MIKE RAISED AN eyebrow when he failed to digest the story. It had been eleven minutes since I told him why I ended up lurking around the gymnasium in the middle of the night, but the confirmation he badly wanted was yet to be told.

"How did Samantha find you?" he asked. "And did you find your friend last night when all you ever told me was all about your sudden nightmare?"

"Morgan followed me, and I was so sure about it. I could still feel the fear she inflicted on me as to why I had a nightmare while hiding myself in one of the lockers."

"Okay?"

"And she wants me dead," I added, like I already gave up in life. "Do you happen to know who Morgan is?"

Mike just looked at me silently. He didn't say another word and just walked away. I could see in his face that he questioned his decision as to why he interviewed me in the very first place. But I was telling the truth, and it happened that Mike wasn't ready to hear it. He walked away without hearing the rest of the story.

"About Samantha," I whispered, still looking where Mike was headed. "She heard my scream while painting in her favorite lecture room. She also found Rayne, who happened to be sleepwalking in the field."

I closed my eyes in annoyance as my feet had its own mind. I began to walk toward Mike, grabbed his hand, and forcefully let him face me. My shoulder went up and down as my breathing became unsteady.

Of course, I was upset.

"You don't believe me," everyone in the garden looked at me curiously while Mike just stared at me patiently. "Don't you? About what I told you and everything about Morgan."

"Just stop saying her name-"

"Why?" I asked, cutting him off in the process.

"Because just like what you've mentioned earlier, Morgan is dead. That woman is incapable of harming anyone, so please stop."

"I get it now," I sarcastically laughed as I brushed my finger through my long hair. "I know it's hard to believe that ghosts exist in real life, but they are real. Morgan is real. Do you want to know the truth? Morgan killed Dawn and Candice, so you will never reach the end of this investigation."

"Ghosts are not real, Miss Dayanan. Dawn and Candice died because someone killed them, and that someone is still lurking free at La Trinidad."

I shook my head in disapproval. "You don't believe in ghosts? Fine. You will regret not believing me, Officer Mike."

I gathered the courage to walk away. If the police officers weren't here to solve the case, I would do it myself. This was my fault, to begin with. I have to know the whole truth about Morgan; how did she die in the first place? How did the urban legend begin, and why La Trinidad didn't warn the students about its dangers?

All these questions in my head had caused me a sudden headache.

Upon reaching the field, I started to run in order to clear my mind. It was healing my mental state every minute of the day. The heaviness in my heart slowly lightened upon finishing seven laps. I collapsed to the ground and stared at the clear blue sky. I sadly smiled when droplets of water fell directly on my sweaty face. Well, talking about the sudden shift in mood swings, the rain understood the assignment.

Nonetheless, I didn't mind the rain after all.

I needed this kind of break.

As soon as I closed my eyes, the water suddenly stopped falling in my face. I decided to take a peek when I realized the rain didn't stop. Someone just stood right above my head with an umbrella. What a kind of break. In just less than a minute, someone arrived to create turmoil for the day.

"What are you doing?"

"Sleeping," I sarcastically replied before getting up to avoid further commotion in the field. "Why are you here? You walked out from me, and I did the same thing to you, so we're already even."

"Who said I'm talking about the walking out part?" he asked, almost irritated by my reply. "I just want to ask a favor from you."

I rolled my eyes and mentally laughed. He, who happened to walk out from me because he didn't believe a single word I had said, suddenly asked for a favor. What a twist of fate. And before I could react, Mike mentioned his favor, which left me in a daze.

"Can you investigate your art professor on my behalf? I have a strong feeling that she's involved in this mess that I'm trying to solve with my team."

I smirked and nodded afterward. "Deal, but in one condition."

He stepped back and asked, "In what condition?"

"Let's try to exchange information," I wiggled my eyebrow and genuinely smiled at him. "I will give you updates about Samantha in exchange for a very important information. . . Morgan."

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