The Girl Who Never Existed
The Girl Who Never Existed
I kneeled down on one knee and pulled out the ring. 'Marie, will you marry me? Will you be mine?'
Marie looked shocked. For a moment I thought she'll deny. Then she laughed and said yes. I was delighted.
I had met Marie a month ago. Yes, only one month and I'd fallen in love.
I told my little sister that I'd just got engaged. She jumped with joy. 'Show me her instagram account!'
I searched her name. Couldn't find it. WEIRD. I'd visited her profile a thousand times. Maybe she deleted it by mistake!?
The next day, I texted Marie. No reply for HOURS. Usually she texts back immediately. I felt scared. I decided to visit her. Since she lived alone, she owned a small flat in a building.
I rushed to the lift, up to the third floor. I was SHOCKED when I reached her flat. The name plate should have read 'Marie Jackson'
But instead it read 'George Matthews'
I knocked. A man opened the door.
HUH!?
'Do you know Marie Jackson?' I asked.
'Marie WHO? I don't know her.' The man replied.
'She owns this flat!' I protested.
'Are you mad? I own this flat from the past 2 years.' The man said nonchalantly.
I gulped. What the heck?
The next day, me and my mother went to the graveyard to visit my father's grave. I strolled around, reading various names.......
I gasped and stopped in front of one grave. Marie Jackson!?
How is this possible? No instagram account, no flat......
Was I in love with a ghost for a month!?