The Ghost Of West Chamberline Road

…I have lost track of how many days it has been since. But when night falls I always find myself here. There had been much rumor and speculation about some paranormal activity that was taking place on West Chamberline road on a nightly basis. It was with a great sense of adventure that I decided to investigate the same.

West Chamberline road is a lonely path which finds it’s gloomy and foreboding countenance palely lit by a couple of streetlights. It connects the Center railway station with the road that leads to the Christchurch road cathedral. It is a road that seldom sees any travelers after four in the afternoon. The road leads to a small bridge that runs over Charminister road. During the day Charminister has a lot of traffic as it leads to the main towncentre. But like it’s brother that lies overhead it finds very few takers once darkness falls.

It is here on this bridge that you can find me once the sun retires for the day. It is a connection I have not been able to explain have for some strange reason taken it upon myself to find this specter.

If the town’s stories are to be believed it is said that in the September of the previous year a young man had been murdered on this very bridge that has now become my regular haunt. The strange part of the story is that the victim’s body was mysteriously never found. The assailant however was arrested just a week after he committed the crime and confessed that he had done it for money. He had not really planned on murdering the poor soul and had just wanted to grab his purse and run away.But too many tequila shots and the victim’s reluctance to part with his purse brought about the gruesome change of plan.

What really grabbed my imagination was what would be the reason of this specter to stay back here when the gates of heaven were opened for him. You, my friend will be aware that ghosts usually stay back with us due to some unfinished business that they cannot complete in their mortality, which is the state, you and me are in.

This riddle has taken over every aspect of my life. It is almost as though my day begins with the setting sun and I usually have little or no memory of the preceding day. Knowing the dangers of this cursed road I do my best to keep innocent, unsuspecting potential victims out of trouble. For a road so sinister is bound to hold secrets that will drive men to madness. One has to be special to be exposed to what lies the belly of the beast.

Many a times on a Friday evening I come across young couples, businessmen.school children and sometimes a young solitary man like the victim wandering across this eerie road. Knowing what lies ahead I usually wave at them by violently gesturing with my hands, beseeching them to return.

I often wonder if the specter will one day reveal itself to me. It is strange that almost everyone in town seems to have encountered it except me.

As of now it is almost as if I have become the guardian of the West Chambeline.