Sunday, January 16, 2005

Ghost in the Frame

Last Sunday, while taking the Boss home, along the coastal highway.......
............I felt someone touching me on my left shoulder.
Keeping my eyes on the road, I looked at the Boss from the corner of my eyes.
Nope, her hands stayed on her lap, she is not the one that is touching me.
Then who was it? No one else is in the car with us.
And I still felt the touch then.

Perhaps..... a ghost?
Yes, why not?

So I told the Boss that someone is touching my shoulder, and I think that it is a ghost.
Since I'm not a believer of ghosts, plus the fact that I'm a usual bullshitter, she chose not to believe me.
To prove my seriousness, I showed her my arm, which was having lots of goosebumps.
Then she told me to shut up.

Well, we survived her journey home, and I survived my journey home too.
The ghost apparently had no malicious intention.
Perhaps it just needed to communicate to the livings. Or perhaps it just felt a little cheeky once in a while.

There were no more encounter after this, yet I can't stop thinking about it. I guess I was very intrigued about it.
At work, I discussed the encounter with my colleagues, and they all dismissed it due to my non-believer stand and crap-talker reputation.
But I was insistence about it, and finally I got some serious attention to my tale of horror.
There were discussions, but they led me nowhere to comprehending what I experienced, until one of my colleague, Bugman suggested that perhaps I had accidentally removed some talisman in my car.
That did it, for previously while washing my very dirty car (dirty enough to have people writing love messages on it) I came upon a yellow sticker sticking at the bottom of my rear bumper.
That must have been it! I mean, they disguised it as a sticker, but it was actually a paper talisman to keep ghosts away.
And I peeled it off.
God damned it, I am so doomed.

So I did the only thing that I could to save my phithiphul life;
that is to find out the history of the ghost and help it to get its rest-in-peace.
Question is, how the fuck am I going to get that done?!
It was a brand new car when I first purchased it. Not some second hand car that might have people died in it or some ancient-moving-machine that my great-granduncle passed down to me.
It was a brand new car, and until now, no one has died in it yet.
So how the hell did it got haunted?!
Unless.....................

Thus I began the first ever detective work in my life.
Using the ever powerful Internet (also pornful, he who denies it, does it), I search the serial number of my engine.
It was a very difficult search (its almost as difficult as giving birth to a baby) but after two sleepless nights, I managed to match it to a car frame.
With that, I hacked into the manufacturer's site to download the assembly data.
It was my first time hacking into a business website, and the difficulty level surpasses even giving birth to a baby (but a tiny bit easier than giving birth to a twins). Took me a day and 2 sleepless nights, but I finally got it done.
Whew!

Now for the last challenge, deciphering the data that I've stolen.
Nope, it wasn't in code, but I can't read Korean!
Sheeshh.....
But it was easy, for I had Khwang to translate it for me. Har har..

Finally, the reason for all the hardworks.
I was excited yet dreadful scrolling down the data.
Everything was normal during the production of my car, that is, until the assembly of the rear.
While installing the rear transverse leaf springs, the operator had an accident and was stamped on his hands by the heavy machineries.
Report says that the car frame had to be sent back to 3 process earlier for contamination purging due to the operator's blood.
But the accident didn't kill the guy. In fact, he was compensated by the company.

So if he didn't die, who is that ghost in my car?
I looked again and again at the report, and finally found that there was a reference number at the very end of it.
Back to hacking and surprisingly, the reference number refers to a database that keeps end-employment data and is loosely guarded.

It seems that while the guy survived the accident, his wedding ring didn't.
This caused his wife to leave him (what a crazy bitch).
Eventually, he committed suicide at home. How he committed suicide wasn't in the report.

So does that concludes that he is the ghost in my car?
That perhaps he came back to look for this wedding ring?
And when I removed the paper talisman, I broke the seal that was keeping him away.

I did a thorough check and cleaning after getting all this information.
Didn't find anything that resembles a ring. I guess the manufacturing plant did a good job of cleaning up the car.
I have failed getting the ghost its rest-in-peace, so now I pray that he won't be back to look for his broken ring.


WHOA!!!! WHAT A LOAD OF BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!!!
BUT SOMETHING DID TOUCHED ME.......

1 Comments:

Blogger Sarah said...

Wow. Freaky. I had a same experience a long time ago and it felt superbly cold at a particular spot. That when the goosebumps emerged. Next meeting, I'm driving my own ride!

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