Take me to a place where the dead roam the Earth and the living float above them.
Word of the day: Aeriform – gaseous or unreal
Weather: wash out!
Mood: sun dried!
I got up this morning to find Hamoudi looking miserable in the kitchen. He was making a tower out of clothes pegs and sighing. The pegs kept pinging across the room.
‘What’s up, champ?’ I asked.
‘I think it’s starting again,’ he said.
My ears pricked up and I had to hide my eagerness behind a veil of concern.
‘Seeing ghosts?’ I whispered.
‘Maybe,’ he said, the peg tower shot a pink peg under the fridge and then collapsed. He started again.
‘What do you mean by maybe?’ I asked, trying to not get tetchy, because seriously, he likes to drag things out. He figured out a method with his building, creating a triangle with three pegs.
‘When I was at the station yesterday, I saw this movement out the corner of my eye. A red cap, and blue jeans. I think it was a small boy. Then he was gone, just vanished.’
‘Well, if it was busy…’
‘And last night, I woke up and he was standing at the end of my bed. The same clothes, red cap, blue jeans. But his eyes were hollow, staring at me.’
‘Did you recognise him? Did you speak to him?’
‘No.’ He puts another layer on the tower, and it stays upright, but this doesn’t make him happy.
‘I left Canada to get away from all this,’ he says. ‘What if they’ve followed me here?’
It would be cruel to point out that if there are dead people wandering around Canada, they are probably everywhere. I pat his shoulder and the peg tower falls down again. Sympathetic though I am, I’m also pretty excited about this development. If there are ghosts in our flat, I wonder if I’ll be able to see them. Maybe Hamoudi can introduce us. That would change everything.