All About Love

Ghost Love

Once upon a time there was a man. He lived in a dilapidated abandoned house situated far away from human civilization. A poor fellow having only a blanket, a bed and a broken piece of mirror as belongings. However he didn't live in that house all alone. Under his creaking old bed lived a ghost. Rather than living it was more like the ghost slept under the bed. All day long at that. By the way, it was male ghost. Probably died single as he lazed around 24/7.

The man would hear the ghost's relatives nagging at him all night long, till the first ray of sunrise could be seen. Every single day a group of young, adult and old ghosts would gather near the man's bed and reprimand the lazy ghost under his bed. The shouts would revolve around something like, "You useless fool!" "A disgrace for ghosts!" "All you do is sleep!" and as for the response.....it was an indifferent deep sleep snore each and every time.

The man had also wondered how a ghost can sleep so much. He wasn't really afraid as his position wasn't really suitable for him to complain about his ghost roommate. Poor have no fear as some say. And on top of that the roommate wasn't really dedicated to his ghost job as it seemed. Thus, the man led his life peacefully every day except for the times when the ghost's relatives would make trouble for him to vent their anger at the lazy ghost. That was somewhat bearable so he just let it be.

Finally one day, the curious man couldn't resist and decided to have a talk with the ghost under his bed. He was also a single man so maybe he would be able to motivate the single ghost to at least stay awake at some point of time in the whole 24 hours of a day.

As a result, the ghost never woke up to his call. Indeed a disgrace to ghosts. The man couldn't help thinking.

Days passed with the ghost dead asleep every day, indifferent to the reprimands. The man wondered when the ghost even woke up. Well...not that waking up had any benefit. The ghost was already dead with no stomach to fill after all.

The poor man went out to work every day for his one meal a day and was somewhat envious of that ghost under his bed. Maybe he should also die by starving himself....

Either way, the ghost had no existence other than his slight snoring heard every day.

One day, the man returned from his work. It was 6 in the evening and he washed up before lying on the bed. Just before he was about to close his eyes, a ghastly pale face came right in front of him, two completely pitch black eyes staring right into his brown ones.

He was frightened dumb. He couldn't and didn't scream but his heart was beating out of his chest. Well...poor had no fear but he was a human in the end. These supernatural scary features scared the shit out of him!

He didn't move and just blinked his eyes, stiffly looking at the ghost in front of him. After a minute, he heard a very unpleasant broken voice, "Call... her... back..."

The man was shocked for a moment then was diverted by the question. Huh? Her? Who her? The ghost's killer or something?

He calmed down and then asked, "Who her?"

The broken voice of the ghost said again, "She...who....woke....me...up"

The hell?

Woke him up?

The voice continued, "She...went...back....into....the...mirror.."

What the hell was this ghost talking about?

The poor man was going crazy about what to do about the ghost that was just babbling nonsense.

He couldn't help but ask again, "Who woke you up? And what mirror are you talking about?"