The 6PM Class With A Ghost — Fiction

Just like every other weekend, I woke up, said a short prayer and began to surf the Internet. It was very early that morning.

Then I saw Francis message, Francis was an online friend of mine but he's way older. We've been discussing various things and I can see that he's a good person, he really wants me to grow and he's always talking about it.

So, I told him I really want to learn stuff like computer programming and the likes, and that I couldn't find anyone to teach me for free, and the amounts I'm hearing are way more than me, plus the location I am is not even encouraging.

Long story short, Francis said that's what he's into and asked why I didn't make mention of it before then,

"apologies" I said.

And that was how he offered to tutor me online, for free. I was happy. He asked me to choose three days in a week and the best time to meet online, I threw it back to him, but he wouldn't have it, he asked me to choose and that he would fix his own schedule around it. That was how I did.

The day we were to start, I didn't see Francis'message, so I guess he was busy. And that was how I checked his FB profile and saw people posting things like, "gone too soon" and the likes, I was confused. I was able to get someone on his friend list who was a mutual friend, I asked about him (Francis) and he told me it is true, that he died that morning.

And we were supposed to start a class by 6pm that evening. I wasn't even thinking about that anymore, I was in tears, I just lost a friend...a good and kind hearted one at that.

At exactly 6pm that day, my phone buzzed, I didn't know who it was, I checked and saw that it was Francis, I wasn't even scared. I thought it might be any of his family members.

I checked and it was a missed call on Whatsapp, I opened our chats and saw the message.

"Can we begin the class?"

I was shocked, what is this. What's going on....

"You're dead." I managed to respond.

"Of course, I am." He responded.

That hit me differently, what's even going on. I can't fathom what this may be.

"Are you no interested again?" He asked.

I didn't respond to it, after few minutes I could see him typing again...

"I very well understand you, but it's nothing to be scared of. We are good. Not as if you're the one that killed me naw." He said.

Is this even funny, I thought. I wished I could drop my phone an drunk away. But I couldn't, I don't know maybe a spell was cast on me.

Somehow I managed to engage him, maybe because it was just a phone/online conversation, maybe that's why the fear isn't that much....just maybe.

Well, that was how the class started, not that day, but the next fixed date, I told him to give him time and that he's worth respecting, I need to mourn him even though I've found little solace in getting to talk to his ghost.

After some days, we bagn the class, he taught me series of things, from codes to logic and all.

But there are times in-between those lessons that he will type jargons and later ask me to ignore it, and I understand that. I stopped him from using voice notes too, because the way it echoes enh.....

And I won't even lie, I was afraid, but since we ain't seeing physically, it was minimal.

And then, since this ghost is not haunting me, but rather pushing me to grow while teaching me, I shouldn't run, should I?

I think its just best for me to be a fast learner so I could be free form him, or what do you think?

You people should wake me up o, am going where I dinnor know....
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