lar

unless you pay off your debts." That was what John

ld bury him. The hospital refused because I owed them. It's not like I wasn't going to p

ld make money and bury my father, but every time I spent alon

e and cease to exist. Memories of the

a call from an unknown number, and when I p

lliams?" The person

lling. It could be a fraudster or the loan sharks I

?" I finally s

otimi, so I waited for what he had to say next. "You may not recognize me."

d to say anything. What contract was he talking abou

aited for five seconds before

thing else. "I am not a faker alright. How do I know you are a physiotherapist? " How d

t was not my problem at the moment, as I was still trying to figure out who the caller

f a joke, which he failed at. "Meet me at the address I will send to you in four days. Unti

read out the message

lly the CEO, who was responsible for designing the beautiful buildings in Mecianda and around the world. There was no other person in the country who shared a su

r hit my face as I jumped on the couch. I had finally got some

sat down and thought of what would happen if I got rejected or if

g. "That's it." I stood up from the couch and ra

e trophy I got when I was in middle school and the only picture

she gave me a weird look, probably because she recognized me and knew how much money I o

d, and she nodded, not bothering to raise h

t of my house and took the bus to the hospital. I needed

er attention as she raised her head

always saw her in the news and how generous she was. It's not my problem, anyway. "Why are you here to see him? Are you even relat

ee him." It'

n looked at her computer. "Mr. Whitemore h

ed him yesterday, I th

to settle your father's bills and get him out of h

o bury my father so badly that I'd do anything for him. I'd wait five days if I had to, but I'd do it if it

days

o talk to my landlady. On the morning of the deadline, she bro

er, Mrs. Peters. I'll

ly, despite the fact that her mother was still alive the las

. There was no change in her mind as she was determined. "Please!" I rushed to her to beg for two more days. By then, I would have signed the contract an

pliances?" Those were the only propert

our rent in two days, I'll sell your couch and the r

my best friend's portrait and my family portraits when my mother was still alive.

o choice but to l

other surprise. My office was locked, and I found a lette

rustration when I saw the heavy padlock on the door. The only place I thought I could run to was also lo

my face as I couldn't hold it any longer. I just lost my father and got sent out of my home a

of my phone made me wipe the tears off my face and answe

nd I'm reminding y

itemore. It was my breakthrough. "I am on my way, sir," I told him and hun

I had to wait for five minutes before another taxi passed by. Don't blame the drivers, blame me for

more M

ld be ten

ride? I didn't say anything

ve. The area was filled with skyscrapers and fancy billboards with different celebrities on each one we passed

itemore mansion

er said, pointing to the name

temore M

stay in the house. They say it belongs to a ghost. " T

ne and it made me wonder if

or riding in his car

" The driver shouted and drove away, leavi

uarding the gate. I was met with pure silence. I took my phone from my pocket and

ng in front of me. It was a three-storey mansion that was beautifully designed. There were beautiful trees planted around the ma

waste money. There was no one around, as it seemed empty, but as I got to the ent

g the truth about the ghost s

y black man wearing an all-white

placed my hands on both my cheeks and let out a deafen