"Help, help me..."
"There's a ghost... Take me to a church. I want to go to a church."
"Help me..."
"How ignorant can you be? How could I possibly be a lowly creature like a ghost!"
The upside-down painting on the wall let out an indignant tirade. The man lying on the floor immediately widened his eyes, his body going rigid as he looked like he was about to faint again.
Smack!
Cyril shook out his hand. Seeing the man's right cheek turn red and his spirits return, he nodded in satisfaction. "Before I take you to a church, tell me why you broke into my home."
"Your answer will determine what happens to you. You don't naively think the police will open an investigation into your disappearance, do you?"
The man lying on the floor stiffened. He opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, the upside-down painting on the wall interrupted him. "Great master, you could simply use Spirit Channeling. That would give you the answers you need and guarantee their authenticity."
"As for the corpse, I can turn it into a Zombie. He's a little weak and a little ugly, but having a physical body in the real world would let me serve you better."
The tension and restraint on the man's face swiftly gave way to fearful unease.
"I, ahem..."
"I won't. I absolutely won't lie, really!"
So panicked was he that he could barely get the words out.
Cyril nodded slightly, stood, and took a step back to signal for him to continue.
He pursed his lips, cracked from going too long without water, and swallowed twice before continuing:
"A couple of days ago, I accepted a job to steal something at a gathering of Beyonders. The pay was a full 300 pounds,