Be very Quiet

A girl walked inside an abandoned building holding a rope. It looked depressed even when she could only see the view of its back. Upon entering the room she found herself a nearly broken wooden chair. Dragging it at the center of the room where she placed the rope above the ceiling and made a loop. She knew exactly what was going to happen. But she couldn’t stop her from making such a bad decision.   “No, no!” she woke up more pale than the face that greeted her eyes. Her shout alerted the whole class. As the professor almost fell from sitting on its table while having a discussion.   “Someone is obviously sleeping in my class,” the teacher walked up to her. “Do you want me to stop, just so you could continue sleeping?”   The pale face girl that was in front of her face before was now behind the teacher, teasing her.   “Stop it,” she told the girl. It did escape her mind that she was the only one who could actually see it.   Yes, she has a third eye. One that could see not only ghosts and spirits. But other entities as well, that no normal human being would want to experience having.   It’s maybe when she was only a kid when it started. They say that it would go away as soon as she grows up. But it never did. In fact, it just amplified. Back then, she could only see ghosts. But now, she’s also having visions of those people that had died terribly.   And that’s how she met Cissy. It’s short for Cecilia. And that’s probably the only thing that the ghost remembers. She’s been following her around ever since she tripped into her grave. That was not nearly a grave to be exact. It’s like someone had just dug a hole and thrown its’ body there. It didn’t even bother to bury it properly. It was in a mountain where he hiked with her friends about a month ago.   Cissy was obviously making fun of her. That it even started to make face in front of her teacher.   “Are you talking to me?” the professor was not pleased at all.   How can she possibly explain to her teacher that she was talking to a ghost and not her? Instead, she decided to just keep it to herself.   “Get out of my class, Now!”     ***     “I’m sorry,” she was already standing outside her classroom when she shushed Cissy. “I was just trying to wake you up. You were having a bad dream back there.”   “I know.” she intentionally lowered her voice. So that only  Cissy could hear her. But what he didn’t know, is that all her classmates' attention was on her all this time. “I dreamed of someone committing suicide at an old building near here.”   Cissy began to shudder. This may sound like total nonsense. But she had never met a ghost who had a worst-case of Phasmophobia. Or an extreme fear of ghosts. Other than the ghost standing beside her at the moment.   “Please don’t tell me that you’re planning to investigate there?”   “Of course not. Having a ghost-like you attached to me is enough. Why would I get myself involved with another one?”   Cissy seemed relieved to hear that.   They both turned towards the direction of the bell. It signals that the class had just ended. And that it’s lunchtime already.   She can hear her classmates whispering as they pass her one by one.   “They’re talking about you,” Cissy told her. “They say you’re weird and probably crazy.”   “Who cares?”   “That’s what I thought.” her teacher said to her. It was the last one to exit the room.   “I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t referring to”   “You don’t happen to see ghosts, do you?”   She was surprised that her teacher was actually interested in it.   “Can you help me with something?”     ***     “I have a nephew who had been missing for a few months now. No one had seen her since she left for school that day.” Her teacher started telling her a story. “As far as I know, she was being bullied at her school. And that she might  have been very depressed after.”   “You could have called for a detective to investigate. What’s that had to do with me seeing ghosts?” She basically lowered her voice and her head as well. Like she is quite ashamed of her ability. If it weren’t actually considered a curse to start with.   “After she went missing, a few of her classmates claimed that they’re being haunted. They can’t actually tell that it’s my nephew that’s been doing that. But I can’t help but think that it could be the case.”   “Why did you think that?”   “Keep asking her, and we’ll both end up doing her a favor,” Cissy told her. But she continued ignoring her ghost friend.   “My sister, her Mom, told me that she can hear my nephew's door room opening and closing every night at midnight. And there’s only him and his husband at home. Their elder son is a cop, and barely goes home especially at night.” “Now, that’s creepy.” she almost rolled her eyeballs from Cissy’s remark.   As if its presence wasn’t creepy enough.   “Can you come and check out their house with me?”   How can she possibly say no? Her grades are almost failing with all that sleeping she did in her class.   “I’ll tutor you for the whole year without charge.”   “Call,” she immediately agreed. Having Cissy hit her forehead with one of her palms in sheer frustration.