?" Sera asked.
"This house has been closed for years but it doesn’t look like it. It’s not dirty. The sll is foul here but not foul enough to know that a mass murder happened here. The ghosts must be fond of cleanliness."
The slaves said nothing but they were still standing at the door. Only Sera was close to Pablo.
"Co inside, everyone. We all are here anyway. If we die, we die." Pablo said.
The slaves sighed and stepped further inside the house.
Pablo continued his investigation.
There was a set of stairs and it was a big one.
"What’s upstairs? Let’s check. I also need a room for my work."
Pablo walked towards the stairs.
The slaves wanted to stop him but Pablo would kill them if they did sothing like that again.
So with no option, they followed behind Pablo.
They kept their head low as they were not interested in locking eyes with skeletons.
Pablo, however, watched every skelton on his right side of the wall as he climbed the stairs. He won’t abandon his logical side.
’All the skeletons look the sa. Sa size and all.’
"Sera," He said.
"Yess." Sera liked Pablo calling her.
"Is it possible to steal dead bodies from a graveyard? Like from the graves of children?"
"It is possible. Give the owner of a graveyard so money and tell them what kind of body you want. They will tell you themselves."
"That’s all." Pablo stopped talking and he also reached the end of the stairs.
The slaves also reached behind him and now a corridor or a hallway was in front of them.
So doors were there and Pablo figured they must be various rooms.
Pablo continued his walk. The floor creaked with each step and Pablo kept his senses open for every little thing.
FRISH!
"Yeeeeep!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!"
"Ghostttttttttt!"
"Aeaeaeeaeaeeaeae!!"
The slaves hopped on Pablo’s back. All ten of them.
Pablo was buried beneath them.
"What the fuck are you all doingggg? Get off of !" Pablo roared. He got to taste the floor of the house because of his slaves.
"But I felt sothing. Sothing cold brushing my skin!" lon said.
"Leave alone first!"
"I told you all ghosts are perverts. They want to touch my boobs!" lon wasn’t getting off and neither were the other slaves.
"I am giving you a fucking order. Get off or you all will join the gang of ghosts as well."
Pablo was reaching his limit and the slaves could feel it from his voice.
"Okay."
One by one, the slaves left Pablo and now he was finally free.
He was lying with his face first on the floor and he slowly got up.
He clenched his fists and turned around to face his slaves.
Seeing their faces full of fear, he gritted his teeths.
"Give one good reason for not killing you all for that shit."
"I am sorry, sir. But sothing really brushed my skin. I am sure." lon said.
"That was air. Air coming from outside. There’s a fucking broken window right there. That’s the most normal thing. All of your gray cells went inside your breasts."
"That was air… Maybe you are right. Sorry for that. I was afraid for nothing."
"If anything like that happened again. I sure I won’t ask anything and just straight out kill you. From now on scream only after making sure there really is sothing wrong. Understand?" Pablo gave a warning.
"Y-yes."
"Answer loudly. I didn’t hear it."
"Yes sir!"
Pablo gave a light nod and turned around again.
He started his walk once more and he reached the first door at the hallway.
He slowly opened it and waited.
"Nothing happened."
Pablo remained standing outside and he couldn’t see anything inside the room. There was darkness. But Pablo spoke too soon.
TRING!
The darkness was no more. The room was lit up again.
"Whoever is doing this sure has timing. And it also ans we are being watched."
Pablo said so obvious things and like the curious man he was, he stepped inside the room.
Sera followed him and so did the slaves.
"Oh. Sa decoration. And a sleeping guest too."
Pablo saw the skeletons again. There was a big bed inside the room but it had no mattress. It was just plain simple wood.
But what made the slaves sweat was that a skeleton was placed on the bed. It was lying like a normal person sleeping.
Pablo moved deep inside the room and the room wasn’t all that big. It was bigger than huts but not bigger than the rooms of mansions.
Pablo reached near the bed and saw the skeleton from up close.
"Sleeping tight, dead man? Stay still."
Pablo touched the skeleton with his finger tip first for safety but nothing bad happened.
So he placed his hand on it.
He moved the skull left and right, he pushed its whole body.
"It is just here to scare us. Soone wants this house to stay abandoned and even if, by mistake, soone cos here, they will run away just after watching the skeletons and automatic opening of the doors and lights. No one would have dared to touch these. But alas, this ti I am here."
Pablo stopped touching the skeleton and looked under the bed.
"Show the lantern here. It’s dark." He said.
"Ye-s." Nike ca closer with the lantern.
Pablo was sitting on one knee and Nike wasn’t getting the courage of looking under the bed.
"Show the light. How many tis should I say that? I am your master. It’s not the other way around."
"Ah. Yes. Yes." Nike sat down on his knees as well and showed the lantern under the bed.
Pablo finally saw the scene.
"There’s nothing here. Waste of ti."
Pablo stood up.
Nike instantly stood up as well and went back to other slaves.
Pablo looked around the room so more.
There were no cupboards, tables, nothing. Just one plain bed and red walls.
"Is this really blood? Let’s see."
Pablo placed his palm on the wall and sniffed it.
"Yes. This is blood. Dried blood and a long ti had passed since this was painted in the walls. Where can you get such a high quantity of blood anyway?"
Pablo looked at Sera.
"You can get it from the hospitals and you can buy it from the black market and also, you can collect it yourself. Kill a large number of people and you have it." Sera answered.
Pablo nodded and gave one last look to the room.
"Let’s go to another one."
"Yes. Right away." All the slaves imdiately dashed outside the room.
Pablo shook his head and with Sera, ca out of the room.
He walked on the hallway again towards the next door.
He took slow steps and after taking one such step…
’Stop, Pablo.’ Cupid spoke.
Pablo stopped as well. Cupid was serious this ti.
’What?’ He asked.
He turned his head at the Angel and he understood right away that sothing was bad.
There was fear in Cupid’s eyes and this was the first ti Pablo saw her sweating.
’Pablo, like it or not, but right now…’ Cupid gulped.
’A little girl covered entirely with blood is standing right in front of you.’
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