KISS of the GHOST

A beautiful beam of silver Moonlight was shining through a bedroom window.

The bedroom was part of an old-fashioned cottage, in the heart of the countryside.

Within the bedroom, there was a thirty-year-old man reading a book in bed.

His name was Jack.

Jack had moved into that house that very day.

He had been living beforehand, in the big city of London. There it was all heavy traffic, flashing night lights and heavy work.

For the first time in his life, Jack was living in a place where everything was calm and peaceful. Not a single noise sounded.

When he finished reading, Jack turned out his bedside light. The curtains he left open, for he didn’t want to block out the wonderful Moonlight.

It was then that something most remarkable took place.

Out of thin air, there appeared the ghost of a beautiful woman. The woman had long wavy black hair, blue eyes and a radiant smile. Her feet were bare and she wore a magnificent, long white dress. She was around the same age as Jack.

Jack felt no fear at all. Instead, he felt a wonderful feeling of warmth flood into his entire body.

“I can’t believe my eyes,” he said. “I must be seeing things.”

“No Jack, you’re not seeing things,” the woman said in a soothing voice.

“You know who I am?” Jack asked in astonishment.

“Not only do I know who you are, but I knew you in a past life.”

“In a past life?”

“Yes. You were a painter called John and I was a folk singer.”

Jack had always believed in reincarnation.

“An artist, eh?”

“We were lovers too.”

That came as no surprise to Jack.

“What I don’t understand, is why you didn’t reincarnate again.”

“I had that opportunity, but I refused.”

“Why?”

“It was my undying love for you that made me decide otherwise. Before I died, I swore on oath that I would watch over you in spirit.”

“Have you been with me ever since?”

“Yes, I have.”

“Why?”

“Because I still love you.”

Another warm feeling flooded into Jack.

“You have not yet told me your name,” he asked.

“My name’s Jill.”

“Tell me Jill, why have you appeared to me now?”

“So that we can be together again.”

“Together.”

“Together in this house.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This is the house in which we used to live.”

“We lived here?”

“Yes. When you were searching for somewhere to live outside London, I guided you here. I guided you here, so that we can be together again.”

A stronger feeling of warmth flooded into Jack. This time it was a feeling deep of love. It was a feeling of deep love towards Jill.

He got out of bed and faced Jill. All he wanted was to be with her, to gaze into her eyes for eternity.

“I know how you feel,” said Jill, who stepped forwards.

“You do?”

“I do.”

Jill moved right up to Jack, who’s heart was beating with a joy he had never felt.

Finally, she kissed him.

Author Notes: The ghostly Cupid's arrow in the image, which I included represents Jill's spiritual love for Jack.

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