Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 266

“Sidney? Are you okay?” I said. I move closer to her.
She looks up at me. “You really are here. I thought I was just imagining things,” Sidney said.
“Guess I’m actually a ghost. If I’m a ghost, then I’ll assume that I have unfinished business here,” I said.
“What kind of unfinished business?” She asked.
“Well, from what I’ve see on TV, a ghost’s unfinished business is knowing how they died. Now that I think
about it, how did I die?” I remember everything else but my death! How is that possible?
Sidney shifts her gaze away from me. “I don’t know.”
“Well, do you know where we could start?” I said.
“No,” she replied.
“What do you mean? You said I died two weeks ago, you had plenty of time to find out from my family.
They would have told you since we’ve known each other for years,” I said in frustration.
“Well… We could go check at the police station? My dad might know something.” Sidney shrugged.
“That’s a start.”
Sidney and I take a drive to the police station in her parent’s old dented Volkswagen beetle. Well,
technically only Sidney did because I’m a ghost. I just floated besides her in the passenger seat.
Before we arrived at the police station, we picked up a dozen donuts along the way. Our plan is to steal the
medical examiner’s autopsy report because it is possible that the police found me when I died. We pull into
the local police station and see a couple of officers inside.
Okay, so here’s a quick summary of the plan. Sidney enters the building and gives the police officers inside
the donuts to make us seem inconspicuous. I’ll have to come up with a distraction somehow. Then, Sidney
will go to her dad’s desk and get his ID for the file room and take the autopsy report.
Before we enter the building, Sidney and I look at each other.
“Are you sure this is going to work?” Sidney questions. She raises one eyebrow.
“Of course! Officers love donuts!” I said.
“Right,” Sidney says with a deadpan expression. This is unusual...Sidney would normally be excited about
this. “Borrowing” from the police in order to help her dear old friend: Me!
We go inside. “Hello, what can I do for you Sidney?” It’s Officer Hinkley. Sidney and I have known him
for pretty much our whole lives. Since we live in a small town, everyone knows everyone.
“Hey Officer Hinkley, I got you and the others some donuts. I need something from my dad, do you know
where he is?” Sidney replied.
“Oh, thanks! They look delicious! Your dad is eating lunch right now, you wanna wait until he comes
back?”
“Yeah, I can wait.”
Now I need to play my role as the ghost… How can I make things paranormal? I only discovered that I was
ghost until a couple of hours ago...