Chapter 11

I opened my eyes to the bright sun that was shining through the slits of my blinds. It was morning already. The incident of the previous night was still fresh in my mind as I rolled over on my bed. What happened was still a mystery to me. The words of the security guy never departed from my head. 

Miss, are you sure it wasn't the cleaner who came to your apartment? 

Turned out my kitchen, which looked like an earthquake had happened in it, had magically become a relaxation centre. It looked like I was hallucinating the whole incident of broken eggs and flour. There wasn't even a speck of dust in my kitchen and believe me, I couldn't remember cleaning it to that extent. Hell, I couldn't even remember the last time I cleaned it at all! 

Hence, I was beginning to feel that my house was haunted. I got up from my bed and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth after which I took a bath. Today was a Saturday, so I wouldn't have to go to work. Putting on a short and singlet, I walked to the living room with the sole intention of watching a movie and snacking on some leftover snacks from the refrigerator. 

In simple terms, I was just going to relax at home and have a good time with myself 

Halfway through the movie, I decided to distract myself and text Cassie. I was hoping she could have come over, so we could talk about what happened. I wouldn't want to disgrace myself again by informing security about a break-in, only for them to find nothing out of the ordinary. 

Want to hang out at my apartment?

My phone chimed immediately with an incoming text from Cassie.

I can't Ama. I'm sorry. Today is deployment day for Martins and my mum is coming over. 

I chuckled when I read the last part of her message. Cassie's mum was a sweet and loving woman, but she could be annoying when she started talking about marriage. She believed Cassie wasn't getting any younger and it would do her good to stop wasting her time with Martins. 

Speaking of Martins, I wonder where he was going to be deployed this time around.

That's too bad. Good luck! I replied. 

Thanks. I will be needing lots of that with my mum. 

I laughed at her last message as I shoved my phone into the pocket of my shorts and headed over to the kitchen. Nothing was going to stop me from having breakfast. I didn't care if my house was being haunted by a vengeful ghost or not. It would have to take a chill pill because I was hungry. 

This cannot be happening right now, I shouted as I opened the refrigerator. 

My refrigerator has been emptied. And when I say empty, I mean that there was absolutely nothing in it. Not even a can of water! 

I think I must be hallucinating again. 

I closed the refrigerator and hoped that everything in it would magically reappear when I opened it again, but the reality of the situation was that nothing happened. 

My leftover pizza is gone! 

Don't even get me started on the ice cream which I've been saving to go alongside it for today. 

Why is this happening to me? Why do I have to get stuck with a hungry ghost in my apartment? 

I was actually sulking as I went back to the living room. I sat down on the couch and thought of my next line of action. There was no point ordering take-outs because the greedy ghost in my house was just going to eat it. 

I needed to think of something worth a counterattack. Something that would teach that greedy ghost not to mess with me. No one touches my pizza and expects to go scots free. 

Damn, I had plans for it this morning, I cried.

Thinking of a payback plan for a ghost wasn't as easy as I thought. Twenty minutes on G****e and I couldn't come up with anything substantial.

Serves me right. 

What was I thinking when I googled how to carry revenge on a ghost? Was I going crazy already? 

Wait a minute! I've got a perfect idea! 

Since the ghost loved my kitchen so much, then I was going to give it a wonderful surprise.

It's time for Amanda's cooking show. 

I hurriedly made my way back to the kitchen to check if I had the resources to make a cake.

Yes, I was going to make a cake and it was going to be something a ghost had never tasted before. Scratch that, no human in their right senses would want to eat a cake made by me, except if they would gladly love to shit their intestines away.

Fortunately, I had everything I needed, There were still eggs and milk from my last trip to the supermarket, which I haven't placed in the refrigerator due to my laziness. 

This was one of those times that I was grateful for being tardy. 

The flour was still intact, thanks to the cleaning ghost. Putting on an apron and placing a bowl on the kitchen counter, I began my mission. I made sure that I wasn't following the procedure stated in the cooking book because I wanted it to come out terrible. 

I placed butter, salt, and some eggs into the mixer. Then I poured three cups of flour into it and allowed it to mix After that, I put a tablespoon of baking soda and two tablespoons of vinegar into the mixture and allowed everything to mix up together. 

I laughed devilishly. the greedy ghost was going to be in for a big surprise. After ensuring that everything was mixed perfectly well, I turned it into a cake pan and added some diced onion on top. 

Now, that was something you don't get to see every day. Onions in a cake - that's going to be terrible!