This post is not for the faint of heart.
Are you still there?
I saw a ghost. A ghost of a little boy. In my office.
This happened in Majuro. It was about five in the afternoon. We were playing tennis that evening. So I decided to change and go to the little boy’s room.
The nearest one was in the conference room. I went inside and saw a young boy, maybe 7-10 years of age, running around. I assumed he was a kid of one of the local staff. I gave him a smile and let him have his fun. He grinned.
When I got into my shorts, I saw him again. This time he was sitting on a chair with his head down while tapping his lap with his hands. I said hi and he didn’t even bother to look up.
I didn’t pay too much attention to this until the following morning.
I somewhat mentioned in passing to our receptionist that there was a boy in a red shirt at the conference room last night. She looked puzzled. I asked whose kid he was. She said no one’s. Children of the local staff were all girls. I scratched my head.
I work for a company with very tight security, almost to the extent of paranoia. No one gets in without a badge.
The receptionist said the boy’s name is Elmo. Bluntly, she said he’s a ghost. Claimed he has been there since they moved in and that he likes to play around with the “new” people, Raft3r included.
By the way, the ghost was named Elmo because of his red shirt.