The Ghost Encounter

The Ghost Encounter - Chapter One

Sorrows and Him

I was drinking my sorrows at the usual grubby bar, having the worst day of my life. Well not the worst day, the worst week of my life. Being criticised at work, the fact my boss has a favourite photographer and constantly uses their shots for the magazine instead of mine.  Falling out with parents regarding my life choices, that I need to grow up, be mature, get married and have children, I mean yes, I want that but I am not changing who I am to get married, I want someone to accept me for me, the good, bad and ugly sides. And finally,  another failed situation ship, which again as usual leaves the bitter taste in my mouth. The fact unless you give them what they want, they just disappear and move onto the next poor victim.

So, this is where I drink the bar dry, this bar called 'The Hole In The Wall'. I'm a local of course, every time I have a bad moment, I'm always here, drinking shots of rum, playing darts, standing next to the jukebox looking miserable. But today I decided to sit at the bar which slightly confused the bartender. He noticed I had a few more than I normally have, and suggested I go for some fresh air and clear my mind. I rolled my eyes and said see you next time, he just smiles and nodded.

I left the bar, walking my typical feeling sorry for myself route back home. When it started to rain. It was like the sky sense my mood and was crying for me. The rain dropping onto my face, starting to make my hair curl, making my clothes wet. I stood on the pavement, head up, eyes closed. Taking all the droplets in, accepting their tears.

When suddenly, I hear this growling noise, maybe it was thunder coming to join me in this oh worries me moment. But then it got closer and closer. The sound vibrating in my ear. Until it stopped right next to me. I opened my eyes and turn to my side, where I saw a figure in black leather on a motorbike. Even though I couldn't see his face. I sensed him locking eyes with me.

He lifted his visor up and said in the deepest voice I've ever heard, 'Are you okay?' I stood there just staring. Until I finally lifted my head back to the sky. I can sense he was watching me. After a few minutes I heard him come off his bike and stand back to back with me. I could feel his helmet against my head. Again we stood like this for while, until I turned around, tapped his shoulder and said 'don't worry about me, the sky is crying for me.'

He turned around and for the first time I could see a tiny glimpse of his eyes. Even though they were hidden underneath the visor, they were hypnotic and dark. My throat went dry. And in a dark husky voice he said. 'I'll take you home.'

All I could do is nod. The power of him, his stare, his stance, his voice and his scent took over me. He lead me towards his bike and ushered me to get on. He then fixed the helmet on me and climbed back on. 'Where to?' He said. I told him my address and his head tilted. Not sure why. But he nodded. I snaked my arms around his waist and he drove away to our destination.

After a while we finally reached my apartment block, my clothes drenched, my white vest top now transparent and my black lacy bra showing, but did I care? No. All I was focusing on is this man I'm currently attached to. Even though he is wearing leathers, I can smell his dark smokey aftershave, hitting my nose like a shock wave.

He switched off the bike and got off, helmet still on and said 'which flat?' I mean, the conversations between us are very short, but my god they have put me in a trance. I pointed and again he tilted his head. Got to admit I like that habit. He helped me get off his bike and escorted me to the building.

We got to the front door and I turned to him about to say thank you,  but to my surprised, he opened the door with his key. I was confused, I never seen him before. Well, how could I? Being mysterious in his biker outfit. He walked in the building and then I said, 'Who are you?' He stops and with the most darkest voice that sent shivers down my spine said, 'I'm ghost'.