Seeing her face, I was again reminded of her name: 'Maya!'
She was hailed as a living deity among people because of her abilities in exorcism; it was believed that she even visited hell a few times to capture spirits, and seeing her on TV, I had no doubts, because she was way too spiritual.
The most interesting part was that she was an atheist. It means she never believed in gods or anything superstitious in her entire life; all she ever said about her spirituality was that she was a psychic.
She never claimed to be a priest or exorcist, but seeing her miracles, people never stopped calling her an exorcist or goddess.
But personally, I never met her or even saw her; it was my first time seeing her this close. But whenever I saw her in the news, I always felt a strange energy from her, so I didn't even try to provoke her, and seeing such an emotionless capture, I was feeling quite proud of my decision. So, seeing her leave, I saw that she had strange scars on her arms and around her neck.
Feeling it weird, I thought about following her because on TV she didn't have any of these scars, but rather she was so insanely beautiful that many celebrities went out of their way for her, so seeing her beauty now, it was still beautiful, but these scars surely were not normal scars, so the moment I was about to move towards her, I felt a sharp gaze from her side, and her image started to blur out.
and a voice started to echo in my head: "Kid, better remember, what did you come here for? Or you might lose yourself in the flow of currents!"
Hearing these words, I realized the meaning behind these words, as it was clear that I wasn't just in a mere dream or some illusion; it was more like my spirit came into the memories to look out, and due to being out of sync with myself in the memories, I got this warning that I might fade in this curiosity.
So I moved towards my other memory that was about my home, where I tell my parents about the things I saw that day, but thinking that I was messing with them, they blamed me and didn't hear my words, while soon the news spread about people finding the dead bodies because of the smell of rotting corpses.
So seeing my younger version getting scared by all this, I was surely frustrated, but my frustration won't be taking me anywhere, so I started to pay more attention to other factors, but something strange was in my house: there were no photos of my younger self in the entire house.
Despite looking so many times, I didn't find a single photo of me in my house.
Feeling it weird, I remembered that even today my photos were present in their rooms, but why were there no photos of my childhood at this time?
Because I remember my teenage years, and in my memories, Mom and Dad had my childhood photos, but why don't they have them here?
Thinking about it, I was getting more confused by every second, and my parents were also acting a bit strange since the moment they got the news that a family had an accident where the father hung himself and the wife was killed with their son.
They started to make some sketchy movements in the house, like they started closing their gates quite often, and they tried their best not to talk around my younger self. But these memories were way too strange because I don't remember either of these memories.
I remember their toxic memories and the memories where they forced me to see a psychiatrist, but these memories were way too unreal, as if they were trying to hide something from me.
The noises from their room gradually became louder and creepier, many noises that called my name, but the voice didn't sound like theirs, and whenever they came out of their rooms, they were always the same, and whenever my younger self was trying to ask them questions, they ignored his questions, as if such things didn't even happen.
But while seeing this scene, I noticed something strange: Father and Mother had the same scars as Maya around their arms, but whenever my younger self asked them about the scars, they acted like it was some kind of blessing.
Feeling it more creepy, my head started to spin pretty crazily because they were sounding way too creepy, as if they were having some kind of creepy ritual for some kind of blessings.
But seeing such memories, it felt strange, but it was more like a puzzle piece to my memories because I always felt it strange whenever I remembered how spirits purposely killed my parents and then at home, tortured them.
I have been hunting spirits for more than 4 years now, and one thing I found out was that the spirits always work on their logic, and unless a person defies that logic, they don't bother people, so seeing these memories, I realized that maybe those spirits acted like that because my own parents did something that they shouldn't have!
Damn, the more I think, the more puzzled I get. Everything is nothing but just a pile of random pieces; not a single piece aligns with my memories. I even wonder if my memories were minor or if they were just implanted in me for something major.
Well, thinking about such a mess, my head was spinning until I saw something moving in the room of Mom and Dad. Despite both being with my younger version, there was something else in their room. It was strange, but I could sense it was something more like a spirit, but it was strangely stable despite the strange energy signature.
It was way too stable, so now I knew that my parents were involved in something that cost them their lives, and here I spent my four years in depression and hatred.