Suzanne stepped out of Knewton University’s hallway entrance with her trusty red toolbox swinging in her hands. As she bounced towards her car, she took a look at her surroundings and marvelled at all the students around her. She never did attend university, having already started her business at a tender age of 18. The youngsters seemed to live in a whole different world. For a brief moment, she wondered what life would have been like if she had been born a normal girl.
Then she shook her head. Get a grip Suzanne Summers.
She opened her car door, hopped in, and started the engine. As she revved away, she missed seeing a black mist forming in the shadows at the entrance of the hallway. In fact, no once seemed to the ominous dark matter. No one could see it.
It stayed there for quite some time as if confused. What was it here for again?
Then, as a young woman walked out of the entrance, she seemingly brushed against the black mist. In an instant, her face turned ghoulish, she lost consciousness and slumped onto the ground. Students around her rushed to her aid as the black mist floated away.
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D-Day - 5
Tom sat in his office cubicle, his back hunched over his desk as he stared blankly at the glass vial. He was supposed to prepare the lecture notes for his next class, but his mind kept replaying the scenes from earlier on today.
He had noticed Suzanne Summers the moment she stepped into the lecture hall. She had walked in just a few minutes after he had started his lecture. And as she strode in behind Richard the redhead, she had caught his eye. There was a quiet air of confidence in her walk, and a twinkle in her eye when she had approached him. But what he remembered the most about her was her voice. It was warm and rich, soothing to the extent that it became somewhat hypnotic. And that was perhaps why he had thought she was a con artist in the first place.
But then she had mentioned his late mother’s name. Yvonne Long. Not many people knew that name. In fact, the only person who knew his mother’s name was the orphanage’s Directress.
But ghosts don’t exist. You know that. He thought to himself.
He was so absorbed with his internal debate that he failed to notice his colleagues talking about a student who had seemingly crumpled to the ground.
“The medical officer said she aged 30 years,” one said.
“Oh, come on, that can’t be. You know how the MO exaggerates,” another replied.
“But I was there, and I saw her…It’s not normal. It’s like her lifeforce was sapped out of her,” another chipped in.
“Hey, Tom, earth to Tom. You heard about Emily from Socio-Economics?” the first one leaned over, waving his hand in front of Tom’s face.
“What’s that glowing vial? Another one of your toys?” the same lecturer asked.
Tom stood up abruptly.
“Let the Dean know I need to take the day off,“ he began packing his laptop bag.
His colleagues looked at him quizzically. It was unlike Tom to take a sudden leave. He practically lived at the university.
“Where are you heading to?” they asked.
“I’ve got to check something out at St. John’s Hospital.”
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D-Day – 3
The apartment was dark, save for a single source of light coming from the bathroom. In it, steam could be seen rising from the shower floor as warm water splashed onto Tom Bank’s naked body from the showerhead.
He was hunched over, with his head facing down, and an outstretched hand pressed against the wet wall. Droplets of water dripped from his hair and slid down his bareback as he stood under the shower motionless. No one would have been able to tell, but tears were forming from the corner of his eyes as he cried silently.
He had visited the hospital and found out that his maternal mother had just passed away less than 3 days ago, contrary to what Wendy Letterman, the directress of the orphanage had led him to believe.
He had grown up thinking that his mother had died giving birth to him and that his father had met with an accident just before he was born.
It was all a lie.
He threw a punch at the wall, mouth grimacing in pain. He could endure physical pain. But it was the pain from abandonment that hurt him more.
He had gone to see Wendy. After much persuasion, she finally relented and admitted to Tom that the birthday and Christmas gifts all came from his late mother. She had been keeping a tab on him all these years, never once failing to buy him presents.
And yet, she never showed up.
Why now? After all these years?
His mother had left him her belongings. They weren’t much. He could tell she wasn’t well off and that she had no family of her own. In fact, she had been working at the soup kitchen for the past decade. Why hadn’t she come to look for him?
I need to know.
His head snapped up and he wiped his face with the palm of his hand before turning off the shower. Tom stepped out of the shower and threw on a bathrobe around his taut muscular body. He went to his bedroom and fished out the glass vial from his drawer. He shook it and it glowed.
It didn’t look like tonic water. Tom was curious as to what chemicals Suzanne Summers had used. He wasn’t so crazy about opening the vial though. What if it was acidic? Or what if the liquid had some adverse side effects?
He decided that he would seek her out. He needed to know how she came to know of Yvonne Long.
"He's coming!"Suzanne glanced up from her tablet to see an excited looking Yvonne Long squealing like a little girl.
