Cupid told Pablo that in front of him, a little girl stood covered with blood from head to toe.
Pablo couldn’t see her and that only meant one thing. That little girl was a ghost.
Pablo stayed still and moved his eyes to Sera.
She also had a tense look on her face and she was looking at the empty space in front of Pablo.
’Andrezj told her about the ghost as well it seems.’
Pablo took a deep breath.
’Where is she?’
’Who?’ Cupid asked.
’The little girl, of course.’
’She is standing just in front of you. If you move even a little forward, you will overlap her.’
’What’s her height? I mean, is she face to face with me or not?’
’She is upto your waist. She is a little girl. You should know.’
Pablo nodded. ’Is she looking at my face? Is she angry?’
’I can’t tell. She is covered with blood all over. Her expressions I can’t see.’
Pablo sighed. ’So the ghosts are real and if I walk over her then it might make her companions angry.’
’True.’
’Can she see you?’
’Yes. I was the first person she saw.’
’Alright. Let’s see if this works.’
Pablo slapped his face with both of his hands and the slaves had no idea what was going on.
For them, Pablo had stopped walking without any good reason and now he was slapping himself for no reason as well.
Nevertheless, they didn’t ask him about it.
Pablo finished slapping himself and now he was ready to do something.
And all he did was to put the best smile on his face.
’You slapped yourself just to smile?’ Cupid asked.
’Yes. And tell the girl that I am with you and tell her that I am a good man.’
’What? I can’t do that. I can’t lie. I am an Angel.’ Cupid refused right away.
’If you don’t say that then the Ghosts will think I am a bad man and who knows, they might kill me. Do you want me to die?’
’Ahnghh. I hate this.’
Pablo spoke the right words. Cupid didn’t want Pablo to die and Pablo knew it full well.
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"Dear, he is not a bad man. If you are thinking of hurting him, know that he is with me. I am an Angel and how can an Angel be with a bad man? He is here for a reason." Cupid said all that with a smile.
Andrezj jerked his head at her.
’Why are you lying like this? He is not a good man at all. Angels shouldn’t lie.’
’I have no choice. Ignore it this time.’
The ghost girl turned her head at Cupid.
"He has killed a great amount of people. Are you lying that he is a good man?"
Cupid’s brows shot up.
Pablo saw her reaction.
’What happened? What did she say?’ He asked.
’She knows you killed many people. I have forgotten that ghosts can see the number of lives one has taken.’
’How can you forget something like that? And I don’t care. You have to make her believe that I am a good man. Tell her I killed only bad people. This smile of mine will only work when she is sure that I am a good man.’
’Fine.’
"No, dear. Angels never lie. He only killed bad people. People who were hurting innocents. When he heard about the rumors of this house, he came here to check it himself. He wanted to hear from you. The children who died for no reason. Believe me, child."
Cupid mustered all the motherly love she could manage and showed it on her face. Her tone was soft and the halo behind her head only made it more serene.
The ghost girl’s expressions weren’t visible and Cupid could only hope that her words did the trick.
"Okay." And they did. The girl said Okay.
’She said okay.’ Cupid relayed it to Pablo.
’That’s all I need.’
Pablo kept the same smile on his face and sat down on one knee.
’She is watching me, right?’ He asked.
’Yes.’
"I know you are here somewhere, girl. I don’t know your name but whatever happened to you and your friends wasn’t right. It boiled my blood. I heard the rumors about the cries of children coming from this house. As soon as I heard that, I couldn’t stop myself from coming here. Because, in my life, if there is anything I can’t bear, it is the crying of children. Even if they are ghosts. I will not abandon them.
Tell me what can I do to make you and your other friends pass on to the afterlife. I will make sure to do that. I will burn the entire kingdom if that’s what needs to be done. Trust me and appear in front of me, my dear."
Pablo reached out his hand and bowed his head.
His palm was stretched as if asking a girl for her hand.
Pablo surrendered himself to the little ghost girl.
’You are such a sweet talker.’ Cupid commented.
