An Unfriendly Ghost

Andrew Blake, Contributor

My cell phone rang and in a few seconds, my boss was belting out instructions for a scheduled business trip.

"We'll meet at Ferry at 7 a.m. Make sure you're on time."

"Sure boss," I agreed.

I took my last swallow of coffee and headed back into the living room where I was engrossed in a karate movie. I fought off the sleep like a Ninja to see how the 'kickers' would end.

A few days later, it was time meet the boss at Ferry. I left my jalopy in Portmore and hitched a ride with a friend.

"Morning boss," I whispered. I was late and I knew she was fuming.

"Drive," she muttered. Handing me the keys to her BMW X5.

I took off like a rocket down Mandela Highway and was soon soaring over Mount Rosser. I tried hard to focus on the road, though my boss's striking good looks had me almost mesmerised.

She had a chocolate complexion, a pretty face and a shape the average man would die for.

The silence in the car cut like a knife and I was hoping her vexation would wear off. It did, and soon we were chatting away all the way to Montego Bay. We were on a four-day trip and were to share a company house during our stay.

When we got there, I helped her with her luggage. We soon parted company and went into our separate quarters.

My section of a house had a double room with a bathroom in the middle. A passage separated the rooms. The room only had a single bed. It was kind of awkward to lie on such a small bed, so I ventured over to the other room. It had a queen bed, so I rolled over the sheet and was about to lie down. I pushed the door up, but realised that the lock wasn't working. So I placed a dumbbell behind it.

My mind told me to go back over to the other room, which I did. The air conditioning was blowing really cold and in no time, I drifted into dreamland. I left the light on in the bathroom, as the place was really dark without it.

Then I saw my boss waltz into my room.

"Turn off the light noh, Drue, an' stop waste the people dem current," she demanded.

I ignored her and continued to sleep. I was wondering what was it to her - a little light. Damn miserable, I thought.

I watched as she went down the passage and through the next room. I woke up around 4 a.m. to use the bathroom and out of curiosity took a peep into the other room. The dumbbell was still in place. Just as I had left it.

Hmm ... But I was sure I saw my boss come into my room and exit through that door, so how could the dumbbell be still there?

Could she somehow have exited the room and, by some miracle, put the dumbbell back? Impossible, I thought.

On Monday morning, it was time to hit the road. As I reversed the BMW, I looked at my boss suspiciously. What was she doing in my room at that ungodly hour of the night?

I didn't know how to ask her, as she sat there looking so innocent. Anyway, the suspense was eating away at me, so I asked.

"Boss, did you come into my room las' night"?

She looked at me menacingly and gave me an emphatic, "No, Drue." Of course, I cringed with embarrassment.

So who the hell came into my room? It was just the two of us in the house, apart from the owner, who was hardly there, and was definitely not female.

JUST A DREAM

I related the story to the boss and she dismissed it as a dream. I was convinced that it was indeed a dream. We went to Savannah-la-Mar and returned. We were both tired and decided to turn in early.

Again, I left the bathroom light on and went to sleep.

As I was drifting off to sleep, I saw the same ghostly figure come into my room. Was this another dream? This time she didn't say a word to me. She just grabbed up one of my books and started to read. I watched her as she came over to my bed and sat on my back. I tried hard to twist myself from beneath her, but found that I was unable to move.

She just sat there reading the book. In her own sweet time, she eventually got up off me and went back towards the adjacent room. I jumped out of the bed and turned on all the lights, but there was no one in the room. I looked in the other room as well. Not even a shadow was present.

"What a ghost bright!" I thought.

As we drove to work the following morning, my boss asked me if I slept well. When I told her what had happened, she decided she didn't want to sleep in that house again.

Neither did I.

Weird, but true.