“Ssshhhh… Mom, I think I heard something,” whispered my young son in alarm. It was pitch dark in the living room, where we stood, and try as we might, we couldn’t really see anyone… or anything.
“Don’t be afraid,” I said, trying to calm him down while being on tenterhooks myself, “whoever it is can’t hurt you, I promise.”
But though I said that, I knew that we could be in big trouble, for I too could hear a faint scuffling sound as footsteps approached us. I had never found myself in such a situation before, I’d always had someone to watch over us. But now, with HIM gone, it was just me and my son. I found myself instinctively moving forward to stand in front of my son. I WOULD protect him at any cost.
The footsteps were much closer now.
A few seconds passed, and then… I jumped as my son suddenly whispered in my ear, “What if he is one of THOSE?”
“I said I won’t let any harm come to you,” I said through gritted teeth, “Now shut up and stay behind me.”
And it was then that we saw him. He was huge, and well-built…. And he was carrying a gun.
We were close to panicking now, and praying desperately now for a miracle to save us. But maybe the Gods too were asleep, for the man started touching the side of a wall, and finally found the light switch….which he switched on with a jerk.
And then, he raised his gun towards me, and started coming forward.
I raised both my arms sideways, and tried to protect my son even if it meant sacrificing myself, but he just kept on coming, slowly, inexorably, almost as if we didn’t exist for him. And then….
…. He passed right through me, and then through my son, opened the refrigerator, and shouted, “Martha, there’s no one here. You must have heard something from the street outside.”
And as I hugged my son in relief, I silently offered a prayer of thanks to our Gods for making us ghosts invisible and undetectable to humans.