This is another story that I wrote back in Singapore in Class 10.
Natasha could not believe what she was looking at.
“Happy Earl’s Thanksgiving!”
The crimson red words with big fat droplets of blood surrounding it were staring right back at her from the computer screen in front of her. These words reminded Natasha of the incident so much that it sent waves of crippling fear down her spine. Natasha could feel goosebumps on her arms and she tried desperately to stop her trembling. She was sitting in her small cubicle office, visible to all her colleagues working in their similar cubicle office.
“Earl. Please, stop this. I could not help it. I am so sorry,” Natasha whispered to herself as she bit her quivering fingernails. She remembered cowering back in the corner of the room, with her arms over her head to protect herself from the blows being dealt by the monster in front of her. Just remembering about it tormented her. She had thought that everything would be alright after the incident but instead her life had taken a sharp turn downhill.
She could see things that people around her could not. She could hear noises no one else could. Once, at a birthday party at one of her friend’s house, Natasha freaked out completely when she thought she saw electrical wires dangling around the house, sparks spitting out of its end. After much consolation and reassurances from her friends, she realized that they were just party ropes used for celebrations.
Her friends and colleagues thought that Natasha was hallucinating after all that had happened to her but Natasha knew better. She knew it was much more than that. It was something extraordinary. It was supernatural. She knew that she was being haunted by a ghost.
“Natasha? Natasha? Hello? Are you there?” the telephone receiver dangling on the cord spoke. Natasha had been talking with her best friend, Sandy, on the phone during work about the incident when she saw the words in her email sent by one of her close relatives and dropped the receiver accidentally in a state of shock.
Trying to regain her composure, Natasha took a deep breath and picked up the telephone receiver. “Sandy, please help me. I don’t think I can take this anymore. His spirit is still haunting me,” Natasha whispered as tears started to well up in her eyes.
“Look here, Natasha. There is no spirit haunting you. You are just hallucinating. You did nothing wrong. Earl deserved it. He had it coming all along. There’s nothing you can do about it. And please do not do anything reckless.” Sandy pleaded with Natasha but she was not listening anymore. Something had crossed her mind. Something that would save her from this mental torment.
“I know what I have to do.” Natasha replied in a firm tone with renewed determination in her eyes.
“Wait. What are you…” But before Sandy could say anything, Natasha put down the receiver and turned to her computer, opening up a new email and began typing,
“Dear police chief, my name is Natasha Pearman Goodwill. I am guilty of committing murder five weeks ago on Thursday night. I killed my husband, Earl Pearman Goodwill, by electrocuting him while he was bathing. Earl died due to an electrical fault in the heater which was believed to be accidental. But I intentionally created a fault in the heater knowing that Earl would take a bath that night. I had no choice but to kill him. It was an act of desperation. I couldn’t tolerate his abuses anymore. His constant mood swings, his temper and his beatings… It was just too menacing for me to endure. Even after his death, his spirit still haunts me. The guilt is eating me up inside. Please, relieve me from this torment.”
Before Natasha could break her resolve to confess herself to the police, she quickly clicked on the send button.
“Finally, it’s all going to end now,” Natasha thought. It quickly took effect. She felt as though a heavy burden had just lifted from her shoulders. The guilt that had been shrouding her up till now was slowly fading away. Her conscience was becoming clearer. After all those sleepless nights, she could finally sleep peacefully tonight
Natasha’s mind began to wonder. She thought about Sandy, how she would react when she found out what Natasha had done. After all, Sandy was not even a part of this. Natasha had confided in her best friend because she had to share her sorrows with somebody and Sandy was the only one she could trust completely.
Before she could heave a heavy sigh of relief, one of her colleagues sitting at the next cubicle desk looked over at her computer screen and exclaimed delightedly:
“Ooh! Red balloons with a ‘Happy Early Thanksgiving’ greeting. That’s so sweet!”