The Ghost Encounter

The Ghost Encounter - Chapter Two

                                                                           The Hunt And Park

I need to find him, that's all I kept thinking about when I was getting dressed, doing my make up, spraying my favourite perfume, listening to the radio while constantly looking down at his chain around my neck. All morning I was just in a trance, I couldn't eat anything at lunchtime, constantly pacing around the flat, all that was in my head was I need to find him, I have to find him, I will find him. With my determine mind on, I got my handbag, airpods, keys and left my flat. My first protocol is the flat opposite. I know it isn't his flat opposite, that would be lucky if it was, but properly it's a friend or family members flat, but still, I need to know. I knocked on the door and waited. Knocked on the door and waited again. Started to tap my foot with frustration, I knocked one last time. And there was no answer. 

With gritted teeth, I started to walk down the stairs when my phone went off. It was my friend Mikey, wanting a catch up with me. She has always been a good friend to me, listening to all my woes, whether its regarding work, family and love. Even though our idea of love is slightly different. She wants the fairy-tale romance, sweeps you off your feet, prince charming and to be fair she has that with her boyfriend. I don't, yes i want romance, but i love the thrill, the fire, the passion, the craving for one another, desperate for each other, can't leave each other alone type of relationship. And whoever the guy is that I end up with, not only has to be obsessed with me and vice versa but sexually can fulfil my needs. And when I mean fulfil, I mean the raw, hot, domineering, kinky sex needs.

If you saw me you'd think I was this innocent, shy, quiet, just quite well a standard girl. But I'm not, I have tattoos, I like to drink, get myself into trouble. A rebel you might say. If someone said don't behave in that manner, it makes me want to do it more. My parents don't get me wrong are lovely, but they are very opinionated,  especially my mum. She met my dad at a young age, got married and had me and my twin brother. My brother went down the same path as my parents, work wise as well as relationship wise. Only had one girlfriend and married her. Me? no, I have had a numerous of jobs before actually becoming a photographer. Relationship wise exactly the same and they don't get that. So my routine phone call from them can be very draining, and I feel like such a disappointment to them. Hence why I moved away, to be myself without the unimpressed eyes on me all the damn time. I'm a free spirit and I'd like to keep it that way.

I messaged her back to say i'll be there, left the apartment block and got an Uber to my destination: The Dark Roast Cafe.

When I finally got to the cafe, Mikey was already at our usual table and of course she got my usual order, caramel cappuccino with carrot cake. I smiled and took my seat. 'You look like shit Emz,' she said sipping her coffee. 'Thanks Mikey, its been one of those weeks again.' I said rolling my eyes. 'Oh what? the I am very disappointed in you child talk, the your shots are crap, but they aren't, its only because I fancy the other photographer, seriously your boss is a stupid prick and finally another dude who is emotional not available.' She said in her sarcastic tone. 'Yes, of course, and well ummm.' I said not giving her eye contact. She raised her eyebrow, which is the signal for spill the tea. So I told her, told her everything that happened last night. She took every bit of it in and her facial expressions were interesting. Her eyes could tell me what she was thinking, and she knew what I wanted to do.

'So basically, you want to find him for what reason?' She replied after a short thinking pause. 'Well, he intrigues me Mikey, he clearly knows who I am because of the flat and key situation, he was different to the others, I felt protected but claimed, and he also left this chain. I just want to know his story and if it was just a one night thing. if it was, at least I should give his chain back, it must be important to him.' I said looking and clutching onto the tag.