The Ghost At The South

It was already past midnight when Angelo finally decided to stop from driving going back to the City where he was originally from. He packed his things and made up his mind of moving back again there and never to return in the place that have been his second home for quiet sometime -- The old town at the South -- that very relaxing place where he found peace that he have been seeking for his writing career and suddenly became the place of his nightmares.

He was on the road since the afternoon trying to get rid of the truth that he just recently found out. He can't believe that such thing still exist in this modern world he lives in. A Ghost? Who would believe who if this is the topic? And who would believe that he was loving a ghost for quiet sometime now? Crap! This sounds crazy and indeed he is going crazy! How can this be so real? Can it be more terrifying than making out with a ghost on a daily basis? Does this means that he was just playing with himself all along? But he is an artist why it is so hard for him to believe that maybe, just maybe, everything was purely a product of his creative imagination. Then he could just simply move on. He is a writer anyway, so probably it is one of his imaginary character who later on became his fantasy and reality? What else could he think of now? Ah, he still has a long road to take to be in his real home again but everything will be over as soon as he gets there.

He moved out to this town at the South where he finds the living in a very slow phase. Where finding relaxation is more important than chasing money time after time. For him, this is perfect. The neighborhood are really nice to live with -- helpful, quiet, and always has the smile to offer to everybody. He couldn't ask for more because he see that the community is what he can say ideal. Although there are just sometimes that they would act weird on him. Specially whenever he's with his new found love Carla. He would think that they maybe are just jealous because she seem to be the perfect girl in town and he happened to have won her heart in a very short period of time. But he would just neglect it and go on with his private life with Carla.

His precious Carla! How can he still think of her now? When all the weirdness of his neighbors are clear to him now. Carla isn't Carla and there is no Carla living on that place at all -- or at least by now. He found out that the woman he is just beginning to spend time with was died just right before he have bought and moved to his new place. The old couple whom he bought the house was happened to be Carla's parents and later on decided to migrate to another country after all the transactions have been settled. He realized now why she was very familiar with the house even at the very first time he have brought her in. She have been living there all her life and more than he have been. And all the while he was living with a ghost girlfriend.

So strange! Now he knows why the neighbor are equally strange. It could be that he have been talking alone all the time that he was with her or they are seeing her around him-- he will never know now which of the two. But neither won't give him a satisfying answer to his confused mind. All that is clear to him now is that Carla has never really existed from the very start he moved in-- or if she even does only to his eyes and mind. And these are just the thoughts that he chose to settle his mind with and just drive away from all that nightmares.

And finally he's back to his old pad now. But only to get surprised that somebody have had reach the door before him bringing all his luggage from the compartment of his car -- CARLA.

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