Yvonne stayed where she was, not inching forward at all, worried that her son would faint for another time. But of course, Tom didn’t. He gathered himself within seconds, enough for him to look at Suzanne and whisper, “Is that my mother?”He had memorized her face from the identification card that he retrieved earlier from the hospital. Surely this was some kind of trickery?“It’s me, I’m Yvonne Long. I’m your mother Tom,” Yvonne said softly, speaking directly to her son for the first time in 3 decades. Relief washed over Yvonne’s face. She could finally meet her son face to face. She started weeping, wiping her translucent tears with her shimmery hospital gown.Tom looked at Suzanne, unsure of what to do. Here was a woman, no, a ghost who looked like his mother, crying in front of him. He never could stand seeing a woman cry, let alone the ghost of his
D-Day-3 The black mist emerged, having made its way its up the apartment stairway, emerging at the very top floor. It slithered towards Suzanne Summer's front door and tried t
Tom dug in. There was a ragged doll that had lost an eye, a chocolate wrapper, a pink bow tie, a photo of the little girl and her mother, and a little plastic piggy bank. The girl crouched next to Tom and pointed at the piggy bank.Tom pulled it out. The purple piggy bank was semi-transparent and Suzanne could see that there were some dollar notes and coins in them.You want to give this to your mommy?” she asked.The little ghost girl nodded in excitement. Suzanne's heart broke. She recalled begging for her own mother to stay, in exchange for all the money in her piggy bank.Oh, God. She came back here just to give her mother her savings.The little girl had travelled all the way to Suzanne's apartment just so she could give her mother her savings.The ghost pointed to the photo too. In it, the little girl was sti
Tom stood at the door of Suzanne’s apartment, seemingly not wanting to leave. He held onto the door, faked a cough and asked her one more time, “You sure you’ll be okay with little missy here?”Suzanne laughed. Surely he wasn’t that attached to the little ghost girl?“We’ll be fine. Her time has come. I’ll need to send her on her way.”Tom scratched the back of his head, “Well, alright then.”He bent down and looked at the little girl. He couldn’t see her face still, her features were all a blur, probably due to the drowning, but he smiled at her nonetheless. “You take care okay? You’re in good hands.”The little ghost nodded her head silently. He looked back up at Suzanne who stood right next to them.“Yvonne’s waiting for you, Tom,” Suzanne reminded h
It was nightfall, the moon shone brightly in a cloudless night and Tom stood in front of the Banks’ residence. Unbeknownst to Yvonne and Suzanne, he had been here before. But only as a guest. He had been invited to the Mayor’s ball the last Christmas as a guest and speaker. He had even chatted with William Banks that night and had found the man to be as charming as the media had made him out to be.“You look like someone I used to know,” William had laughed as they stood by the firewall, sipping Chardonnay while a violinist strode past them playing Last Christmas.Did I remind you of Yvonne? He thought to himself. Life would certainly have been vastly different had he grown up a member of the Banks family, and not just someone who bore the same surname.But what’s past is past. I’m here to say goodbye to him.Tom stepped up to th
D-Day - 1Suzanne had just stepped out of her shower when she heard her doorbell rang. She hastily grabbed her robe and put it on before heading towards the door. On the security screen was the face of Tom Banks. She glanced at the clock on her wall. It was past midnight.Didn’t we agree to meet in the morning? She thought to herself. She turned on the microphone.“Hey, Tom!” she croaked. Great. I sound like a frog.“Sorry to intrude. But um, can I come in?” he looked like a sad puppy. A hot sexy looking sad puppy.Heck, you can do more than come in…she thought before biting her lips.“Sure. Hang on. I’ll open the door.”She hastily tied her hair in a ponytail and tightened her robe. Her worn out robe had seen better days. She wished she had on
The dawn of a new day did not make way for the glory of the morning sun. Instead, what greeted Suzanne was a heavy downpour. One she had never witnessed before. The sky flashed with lightning and roared with thunder. If she hadn’t glanced at the clock on the wall, she would have thought that it was still midnight. But the shorthand of the clock had already reached 9.She groaned and sat up, only to see a sleeping Tom on the floor. He was curled up in a catlike position, the blanket had been kicked off sometime during the night. Suzanne smiled and bent down from the comfort of her bed to cover him with the blanket gently.They had kissed and touched each other the night before but did not progress further. Instead, Tom had held her in his arms as they talked. She wished Tom hadn’t been such a gentleman.She rose from the bed and tiptoed over to her office and almost let out a scream when she saw Yv