Even in death, I live...
Boahs, the Wandering Soul
Boahs is my very first hissi. He was adopted some time ago from the pound boards by an owner who did not want him anymore because he did not have any eyes. Yes, he was a glitched pet. I felt sorry for the blind guy, so I immediately brought him home with me. Eventually his eyes repaired themselves, but I love him just the same. He was originally green, but for his part in the story, he has been painted ghost. Be careful with your neopoints, he likes anything shiny. Check your pockets after paying him a visit.
The graveyard was draped in an eerie stillness like a thick carpet of sleep. Ripping through the silence screeched the "Caw!" of a raven perched high atop a nearby tree. It's raw greeting startled Murael who looked upward to locate its source. Detected, the crow flapped sluggishly, launching itself lazily from its current location, then floated across the yard to another perch.
With Boahs being her only link to the dead, Murael pressed further into the cemetery searching for a very special grave. Passing through the well-kept grass, she came across what she thought to be the same raven she startled earlier. The dark bird stared expectantly at the hissi, reminding Murael that she did not really want to be there. It was only a matter of time before she was buried under the damp earth and grass she was treading on. She was not looking forward to a leisurely nap in the cemetery.
This seems to be the section…" She whispered softly to herself as she turned into a long row of headstones.
The area here was a newer part of the cemetery, it had only been here for about five years. All the stones in this area were still white and hardly showed any signs of age, especially the one belonging to Boahs. His passing was only the year before. Murael took note that her brother seemed to have a new neighbor. The dirt was still freshly laid in the grave next to his, forming a perfect mound. Before settling down for her conversation with her brother, she walked over to the fresh grave and tilted her head to read the inscription clearly.
Guay 1994-2007, Loving Mother and Friend"
Murael sighed dejectedly. Such a young pet to die so soon. She would have to ask Boahs about her. Murael stood up from the new grave, the thought of her brother reminding her why she was there. She lay her bedding down on Boahs grave and proceeded to drift off to sleep.
Murael woke in a darkened room, save for a little light shining in through a crack. When her eyes adjusted, she saw that the light was coming from the next room, it was perfectly outlining the shape of a door. For some reason she felt comfortable here, her mind was at ease. It should be, she was dreaming of her old home where her and Boahs spent endless hours playing together during their childhood. There was a small thud outside the door and she crawled out of bed, stretching her tired muscles. It was an unusual experience waking up inside of a dream, not one that she would ever get used to. Murael knew her real body lay sleeping outside of this world, even though she was wide awake and aware here.
She opened the door to her old bedroom, allowing all the light from the living room to spill in. Boahs was sitting in her father's old chair, apparently he had been waiting for her to wake up. It looked like he was deep in though, so she took the opportunity to let her surroundings to sink in. She loved this place dearly, and was a little saddened that this house no longer existed in the real world. Everything was just as she remembered before the horrible accident. She shook the thought from her head. Murael did not want to think of the sad memory attached to this place. At this point, Boahs noticed her arrival.
Hello Murael, I like the setting you chose for our meeting." The hissi commented.
He was of course, talking about their old house. She flinched at the sound of his nickname for her. Of course it was out of endearment, but she always thought of him as too lazy to just say her full name. There was an awkward silence, and she decided to break it by asking about the new grave next to his.
I see you have a new neighbor, a young woman. Have you spoken to her yet?" She inquired.
Indeed I have."
His answer seemed short, almost as if he did not want to talk about it. But she pressed further anyways.
What became of her? I saw the year on her grave, she seemed to young to be here."
Boahs paused for a moment, before looking straight into his sister's eye.
She doesn't know." He took a deep breath before continuing, "She said the last thing she remembered was sleeping in her own bed when someone came into her room. There was total darkness and she ended up here."
Murael let this sink in for a moment. "…Murder?"
That is my guess, but of course she does not know the details of her death. Which leads me to what I wanted to talk to you about." Boahs looked at her seriously. "You have the gift of speaking to the deceased, especially me. I want to know what happened to her."
Murael stared at her brother. She could not believe what she was hearing. She had never talked to anyone besides her brother, how was she supposed to talk to a stranger? She was not even sure if she could do it, since they shared no connection to each other.
What do you want me to do, Boahs?" She glared at him.
Since she has no recollection of her death, I want you to investigate it in the real world, especially since she can not remember what happened to her. I do not think she can leave this place until this is resolved."
Murael knew what this meant. Boahs mentioned other souls that would come and go whenever they found peace with themselves. Guay was from a classic ghost story with her unresolved issues not allowing her to pass over.
to be continued...
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