Can I help her?

I do not know why when it comes to supernaturals, everyone remembers vampires, elves, and werewolves. Of course, I do not say that these do not exist, but when there are witches and people like me who can read the minds of other people and see the spirits, there must be vampires and werewolves, and if there were no demons or spirits, I certainly would not be able to see them!

I can't say whether these creatures are really scary or not. It is better to ask a regular person about this. But I know the most fearsome of all these weird creatures. A creature that is perhaps scarier than any living or dead creature. This creature, human. Humans are the most terrifying of all creatures on earth.

If a vampire is scary, I think it is because it is human. Humans do things that no other creature can do. I speak as if I am not human myself, but you can be sure that no other creature will do this in the same way humans harm their fellow human beings and nature.

Seeing Maggie was more strange to me than scary. I had not seen any clearly visible face for a long time. I could not believe that I could recognize all the angles and lines of a human face.

Maggie insisted she had not killed herself and said she was pregnant. She had to travel to the afterlife as soon as possible; otherwise, she would get stuck here.

No one knows the exact deadline for the dead to stay in the living world, but Maggie has been dead for almost four months.

I looked at Maggie, staring at her mother's picture. She turned her face towards me and said, "This painting guided me here. I think it was the light of this painting that showed me the way home. Have you not finished it yet? Who is this person? Have you not drawn his face yet?"

Should I have told Maggie that I could not see people's faces and that this was a painting of her mother that was not supposed to have a face?

I decided to say nothing. I nodded and said, "Maggie, you must cross the bridge of life as soon as possible. It is dangerous for you to stay in this world. You will gradually get completely lost in this world."

- "I know this myself, but my feet are locked here. I have wanted to leave here many times, but I do not know why I can not leave here."

Maggie began to cry and said in a sad voice, "Help me, Aiden. I have to get out of here. I do not care why am I dead, and why I am no longer alive.

I had many dreams. I wished I was alive and a very successful nurse. But now I'm dead, and you say that I killed myself.

But these do not matter at all. I want to get rid of this torment sooner. Do you think that being stuck in this world is the punishment for my suicide? "

I had never heard of this before. I am not a death specialist. But I had never seen a ghost who could not go to the afterlife because of suicide. There must be another reason. Of course, Maggie herself wanted to get out of here sooner.

In the opinion of most people who I interact with, I am a selfish, cold, and of course, serious person, someone who cares about no one but himself, ignores girls and accepts no one.

Now, should I help her? Can I help her?

I asked Maggie to come to her house with me tomorrow. Maybe we can understand something there.

I worked all night on Maggie's mother painting and finished it; precisely what Maggie said had caused her to be drawn here.

But I do not know how my laptop spontaneously played the sound of that old radio program and the sound of Essex waves.

I did not think much about this issue. I learned not to think too much about different topics.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Maggie's face approaching mine. I was shocked. I pulled myself up on of the bed and said, "What are you doing? do you want to conquer my body??"

-"No, but I stared at you all night. I was afraid of getting lost again. I was afraid you would not be real."

It sounds ridiculous for a ghost to tell you that you are not real. In comparison, a spirit is more unreal than you.

I made myself a coffee and asked Maggie where her house was. And as I guessed, she did not remember anything about her home.

No matter how hard we tried, she didn't remember anything. The only way was to ask her mother. Of course, to get the address of a dead girl from her mother is so more challenging than I even want to think about it.

I told Maggie to wait here for me to come back. I knocked on my neighbor's door. She opened the door again at the same low speed as usual.

I tried to understand the state of the face. I told her I had come to see her and to ask how she was.

My neighbor believed me and brought me one of her Asian teas. She spoke from every door, and I listened, and I really do not know how to get Maggie's address from her.

Unconsciously, I thought of reading her mind. I stared at my neighbor. I did my best to get into her mind, and It was hard work. It is very rare for me to be upset about having agnosia, but I am really upset now.

My neighbor's mind was busier than I thought, everywhere was full of Maggie. But I was able to find Maggie's whereabouts, workplace, and home address through a wealth of information.

I was confused and came to myself with the scream of my neighbor. My nose was bleeding. At the last moment, I saw something in her mind that I found hard to believe.