The Ghost and Me, Part 2 an Investigation Starts

Part 2 An Investigation Starts

That afternoon I returned to my apartment and tendered the plants. They looked to be dry from the heat that day, so I went about watering and playing music, which especially helped my satisfaction too. After I tendered the plants, I started making dinner and preparing for Samantha, hoping she’d like the meal. I cleaned up the apartment and ensure that my bedroom had fresh sheets, though I knew that she would not be joining me there. After I had finished, I waited for her arrival and hopefully the coming event of tonight. I hoped that Samantha wouldn’t be disappointed and whatever I dreamt was actually there.

By the time that Samantha was due to arrive I made dinner and changed to present myself in a better light for her. I was nervous hoping that she would come to see me as a friend and not as some kook, though I may have been hoping for too much from this woman. As time wove on, a knock came at the front door to my apartment. I went and opened the door and standing there, all business like was Samantha, who I ushered into my place.

At first Samantha looked around and saw the lounge room and balconies. Though she didn’t say much I hoped that she may have been impressed. I showed her my room where I believed that the apparition visited me on the previous nights. Samantha looked around the room, made several notes and we left. I showed her the rest of my apartment, including the bathroom and other bedroom. Again she made notes and her attitude seemed more business like than when she first came through my front door. I allowed her to freely wander my place so I could continue preparing dinner.

I offered her some wine to drink, when she looked at me and glared. She said, “I’m not here to be wined and dined. You said there’s a ghost here, and if there’s anything less than that, I’ll ensue to cut your balls from your body.” I was taken back by the hostilities this woman showed. I told her that was not my intention I only wanted to make sure that she was comfortable, whilst in my home. Samantha relaxed a little, though her demeanour seemed that she either hated me or all men. I wondered how she was so forthcoming to my friend, given that I considered him to be a chauvinist.

I asked Samantha if she would like dinner as I prepared more than enough for myself. She accepted and we sat down to eat. During dinner I spoke with her about her life, but she abstained from really giving an answer, except for a yes or no. Then I turned my attention onto para-psychology and at the questioning of this doctorate, Samantha started to show her true love for life.

She told me that she had gone to a University in Orange, NSW, where she studied psychology. That she had started that semester into her master degree that year under her brilliant teacher. As I listened the more she spoke of this teacher the more I came to understand that the teacher may have been the real interest, or he was exceptionally brilliant. Samantha never told me why she had gone into that field of study, or anything about her life that would hint in that direction, so I never pried into it.

After dinner I allowed Samantha the run of my place. I tried to make conversation about her life, especially if she liked men or not. But, she wasn’t talkative in this area. As the night wore on, I made coffee and discussed the visitations of the previous nights. After being interrogated over each detailed, several times, I was growing tired. After the inquisition, I decided that I wanted to retire to my room for sleep. I offered her a blanket and pillow so she could rest on the longue, during her vigil. I didn’t think that she wanted a room and she made no mention of it before.

She took the offered coverings and soon after I left her, retired to my room where I undressed, as I did every night, then opened my book and began to read. I could hear the TV softly in the next room, but wasn’t perturbed by it. I allowed the book to consume me and soon my eyes became heavy, as it had done every other night. So, I closed my book and turned off the light.

I slept deeply until the room brightened around me, with a feeling that the apartment had come alive. Then, as before, the heavenly apparition of this woman, with red hair, seemed to be above me. She smiled and spoke to me that she loved me for the way I restore the plants and the home, and that she felt a longing towards me. Then the apparition lowered her body until it came in contact with mine. The electricity that passed between our bodies electrified my senses. The arousal, made by this woman, heightened my senses.