Chapter 13

And so, I told her everything that had been happening without leaving any details out. I told her about the pancake batter that was magically rectified and that I thought it was her doing. I told her about what happened at my apartment on Friday evening after I closed from work.

I also told her about how the ghost had raided my refrigerator and cleared everything in it while also tempering my cooking as well as cleaning my apartment after turning it into a disaster zone. 

“Wow, that's shocking and funny at the same time. Are you sure you are talking about a ghost here?“ Cassie chuckled after I had narrated my ordeal with the ghost to her. 

I threw my hands in the air, “Seriously, Cassie, I just told you about how my foodstuffs magically disappear from my refrigerator, and that's what you ask me? To answer your question, no, I'm not talking about a Genie,“ I said, sarcastically.

“No offence, Ama. But I don't think this ghost means any harm to you. It's probably just a wandering ghost who misses the taste of human food.“ 

"Then it should go camping in a supermarket and not in my house! It ate my pizza, for crying out loud!" 

“Hahaha, I never knew I would see the day whereby another person could make you feel this infuriated. I thought Gerald was doing a nice job in that aspect," Cassie laughed. 

"This is no joking matter, Cassie," I said as I stood up from the chair and entered my office. I didn't bother closing the door because I knew she was right behind me.

“So, what do you plan on doing? Change apartments?” She asked me as she made herself comfortable on the chair in front of my desk. 

"Nope, I'm not going to let it win the battle.” 

"But, it's not that terrible. Look on the bright side, this ghost helps you clean your house,“ she teased me. 

"Yeah, like that's what I need in my life right now. To wake up in the morning and see my vacuum cleaner magically moving by itself and then I would say. ‘Hey, Mr Ghost, go clean the fucking bathroom, "I replied, sardonically.

“Come to think of it, that wouldn't be so ba-" 

"Finish that statement and you would have this mug on your head before you can even say the word, Martins," I threatened.

"Hahaha... take it easy barracuda. Has it hurt you in any way?“ 

“No, it hasn't. Just the constant disturbance which is giving me a headache.“ 

"Then, that's okay. We just search for ways to get rid of a ghost. There should be lots of ideas on the internet.“ 

"Yeah, that's the only reasonable thing you have said since I told you about this issue."

"What can I say, I was born to tease you," she laughed.

"Yeah, yeah. Now, go to your office and work. I need some peace and quietness in my life.“ 

“Aye, captain!" She shouted as she stood up from the chair. “But, seriously Ama. From what you've said, this ghost doesn't sound bad. I just have a feeling that it's seeking attention. Just think about it." 

“Yeah, it wouldn't be so bad if only it would stop trying to cook,'' I whispered before she shut the door to my office. 

Calvin stood alongside his brother Drew in Amanda's kitchen while going through her foodstuffs. He had been asking him to prepare a meal for him, but Drew refused. Try as he may, Drew had no choice but to give in to his brother's demand. He knew that resisting Calvin - the disturber - all day would have been a lost cause. 

“Rappelle-moi pourquoi je dois encore cuisiner pour too (Remind me why I have to cook for you again)" Drew facepalmed. 

"Parce que tu és le seul fantome que je connaisse qui soit un chef (Because you're the only ghost whom I know is a chef)" Calvin replied. 

“Wrong, Mason is also a chef. Why not ask him to prepare a dish for you?“ 

“Nope, I'll pass. I like to have my head intact even as a ghost," Calvin pouted 

"How are you even sure she has all the ingredients needed for preparing a Coq Au Vin Blanc?“ 

“Oh, you don't need to worry about that. She restocked the fridge after I emptied it.“ 

“Et vous voulez encore matter? (And you want to empty it again?)," Mason asked as he appeared in the kitchen. 

“No, what do you mean? I just want to have some Coq Au Vin Blanc. By the way, Mason is a sous chef and you're the executive chef" Calvin replied nonchalantly. 

"That doesn't mean you… wait a minute! Calvin, how do you know what kind of chefs we are?“ Drew asked. 

“Yeah, I was just about to ask the same question. The only memory we have is that we are chefs, but we never knew what our speciality was. So, how come you know that vital information?“ Mason contributed.

"Do you by any chance remember something?“ Drew asked. 

‘Umm... how do I explain this? Let's just say I had a little flash of imagery of us when I was trying to scare Panda over the weekend.“ 

“So you were only able to remember what our specialities were? Was there nothing else you could recall?“ Mason asked 

"Umm. We were working in a restaurant that started with the name Wal-“ Calvin answered as he looked at his brothers hoping they had an idea of what it was. 

Mason complained, “That's not a complete name."

“Yeah, my memories were all jumbled up and I couldn't see it completely. What I could vividly remember is the fact that there were four chefs in the kitchen. Mason was a sous chef, Drew was the executive chef and I was the saucier and Leon was the pastry chef." 

“Leon?“ Drew and Mason chorused. 

“Yeah, I heard you calling someone by that name. I don't even know who he is, “ Calvin said, shrugging his shoulders. 

“And you didn't think of telling either of us about these memories you had?“ Mason questioned. 

"I was planning on doing that after Drew cooked for me. It wasn't an easy task scaring Panda." Calvin whined. 

"I don't even know if what you did can be classified as a scare. You were just filling your tummy to her detriment,” Drew countered.