13 Sleeping with a ghos

David woke up to discover he was now scooping a pillow and Nevaeh was gone. He felt simmering anger, he threw the pillow away and underneath it was another letter containing the same write up from the previous morning.

Now the whole drama was puzzling and strange. After their conservation yesternight, she still left without informing him. What kind of game was she playing? Where is she rushing to early hours of the morning? Could it be to meet another boyfriend or her parents before they woke up? Why does she not talk about herself? Where does she come from every night? What does she spend her day doing? How come her first name is the only thing he knows about her? Why is the sex so pleasurable and interesting like it wasn't of this world? How come a birthmark on a dead girl was on her at exactly the same spot? Is it even possible? All these questions and more rushed through his head and not even one could he provide a reasonable answer to. Still confused and in search of an answer, he went to work.

He got to work and the mystery got even bigger, the body from yesterday wasn't in locker 3. Scared to the marrows he began a search for it again. He went straight to locker 66 and you guessed it right she was there; wearing a strangely done makeup.

David fell in fright, his heart beating out of control. What is happening to me? He wondered. This isn't funny at all. Was someone joking with him? He is damn sure now that he left her in locker 3 and cleaned her damn face. The other guy in night shift better has a damn good explanation for this bullshit.

Angered at whoever was behind this sick shit show, he slowly stood up. She was dead, and the dead can't harm the living. He took a closer look at her face. Her face slowly formed in his mind; he knows her. Could this be the same person he had sex with a few hours ago? Jesus! She is the one. His heart was pounding and he felt as if every hair on his body turned instantly grey. But that's not possible; spirits can't have sex with people still alive. Or was he dead too? You can't be dead, idiot, you are still breathing in this detergent contaminated air. The voice in his head told him.

Then how was it possible for her to be at his bed yesternight and still be here this morning? Does it mean she dresses up from here every night to come to make love with him? Just the thought of it made him sick all over and his stomach twisted. It sent goosebumps over his skin. He fell back down on the floor; gave himself a hot slap to wake up from this unending nightmare but he felt the sharp pain of his hand against his cheek which further proved he is wide awake and this was his new reality. He kept slapping till he broke down crying like a child.

A few minutes afterwards, a leap of hope ignited in him. There is still one way to be certain whether he has been fucking the ghost of an accident victim. He embraced himself, stood up, wiped away his tears and headed to where the belongings of the corpses are kept.

He sorted out her belongings; the perfume from that first night on the bus filled his nostrils again; the gown she has been wearing to visit him was there among her things. He turned on her phone, it was password protected but her picture was on the background.

He once again took a closer look at the picture; he was now certain it was her; she is the one; the girl visiting him for two nights now. The blank look on her face, the coldness in her eyes and that thin smile on her lips; it was definitely her.

On her ID, the name was Heaven Solomon but she said her name is Nevaeh. Could they be two different people? That will be a relief; but how could they have the same birthmark, look alike and involved with him at the same time. The coincidence was just too much to be true.

He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.