Your True Tales
January 2006 – Page 1

Best Friend's Ghost
by Blossom

My husband and I got married two months ago. I had made a best friend at work who was to be my bridesmaid, but we didn't really see eye to eye on a couple of issues and had some space from each other. We did have a lot of fun together and she was the one person that knew everything about me other than my husband. We had had similar experiences and we understood each other. She had a very troubled life.

On the first day of our honeymoon, I received a call from another friend advising me that my best friend had been killed in a car accident. I was in shock for some time and we made the most of the honeymoon the best we could. We were half way across the country and it wasn't possible to get back in time for the funeral. Her death didn't hit me until I got back to work. It was very hard for me to deal with, especially considering we hadn't been as close when it happened, and I missed her terribly.

About six weeks after, I wore a jacket that she had lent me once and left at my house. I wanted to be close to her. We both worked in an extremely difficult workplace and I had been trying to get into Uni and find another job. The day I wore the jacket, I got a job interview. I got into Uni I got a good offer for my phone.

That night my husband and I were sitting in our lounge room, and I must say the windows and doors were all shut. I heard a bang and went out to the kitchen. Above the bench we have some spices underneath them were two packets of eggs stacked on top of each other. A couple of the spices had somehow landed with their bottom down, pushing the top carton of eggs to the floor, on their bottom, with the lid open and on egg still in the box and another egg perfectly sitting on its end in the middle of the floor. No eggs were cracked and their strange position makes me realize that she is looking over me.

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