OH NO, IT IS REALLY HIM.BEN IS ALIVE.

"Oh no, ooh no"

Melody was screaming on top of her voice, she seemed frightened as she continued yelling "For how long....you tell me, tell me please which face should I wear so you can believe that this claims are real, I will continue to report this to all of you who have not seen what I have seen, to you my dear for not believing in me and doubting me in the most annoying manner. I am not sick, neither am I relapsing, I swear I have seen uncle Ben peeping through the windows right now. how come am the only one who keeps spotting him?!"

"Calm down Melody ,will you? If he is alive will see him sooner than later"Jeff said to her harshly "why is he only showing himself to only you to disappear whenever we come next to you" He was agitated and doubtful

That was the question everyone was asking themselves, why her, why only she could see their uncle and not them? all the windows were suddenly occupied by faces that wanted to confirm her story, seeing how her chest was heaving hard to breath, fear , shoke and frustration all registering simultaneously on her pretty face, they all rushed to the windows to show that they believed her but they doubted in their hearts.

No one believed her, she was sad and confused. She decided to go sleep in Jackson' s bedroom leaving the doubting Thomas(es) doubting in the windows, Ben was only visible to her but he was not ghostly he was normal, alive just the way she remembered him.

All they saw was dark shadows ,no movement ,so ...it was not easy to affirm her claims . Joel stayed longer after everyone left . Not because he believed her but because children are idlers and curiously nosy.

His young eyes met and held Ben's blank ones for a very long time untill he spoke to the child,which the child responded to...opening the door for him to get in.

"Get in..."the boy said his face full and alert, he wanted everyone to see Ben so they could stop doubting his mother.

"Then when?!" it was evident that he was talking to someone but before they all went to stand next to boy they heard him say bye and see you soon to someone at the door. Turning around the boy acknowledged them of their uncle's existence which they believed immediately and started doubting whether she really shot at him, if the bullet was live, if it's force was right and many annoying questions

"I killed your uncle that day, unless he has a look a like, that man is Ben, and Jeff you better let him kill me because you guys don't know what he is capable of. If he is here for revenge let him have it.He will come back for me if he hasn't already" she was saying.

She was acting paranoid, the mood was also changing to something else unpleasant for comfort.Melody wanted to let them know the kind of a man this ghost was before he died.

"When my mom died I was send go an orphanage run or should I say ruled by your uncle? gai that man together with others his type owned a club that not even that government can shut. It is rumored that several powerful people have shares there .Who those people were , I still don't know but your uncle was the biggest shareholder or maybe the boldest. The place gets wild at three in the morning. That's when they come for girls and boys who are seventeen and eighteen, if you are taller at fifteen you are not lucky, you get picked out to go and entertain men in the bars

This club gets supply of women from Kat Opharnage. The staff there are full of shit and girls are sold all the time. I was send to that Opharnage when I was fifteen, but that very month I was sold to your uncle.

He was rude to me and treated me terribly until one day something mysterious happened, my mother had just died, I was in an Opharnage, Jeff had gone missing and I felt so alone, not to mention that a stranger buying me as if I was a commodity, to make the matter worse he would overwork me , make me sleep late and wake me up very early in the morning and if I dare dream and oversleep I would be beaten up and made to go hungry the entire day.

That day he was drunk and mad for some reason better known only by him, he started stirring trouble with everyone about everything , then to me he said that I had killed his chicken and ate it, he was very acidic corrosively scorching every sense in my brain making me believe that I was in deed responsible of the crime he was claiming I have committed, it was bad and the place was unbearably noisy so I ran away....went out on my own at night holding no coin but I left. I felt sad and to me everywhere else was better that that house.

I didn't know what a shelter was and how important safety was until I walked out that night

I just wanted to die and end things, I saw a group of boys they were high but I didn't care.they said to me go back, I was not hearing them so one of them took a sword to scare me but I senselessly walked through that knife without care or fear, death was better, far better than my life. My life was full of pain and I was fed up with it, I wanted out even if it meant death.

They were not expecting me to go through the knife, they were shocked especially by the blood coming out.

After puncturing me with a knife they ran away leaving the blade in situ. I pulled it out absentmindedly, threw it on the floor and continued walking, the following day I was still alive and had no wound. If those boys did not come and narrated the same to me I would term it as nothing but a bad dream, I was Okey, no wound and nothing to take to the hospital because there was no wound, I was protected I said, by my mom.

I was dry, very clean.There was no pain, then I remembered a story about a mad woman whose relatives wanted to kill her to avoid her embarrassing them, but all their attempts failed because she was protected, they'd fire at her but the bullets would just go through her without harming her, I was that woman .

I was taken to Ben's friend who was a medical practitioner but he ruled the knife thing out.

Ben believing that I was stupid or crazy,it was my word against that of a doctor hence I lost.

Ben questioned all the boys but since they were high with drugs he chose not to believe them

I was fifteen years Ben married me a week later but he never touched me, said he'd wait until I come to a good age.

From that day I was given two duties, thorough workout during the day and selling Cigarettes at night. As his wife, I was safe because everyone feared him.