’Because lies are always sweet.’
Pablo waited for something to happen. He kept his palm open.
The slaves had no idea what was going on now. They even started to believe Pablo got possessed by a ghost.
Sera, however, knew what was going on thanks to Andrezj telling her everything. She just hoped that Pablo would succeed in whatever he was trying to do.
"Okay."
A new voice arrived and Pablo looked up.
He felt a soft hand on his palm and he finally saw the little girl.
But before saying anything, he looked around.
"Can you all see something?" He asked everyone.
The slaves shook their heads.
He looked at Sera and she too said she saw nothing.
Pablo then focused back on the girl.
"You only appeared in front of me, little miss. Thank you for your trust." He said, placing his hand on the girl’s hand.
"Will you really help us all, mister?" The girl asked. Her voice was soft.
Pablo smiled. "Yes. I will. And can you change your appearance? All this blood doesn’t look good on such a cute face."
"Okay." The girl tilted her head and the next second, her bloodied appearance was no more.
A little girl in pigtails and a pink frock was now in front of Pablo.
"You look so pretty in this, miss." Pablo praised the girl.
"Thank you." The girl smiled.
"Can you please tell me your name?"
"I am Jenny. What about you? What should I call you?"
"My name is Pablo Castillo but you call me big brother."
"Okay, big brother." Jenny smiled more.
Pablo laughed as well. He patted Jenny’s head.
"Can you show me around this house? I want to see the rooms and I also want to meet your friends."
"Okay." Jenny agreed.
’Okay is her permanent phrase.’
"Thank you."
Pablo stood up and Jenny came on his left side.
She held her hand and started walking forward in the hallway.
Pablo let her do that as he continued his sightseeing.
The slaves followed behind Pablo and Sera was on his right side.
’I hope she doesn’t get jealous of a little girl.’
"Say Jenny, were you the one who opened the door and the light when we came here?" Pablo asked.
"No. It was big brother Plato."
’Plato? First Socrates, then Plato. What is this? A philosophy class.’
"Is that big brother also a ghost?" Pablo asked Jenny.
"Yes. But he is older than all of us. I will make you meet him. He is also the one who put all the skeletons here." Jenny revealed.
’I see. So Plato is the one behind all this.’
"Sure. I can’t wait to meet him. But first let’s see all the rooms."
"Okay."
Jenny walked and the next room they reached was the bathroom.
"It is good. Bigger than the bunker one at least."
Pablo found it nice and moved on to the next door.
It was also a room with just a bed and a skeleton on it.
Pablo carried on and the next three doors also had nothing but beds and skeletons.
In total, the house had five rooms and one bathroom.
All the rooms were of equal size and Pablo couldn’t decide which one to choose for his work.
But he would decide more deeply about that later.
First, he would do something else.
"Where are your friends, Jenny? I didn’t see anyone in any of the rooms. We have reached the end of the hallway."
Pablo and the others were at the end of the hallway and there were only walls in their left, right, and front.
"You want to meet them now?" Jenny asked.
"Yes. Is that a problem?" Pablo asked.
"No. They would be happy to meet you and more happy to know that you came here to help them."
Pablo smiled. "Then let’s just meet them."
"Okay. Come this way."
Jenny was still holding Pablo’s hand and she brought him in front of a plain red wall.
"Close your eyes. And your friends should also close your eyes. And then we will all go through this wall." Jenny said.
Pablo nodded. "Close your eyes, everyone. No questions. Just close your eyes and walk through this wall."
The slaves and Sera did what Pablo said.
Pablo closed his eyes as well and Jenny, with his hand, went inside the wall.
Pablo also passed through it and one by one, Sera and the ten slaves passed the wall as well.
"Open them now." Jenny said.
Pablo opened them right away and when he opened his eyes, it remained wide open.
Cupid and Andrezj had the same expressions.
The scene in front of Pablo only made him think of one thing. The wall they all just passed through was not a wall…
’This is the Entrance of Hell.’