I shook my head, harboring a deep grudge. It had just frightened me, and I had no intention of listening to it.
"Miss, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have scared you on purpose." An innocent kid's voice came from behind, and my heart softened a bit because of the cute voice.
Then I turned around to look at the ghost floating in mid-air and snorted coldly with a bit of dissatisfaction in my tone, "Why did you scare me on purpose just now? I have no grudge against you."
"Please help me. I was really wrong just now." The little ghost apologized and acted cute, and I eventually softened my heart.
Getting off Howard, I straightened my messy clothes and looked at the little ghost that only reached my chest. "You said you came to me for help. What do you need my help with?"
Actually, I could understand why it came to me. After all, I had a formidable demon by my side.
"I want you to help me save my mom!" The little ghost blinked its big, watery eyes and said in a muffled voice.
I was stunned and asked in confusion, "Your mom? Who is your mom?"
"My mother, Pearl, was from the class of '12 and a student of Professor Scott."
As soon as it mentioned this, I immediately remembered something. I recalled that when I first entered the school, I heard the students talking about a campus story.
There was a very beautiful girl in the 12th grade who was said to have hanged herself in the dormitory while she was pregnant.
At that time, the incident caused quite a stir for a long period, with numerous versions of her exact cause of death circulating, yet no one truly knew how she died. Interestingly, all the girls in her dormitory were admitted to graduate school.
"You are the child of that girl who hanged herself in the 12th grade." I asked.
I used to think it was just a ghost story, but I never imagined it was real. Seeing this tiny, cute ghost totally blew my mind.
The little ghost nodded and continued, "Actually, the rumors are not accurate. My mom didn't hang herself; she died by slitting her wrists in the bathroom of the girls' dormitory 702. The one who caused my mom to be pregnant was Professor Scott, but he didn't want to acknowledge it, so my mom was heartbroken and committed suicide by slitting her wrists."
I was a bit confused, wondering, 'Does it want me to seek revenge on Professor Scott? Even the police couldn't solve it, how can it be left to me? I'm just a student; let alone going against a professor, it's difficult to even go against a teacher. Professor Scott is unparalleled by any professor in our school. I heard he's about to be promoted to vice principal. Although I sympathize with the girl's experience, I might be powerless in this matter.'
With this thought, I asked tentatively, "What do you want me to do? Expose Professor Scott's behavior?"
The little ghost shook its head. "No, my mom tried to seek revenge on Professor Scott before and was buried under the school's playground by him. I want you to help me rescue my mom."
It turned out the grudge between Brian and Pearl was more complicated than I had imagined. Although I could help, my abilities fell short. I looked to Howard; only he could manage this.
Howard nodded at me.
With his assurance, I looked at the little ghost again. "I can help with this, but once your mom is out, you must persuade her not to go after Professor Scott again. Someone like him is not easy to deal with. If he could bury her once, there will definitely be a second time. Don't let her do something foolish again."
The little ghost nodded excitedly, circled around me, and sweetly thanked me. "Thank you, Miss."
Looking at its cute appearance, I really wanted to reach out and touch it, but out of scary, I dismissed the thought.
Before leaving, I still warned the little ghost "Don't scare people anymore."
It was lucky to scare someone as timid as me, but if it scared someone not to be trifled with, it would be in trouble.
"Don't worry, I won't scare anyone who is a bit tough." The little ghost happily stuck out its tongue. It enjoyed seeing people jump in fright.
I was speechless for a moment, realizing I was very weak in its mind.
Seemingly realizing it said something wrong, the little ghost chuckled and disappeared into thin air.
I looked at Howard beside me, feeling a bit unconvinced. "Do I look very weak?"
Howard glanced at me lightly and then nodded affirmatively. "Yes."
I was speechless.
One day, I will definitely become strong!
"Karena." Amelia's voice came again, right behind me.
I was very unhappy; I had just warned the little ghost not to scare people casually, and it came to scare me again.
I turned around angrily, only to see Amelia running towards me. As soon as we met, she kept apologizing. "I'm sorry for being late. My teacher extended the class a bit."
Realizing I had misunderstood, I shook my head awkwardly. "It's okay. I didn't wait too long."
"Why do you look a bit off?" Amelia looked at me and glanced at Howard.
Without explaining, Howard just said lightly, "I'm going to handle the playground matter," and disappeared.
I originally planned to follow, but he disappeared so quickly.
More curious as we didn't answer, Amelia asked, "Did something happen while I was away?"
I told her what had just happened, and Amelia immediately became interested. "Then let's go to the playground and take a look."
Amelia didn't seem scared at all; she must have experienced many things with her grandfather, and was definitely more accustomed to it than me.
Although I said I wanted to learn to catch ghosts, I wasn't really prepared to see ghosts.
I hesitated immediately. "It's quite late, and it should be very cold at the playground at this hour."
Amelia pulled my hand towards the playground and said, "This is a perfect training opportunity, how can we miss it? You just haven't seen enough ghosts; once you see more, you'll get used to it."
I usually didn't even watch horror movies, so suddenly facing such a thrilling scene might not be a good idea.
"I want to go with you too." A calm male voice came, startling both Amelia and me.
We looked towards the voice, and Wesley was there. We didn't know when he arrived or how much he had seen.
Seeing us staring at him without speaking, Wesley repeated, "I want to go too."
I looked at him with some dissatisfaction, my tone a bit sharp. "Are you stalking me or something? How come I run into you everywhere I go?"