The night Ita learned he could see ghosts was the night he almost became one.
It started as a cruel joke. His bullies dragged him into the ruins of an old, abandoned building at the edge of town , a place everyone said was cursed. They laughed as they shoved him inside and slammed the rusted door shut. Darkness swallowed him whole. No signal. No way out. Just the sound of his own breathing… and something else.
Footsteps.
But Ita wasn't alone.
At first, he thought fear was playing tricks on him. Pale shapes moved in the corners of his vision. Whispers brushed against his ears. Then a cold hand touched his shoulder and he saw them clearly. Faces trapped between life and death. Eyes filled with stories never told. The abandoned place wasn't empty.
It was crowded.
When the air grew too heavy to breathe and the shadows began creeping closer, the door burst open. A boy named Kiel stood there, anger, eyes steady and fearless. He had noticed Ita was missing. He had come back for him.
kiel pulled him out just as the whispers rose into a chilling chorus.
From that night on, Ita could see what others couldn't.
And the ghosts?
They had finally found someone who could see them back.