Part 2

Ah Heng opened his eyes to find himself staring at his son.

"Pa," said Derick. "Are you okay? I had found you on the floor when I got in this morning. You didn't answer when I knocked. Luckily I have a spare set of keys."

Ah Heng stared at his son in a daze. He was lying on his sofa staring up at his son.

"I er..." Ah Heng didn't know where to begin. "I must have fainted."

"I think its time for you to come and live with us. You've been alone in this flat for too long. What if something were to happen to you? The neighbours may not be able to help you."

Upon hearing the word 'neighbours', Ah Heng jumped up and ran to the kitchen window. Mr Tan's kitchen didn't show any signs of it being occupied. Perhaps what he saw last night was just his imagination.

"No son, I would never want to bother you and your wife." he replied still staring out of the window.

"Pa, its ok-- what are you looking at?" asked his curious son.

"Nothing." Ah Heng replied nervously. He could not afford to tell his son what he had seen last ngith for Derick might think he was insane or something.

Sighing, Derick got up. "I'm leaving now. I hope you change your mind someday."

The door clicked shut and his flat was once again quiet. Then something happened which Mr Tan could not believe his imagination. He thought he had seen a shadow move in the abandoned kitchen!

Ah Heng sqinted and stared. The shadow was no where to be seen. Was he going crazy?

The neighbour

It was just another warm evening at a HDB flat in
Hantu Rd. Sixty two year old Ah Heng sat on a stool
reading the evening news in front of his dirty
electric fan trying to keep cool. The Singapore
weather had been too warm lately. It was just no use
taking a shower in this country. No matter how much he
scrubbed and bathed, he would stink again after
stepping out of the shower. It was just a waste of
time.

Scratching his armpits, he propped up one hairy leg on
another stool next to him and granted in disgust. Tsk!
The stupid 4D results had failed to meet his
expectations again. He tossed the papers aside and
stared out of his window. The pretty lady downstairs
was no where to be seen in her kitchen. He sighed and
brushed away his lecherous thoughts. Maybe he should
make himself a cup of milo. Then something caught his
attention.

It was his neighbour's window. Well, ex-neighbour
actually. There was a dim light shining from the
kitchen window which was just directly opposite his.
It couldn't be. Mr Tan had passed away 7 months ago.
The flat had been vacant ever since.

He leaned out of his window and squinted hard. A
ghostly figure seems to be moving around the kitchen.
It was a man. His skin was so pale and oh my gosh! He
bore a striking resemblance to the dead Mr Tan! Ah
Heng's pulse begin to race. He frozed. The figured
glared at him. Ah Heng recoiled. It then retreated
back into the hall. Was that a ghost he had just seen?

He reached for the phone but hesitated. Who should he
call? At once Ah Heng felt like he was getting a heart
attack. He gasped and choked clutching his chest. The
next thing he knew, he blacked out.

What will happen to Ah Heng? Who or what is that
ghostly figure doing in the dead Mr Tan's flat? Tune
in to find out in my next blog. Akang datang at a
computer near you...

NB: Akang Datang means coming soon.

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Tears streamed down her face as the Peter read out the last rites. In her quivering hands, she clutched a bunch of tulips. The atmosphere was heavy with sadness. Around her, sobs and wailings started to fill the air. This was it. The time had finally come to say goodbye. Slowly, she got down and laid the flowers onto the ground.

Then a loud irritating voice interupted the scene."Cut!" yelled the director.
"Alright that was a good one. Now we'll repeat the scene with even more passion and emotion."

Sighing, the actors got into their positions for the hundred and ninty ninth time. What a fussy director. They had already done this so many times already.

I've created this space to add my work on short stories. I hope to fill this space up properly.