smacks the ceiling.
Perhaps itâs the painkillers but after one glass Iâm almost levitating. And my Japanese improvesâ¦or Hiroshiâs English does. Either way, our jokes seem funnier.
Mel and I wash up as Hiroshi brings the guest book into the kitchen and leafs through it. âAah,â he laughs. âOur ghost likes wine. It is he who finishes this bottle, not us.â
âBrilliant,â Mel squeals. âWe are sooo having a séance tonight. This place has got to have stories to tell!â
âI donât know,â Pip frowns. âWe shouldnât mess with that sort of stuff. You donât know what couldâ¦â
âCome on, Pip,â Mel says. âYouâre the one whoâs always telling me to have an open mind about the spirit world. Letâs wait until midnight and give it a go.â She flings a soggy tea-towel at me and leaps onto Hiroshiâs lap.
Rosh winks at us. âSubarashii! Excell-ento!â
We move to the lounge and Hiroshi unveils his secret weaponâa bottle of sake transported in his hand-luggage for a special occasion. He disappears to the kitchen and warms the rice wine before returning with four coffee mugs. âYou Aussies like to, how do you say it, up-size,â he beams. âIn Japan we serve sake in very small cups.â
After a few sips my head is a helium balloon. Iâll be lucky to see midnight without floating away.
âIâll tell you a story,â I begin, âwhile we wait for the witching hour. Thereâs this property listed for sale in a country town, okay? Itâs an old nunnery, no, what do they call itâ¦a convent. Anyway, this joint is vacant and the church decides to sell it. The local paper does a story and they print this rumour that itâs haunted by a murdered nun.
âItâs winter and the Open-For-Inspections are held when itâs already pretty dark. People are queued up at the gate when someone screams and collapses. When she comes to, she says she saw a nun sweeping through the gardens. The inspection is called off.
âThe next night thereâs a crowd hanging around. The estate agent is just unlocking the gate when the nun appears, gliding down the driveway as if her feet donât touch the ground. People go nuts and the inspection is cancelled again. Someone films the nun on their phone and posts it on YouTube but itâs way too blurry to be sure what it is.
âAt the next Open-For-Inspection, a TV crew turns up. When the nun shows, the cameraman flicks on his spotlight and pins her in the beam. She goes to glide back up to the convent but, as she does, her robes snag on a branch and she falls over. The TV crew run at her and itâs actually a man wearing robes over one of those Segway Personal Transporters. Turns out he was a property developer who wanted to get the lowest possible price for the convent by scaring everyone away. How funny is that?â
âDid you tell us that story because you donât believe ghosts exist?â Pip asks.
âNo. I donât know whether they do or not. I just like the storyâ¦kind of a reminder that, you know, stuff you read and see isnât always what it seems. Iâve got another one if you like, absolutely one hundred per cent fair dinkum, from when Barney and Iâ¦â
Mel scoffs. âAre there any stories about you and Barney that donât involve someone getting ripped off or maimed? Being friends with him is like an extreme sport.â
Itâs my turn to chuckle. âAt last, acknowledgment of my courage and athleticism. Thanks.â A fistful of popcorn rains over me.
At midnight, Mel finds candles and a clean glass, then scrawls the letters of the alphabet onto the back of a sketchpad weâre using as a ouija board. Outside, the wind grizzles.
Weâre huddling around the board when Mel shrieks, pointing across the room. Batwings jag at the opposite wall,
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