Paul and Barnabas breathed with relief when I admitted to the crime I didn't commit, and I can see the contentment on their faces when I keep blabbering. "You are right. I have seven demons inside me, and one of them is the prince of the demon. I have killed one thousand men and women, drank their blood and imprisoned their souls. Paul's mouth remained open as he gawked at me and asked, "why did you have two golden eyeballs?""To steal people's souls," I answered back with a grin "Holy ghost fire!" Barnabas exclaimed at my unbelievable confession, gawked at me and asked, " how many souls have you stolen so far, and what did you do what all those stolen souls?" At this moment, I no longer care but seemed to be enjoying the drama. To scare them more, I growl like a wild animal, rolling my golden pupils like a leaf on top of moving water and sticking my tongue out of my cheek. Paul who seemed not to be able to bat his eyes as he peeked at me with an open mouth asked, "tell us what w

I was the favourite in my previous life, but now, I am the black sheep. Apart from Alice who previously liked me, but now given me a reason to doubt her loyalty, others had shown that they hate me with passion. Being a poor judge of people's character in my previous life, I was surprised to be born with the instinct that made me see people beyond the facade on their faces. When I told Alice that Paul and Barnabas gave the money to me, she reacted as if she was already aware of this. 'What is she hiding, and why did she lie to me,' I asked myself, shrugged and let out, 'I did what I did because you are my only friend here. I don't care if you lied to me or not.'Knowing my mind won't rest until I find the truth out, I moaned out loud as I lay with my back on the mattress.'The most important thing is to get my task done, then I will have the chance to watch her, then find out what she is hiding from me.'I'm I jealous?.. Yes. I hate to think she lied to me.'Get a grip on yourself.

Hearing the system had no useful information made me groan with despair, sighed and dismissed the annoying glittering light with a wave of my hand. And when it blinked out of existence, I removed the white cover of the black reservoir, turned it upside, and curled up inside the bowl-shaped cover. After several minutes of admiring the stars in the sky, I close my eyes and was lost in thought. I love gazing at the stars. Maybe it is because I don't have the chance to watch the beauty that adorned the sky at night. I was so busy in my past life and anything that has nothing to do with making money is out of my way.Being born under different circumstances, I always stood in awe whenever I see the beauty of nature.'Hmm... Hmmm!'The sound of a mosquito jerked me out of my reverie.In anger, I raised my hand and targeted the tiny insect as it perched on my nose.'Gush! Did you have to sing before you suck my blood?' I descended with fury and smack my face, felt a hot sting, followed b

Based on my promise to Mother Maggie, I law low and tried to behave like a normal two years old baby. Yet still, living a normal life seemed impossible for an adult that is trapped in a baby's body. After my night on top of the water reservoir, most of the nuns who heard my story ignored me, and I was left alone most of the time.To be candid, I love my loneliness, and I sometimes summoned my only friend for chitchat. As far as I was made to believe, some souls were turned into light and automated voices, and they must monitor us and then inform us of our tasks. The systems were unfortunate souls like us, trapped in the air, and will remain messengers to the supreme beings. The system attached to me was the soul of a formal dictator of an African state, and he had been serving as a mediator between the heavenly being and their unfortunate specimen for thousands of years.And because I am in a lively mood today, I eat my meal earlier and hurried out of sight. And I was laying under

My nose caught the aroma of roasted chicken as I stepped into Mother Maggie's compartment, and without being told, I knew that a bowl of chicken is my birthday gift. "Come here, Darling... Yes-. Let me put you on the chair." For the first time since I can remember, I feel sad at the sight of the bowl of roasted chickens, and coming from my favourite company seemed not to lessen my melancholy mood. "Tea or coffee?" "Cup of tea, with lots of sugar and milk." "Did you know that too much sugar is not good for a male child?" Mother Maggie asked. She filled a cup to the brim with tea from the pewter on the table, add four cubes of sugar and lots of powdered milk, and her face twinkled with excitement as she placed the tea on the table between us. My eyes darted around for a sealed package, and Mother Maggie followed my gaze and sighed. "I learned that you love roasted chicken, and that is why I bought a bowl for you. It contains twelve pieces of chicken wings, onions and lots of pep