Ghost Pavilion

Flower Case

Melin was silent for a moment, she shuffled to sit down and lowered her head. “What were you doing through the police station?”

“Yah! Nyari know who can see my body-“ Flowers also remembered something.

“Wait! I was buried alive after being drugged huh?” The flower remembers what he saw before he died.

The flower held all over his body, then panted to remember how difficult it was for him to take a breath when he regained consciousness from the anesthetic. At that time the conditions of the rainy season, the soil feels denser and heavier because the water mixes with the soil. She saw Sarah unable to save herself, even though she was still living in the ground for two days. Because they are different, the same has been the spirit but different generations.

Hearing that, Melin was surprised. Truly one school, the same accident tragedy. But different times, fellow spirits can't help?! melin's mind is tired.

All kinds of animals that live on the ground surround his body. Even earthworms get into his ears, making his head more dizzy.

“Sorry I'm Melin, you will definitely have trouble,” said the ghost of Flowers panned the withered Melin who looked in great pain, holding the teng me by her neck.

“Sorry Flowers, because I made you stop that incident again.” Melin apologized for the second time.

A flying flower floated out of the window, it came out of the window of the room. Flowers then stand right in front of the fence of the Flower house. Her net looked at the Flower room.

Melin was focused, so that she could return to her soul in the school cafeteria, not far from the Flower house.

Flowers drift down the city center, wanting to shed her memory of her stifling death. At least he can drift in any direction without dodging and penetrating anyone.

“I shouldn't have gotten into that school, but it's also part of my destiny,” said Bunga lethargic. He looked up at the sky, there were no stars to decorate. It looks like a black canvas that has not been colored.

"Flower, be patient I will expose your death, clear your name! remember, don't take revenge on the Flower!" shouted Melin and the floating Flower spirit nodded in a smile.

Melin looked forward after being satisfied looking at her translucent hand from the rainwater. The net is patterned when someone with a black umbrella shines sharply. His eyes were intimidating amidst the crowd of people running around looking for shelter, outside the canteen. Brian elsewhere gave Melin a glass of water to drink after regaining consciousness.

Lightning blared, his glint clearly visible behind the black-robed young man. The young man was Jeha, he was putting on an angry look at Melin, who had been watching him.

"Why? how's diem?" ask Brian.

"That man, his name is Jeha. He's the mastermind behind the death of Bunga. We bring him quiet, make him ngaku in front of Mr. Diva. I'm sure, after he ngaku and Bunga's body is seen, his spirit will be calm ga on this earth roaming. Essentially the Flower was still alive, but Jeha brought the Flower and the living grave to life in the culvert, he brought two sacks of earth to the flower's remains and then in the cement plaster." explains Milen.

"Jeez, that's a big deal." Brian said.

"Yes already. Wait a minute, we're ambushing him now, Melin."

"Take her here, show her a photo of the flowers. I don't know why I feel negative things, if not the body of a flower. But there was a purple aura, which meant the past. What is that huh? why is the ghost of noni named Sara, which is said to be Bunga also approached her during life." said Melin.

"Seriously, don't tell me we're paddling ghosts, Flower's spirit, two bodies and two deaths" whispered Brian, making Melin's eyeballs stare in.

Tbc.