Legend says that ghosts can be brought back to life if they find someone who will truly love them.
But who would love a ghost?
Starring:
One ghost
One very much alive boy
And one cabin in Canadian Wilderness
It's time to find out that just because...
"An invitation to a wedding invokes more trouble than a summons to a police court."
- William Feather
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"Wedding, wedding, wedding. Happy for you sis but — couldn't you wait a little bit more?" Mix mumbled under his breath as he parted his way with sheriff LeBlanc. They agreed to meet again, at the same spot, after four hours, giving Mix enough time to do everything he had on his imaginary to-do list.
Mix crossed the street; the snow loudly crunching under his feet, reminding him of one of the reasons why he wanted to come to the town — Christmas presents hunting! Mix was planning to spend Christmas with Earth, which meant that he had to do some Christmas shopping.
Mix rubbed his palms together, shivering a little. He forgot his gloves at the cabin and now he had to suffer approximately minus ten degrees celsius with bare hands — at least that was what the monitor in the sheriff's car showed. Pretty chill December afternoon if you ask him.
He opened the front door of the small local post office — the bell above the door, ringing alerting two older women that they have a customer.
The post office felt welcoming and way cozier than Mix was expecting. Right when he opened the door the smell of Christmas sweets entered his nose. When Mix looked down there on a small wooden table was a basket full of gingerbread in various shapes: a house, a snowflake, an angel, a star, a Christmas tree...and probably more that he couldn't see. It smelled good, but Mix wasn't the biggest fan of sweets.
In the corner of the room stood a tall Christmas tree decorated with probably everything that the two women could find with a big shiny star at the top. Mix smiled, it was pretty. If he wasn't in a Christmas mood much before, then he definitely was now. The lights were decorating the walls and when Mix looked more closely he spotted a bunch of Christmas presents under the tree.
Mix made his way towards the woman with round glasses and a big smile sitting behind the desk, "Good afternoon, young man. What can I do for you?"
"Um, hi, I wanted to ask if there isn't a letter for me."
"Name?"
"Sahaphap Wongratch."
"Can I see your ID, please?"
"Oh, yes, of course," Mix found the ID in his wallet and gave it to the woman, "here it is."
"Thailand," the woman smiled. "Your English is really good. Are you by chance Praewa's grandson?"
"Thank you, and yes I am, actually. Did you know her well?" Mix was happy to meet someone else besides Earth and both sheriffs, that knew his grandmother.
"She did come here once in a while." The woman was looking intensely somewhere behind Mix, the look of reminiscing the old times was in her eyes, "Praewa was a great woman and a friend."
