I do not believe in ghosts.
I mean, the notion of the spirit of the departed sticking around because of some unfinished business is just absurd.
I was making that very point to my wife. But she just ignored me and kept on crying. I asked her what the matter was several times but she did not respond. I got tired and went away.
The gate was wide open. I wondered why. Where was Musa? He was a dedicated mai guard. It was unlike him to leave either the gate or his duty post. I was still standing there when an ambulance drove in.
My brother-in-law alighted, followed by a stranger. Musa suddenly materialized. All three went into the house.
I followed them to the bedroom. Stretched out on the bed was me. Very dead.
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