The Mind Creative OCT 2013
“Does that scare you?” I asked cautiously.
“No.”
“Good. Not all ghosts are bad,” I remarked with a smile.
“Do you believe in these rumours?”
“I think that there is an element of truth in all this.”
He smiled wryly at me. “I don’t believe in ghosts. Have you ever seen
one?”
I did not want to tell him what I had seen. My only ghosts were my
memories.
“How long have you been here in this town? You would surely know my
uncle Fred Grundy,” he said.
“Of course I know Fred. Have known him for the last fifty years now,” I
said, looking away.
He must have seen the misty look in my eyes. He paused before the
next inevitable question.
“Did you lose anyone in the 1962 train crash?” he asked.
My answer was a well-rehearsed one.
“I lost everyone in my family. Everyone,” I muttered looking down.
An awkward silence ensued.
“Are you married?” I asked, just to divert attention away from the
topic.
“Oh, yes,” he said proudly. “We have a son. He is two years old.”
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