Crowman was there. But unlike to the poster, he had a red beak.
“Crowman?” Boone’s lips spilled out words.
Boone turned his head on pillow. There he saw Crowman’s poster on the table. But this time it did not have his face on it.
If the face had not disappeared, then he would have taken it as a nightmare but with the missing picture, his day was turning into a bad dream as well.
Panting, Boone stuffed the poster in his pocket and ran to the street. He was surprised to see a lot of new faces in the town.
He waved at the running cabs, but none of them stopped for him. Perhaps a dollar bill early in the morning was somewhat inferior to coffee.
There was no other option for him than to walk and see faces which he had never seen before. It was when one thing hit him.
He was yet to see someone whom he knew.
“You were right.” Boone spoke to the woman when he found her on the same spot, “My wife is dead.”
The woman removed her mask this time.
“Crowman killed her.” Woman said.
“Why?” Boone was devastated.
“Greed took her.”
“Greed of what?”
“Greed for reviving Ian.”
“He is not dead!” he yelled at her.
“Or he is?”
“You know?” Boone narrowed his eyebrows.
“Maybe I do. But I don’t think it should be of your concern anymore because you are also dead.”
“If this is your another attempt to freak me out. Then f*** you!”
“Boone, those people whom you are seeing today. Have you ever seen them before? I know you have not because they are souls of people who lived here. And you will not be able to see anyone you knew when you were alive.”
Oh my God! Boone recalled while she continued, “Didn’t you wonder why you had to come here by feet? It is because no driver can see you. Not just your wife. Crowman killed you too.”
No words came out from his mouth for a while, “How can I see you if I can’t see anyone whom I knew when I was alive?”
“Do you know me? Had you ever seen me without my mask when I was alive?” she grinned.
“I don’t understand.” Boone mumbled.
“You will need this.” Woman took out a small paper from her cloak and gave it to him.
Boone read:
RULES FOR THE DECEASED
1) A soul can’t see anyone whom he knew when he was alive.
2) If a soul is the product of suicide then that soul will not be able to see or contact any other soul. Neither other souls will be able to see him.
3) If a soul is killed by reaper‘s axe then the soul will be erased from existence. Such punishment is reserved for unforgivable crimes like:
-Unauthorized killing of a human.
-Trying to contact someone whom the soul knew when he was alive.
-Trying to contact Crowman or anyone associated with him.
Under the rules, there were some names of the ghosts which were erased.
“You can keep it.” She said and vanished, leaving her mask on the ground.
Boone had little to no idea what the paper could serve him in the state of disbelief. It did not help him other than finding out those who had died recently like him.
Ghosts with the rule paper in their hands were as unaware as him. Everyone had equal concern and disbelief in their faces, which made Boone feel a little comfortable losing his life.
