By Jessica-Ken:
MY CHRISEVE VISITOR 1đđđ
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I sat thinking of when my next job would come. Iâd just been sacked with no reason given or even a hint. It was a big blow but it seemed God wanted it to be⊠else it wouldnât have happened.
I dreaded the words that kept ringing like it was never going to stopâyouâre fired!
All I could hear.
While sipping the hot cocoa I had made for that evening, I tried to separate myself from the voice but it kept coming.
Letting out a groan I knew was that of frustration, I sipped my cocoa again and brought the mug down at the sound of the doorbell. âWhoâs there?â I stood up as my ears captured the sound.
âP-pleaseâp-please. Please let me in.â it was a female voice. An angelic one as at that.
I rushed to open the door, seeing a teenager, yay high, shaky and half terrified, from my observation, smiling faintly at me with hands and feet trembling; I quickly let her in, ushering her to the sofa, as she sat, getting ahold of my cocoa like she owned it, gulping it down in seconds.
Burpâ
OohâI smiled deep down, seeing how cute she looked, though it was unmannerly belching in such way.
She asked for my name and I told her.
âJacobââ
She smiled.
She seemed pretty shy. Well, that made me love her even more.
Love? I grinned like an idiot, uncertain about what it was. Could it be?
Her voice rolled in. âAre you alone?â
It sounded weird hearing her ask. âYes,â I gave a short reply. âIs there something youâd like?â I went further to ask.
She seemed interested staring at me. Her eyes could almost make holes on me if they were given a chance.
I couldnât help blushingâof course men do blush. Who was this girl, and what was her motive here? she looked strange.
She wasnât one of the neighbourhood kids, that I was certain about. Who was she? I couldnât help voicing out my thoughts. âWho are you?â
Her lips curved halfway. âWhy so inquisitive?â she asked, first time not being shy.
âI told you mine, didnât I?â
She gave a chuckle, a blush coating her cheeks. âCan I have a glass of water, please?â
âHuh?â
She repeated, âA glass of water, Sir?â
I frowned, relaxing my face again.
Making for the refrigerator, I got out a bottle and shut it back. I walked back to where the girl was, handing her the bottle as I watched her open it and take the content in.
I was surprised at how fast she drank it all. Poor thing. She must have been really thirstyâor worse.
âAbigailââ
âHm?â
âAbigailââ
The sound of her name got chills up my spine.
Her voice sounded coldâ
Unusualâ
I didnât like the feeling. It seemed as though there was something hidden. Something I needed to knowâ
âJake?â
âOh no!â
âWhatâs no?â Abigail looked at me. âYou gotta hide. You gottaâŠâ
She disappeared as I froze.
âJake!â
âM-MirandaâŠâ
âWhat in the world took you so long?â
I gave no answer.
âHm. I thought I heard you talking with someone?â
I brought my lips together and forced them to spread giving a not so genuine smile. âWhat are you doing here?â
She took off her jacket. âWhat am IâŠ?â
âI mean⊠how are you here?â I tried not to sound nervous. The thought of Abigail being a ghost still shook me. I couldnât tell my girlfriend all about it. Sheâd freak out.
âYou smell cheap,â she sniffed in my direction. The living room really had this smell I found hard pointing.
âSo, um, how did you get here in the snow?â
She replied, âOh, Jake darling. You know Iâd do anything just to see you.â she giggled and moved towards me.
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa la la la la, la la la la
âTis the season to be jolly
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Don we now our gayâŠ
âHi ya!â
âAbigail?â I couldnât believe she was standing right next to me.
She smiled in her usual way, not feeling shy like before, as I asked her what she was doing here.
âI came to see you. Missed ya!â she rubbed my arm as she said. She looked jolly unlike before. I was loving the mood. Are you really a ghostâI made to askâbut stopped. It was crystal clear that she was one. Didnât need a seer telling me.
Or anyone!
I wanted to ask why she chose to see me that day but my mind wasnât letting me. There must be a reason, I thought. Although I was happy seeing her, I was a bit scared.
âMm-hmm.â I cleared my throat and spoke: âYouâre cheery today. Whatâs the secret?â
She looked at me. âI am?â
I smiled. âYou are.â
She giggled and rubbed my arm again. âI just love the sweet smell of Christmas.â
I watched a sinister smile appear.
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