Tricia met Jack on the plane she boarded to Turkey. She sat next to him, and she didn’t hesitate to give him her telephone number at his request. She enjoyed talking to him and wanted to see him again.
“Can we talk today at 9 pm your time?”
She received the message two days after she arrived in Turkey.
She looked at the name with smiles on her face. She replied instantly in a message, consenting to his request. “I like you, Jack,” she whispered to herself. She could hear the pounding of her heart and the blood flowing in her veins. Why 9 pm? she thought, itching to hear his voice, that voice that almost made her grow wings if only she could fly, soar high in his presence. She had never felt for any man what she had felt for him when she first saw him, and she hoped to see him again before the date she had scheduled for her return to the States. She liked handsome men, and Jack was the perfect definition of whatever that meant to her.
Her phone rang at exactly 9 pm. She was lying tirelessly in bed, waiting to speak with him, itching to know why he wanted to speak with her, or why he had even asked for her number. Her hands were shaking as she held the phone close to her right ear.
“Hello Tricia,” a soft voice came up.
“Can you see me?”
“It’s not a video call.”
“I can see you.”
She felt a cold chill run down her spine as she wondered what he was talking about, and in confusion glanced at her phone and sat upright with a tinge of fear.
“Did you mean you could see me on your phone?”
“No, I’m standing next to you.”
She flinched backwards unconsciously, screwing her eyes everywhere in the room. Tensed and shaky, she cut the line.
“Don’t be afraid my princess.”
She ran towards the door, and for a moment she forgot it was locked as she tried to force it open. His voice was soft but clear.
“I don’t mean any harm, Tricia.”
“Who are you?” she asked, utterly terrified.
“I’m Jack, the man you met on the plane.”
She banged the door with her hands, shouting for help. Two men Thomas and Henry swiftly came to her rescue, standing by the door on the long quiet corridor.
“Can you open the door?” Thomas asked.
She clicked the key and wrenched the knob as fast as she could, and she rushed out, taking refuge behind them.
“There’s a ghost in my room,” she panted.
Both men looked speechlessly at each other, and walked in with care. She followed them looking behind. The men searched everywhere, but they did not find anyone.
“There’s no one here, Madam,” Henry said.
“There was someone. I heard his voice.”
“Well, we didn’t find anyone. Do you want us to do anything else for you, madam?”
“Could you wait for a moment? I have to get my belongings.”
“Go ahead, madam. We’re here.”
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