I wanted to believe my daughter but how could there really be a ghost living under the kitchen sink? Opening the lime green cupboard doors slowly, I peered inside, knowing nothing was going to spring out at me but wanting to be careful for my daughter.
Glancing at Sasha as she sat at the table, watching me with large brown eyes which were like my own, I knew she was holding her breath. She lent forward on the chair, trying to see under the sink around me.
I opened the doors fully and looked inside. There was the normal collection of cleaning supplies and pipes. I moved things around as if searching for the ‘ghost’ and the plastic bottles splashed their toxic contents around. Making a mental note to put wood varnish on the shopping list, I came out.
‘No, ghost in there,’ I spoke.
Sasha had her hands over her mouth. She shook her head at me then quickly pointed into the top right corner of the cupboard.
Sighing, I checked again. There was just a small empty cobweb. I closed the doors and went over to her. My mind turning what I should say to her. She was only five and knew of ghosts from Halloween and stories but that was it. What had now made her think they were real?
Sitting down, I said, ‘what does the ghost look like?’
‘Like me, only see through and he’s a boy,’ she answered.
‘Does he have a name?’
I nodded, trying to keep my expression blank though my emotions were flashing on. She’s just making it up….there’s no way she could have found out.
‘Can you really not see him, mummy?’ Sasha asked.
I looked over at the sink cupboard.
‘He says he misses you…’
‘That’s enough now! Ghosts are not real!’ I snapped and stood up.
Sasha let out a little gasp and bit her lip. Sadness crossed her face and her eyes grew wet.
‘Let’s go to the park,’ I said as a distraction.
For the rest of the day I couldn’t stop thinking about the ghost. It was just too strange that she had called him Sammy and said he was about her age. There was no way I could ask her more though but there was some else who I could demand answers from.
That night as Sasha slept and my husband and I got ready for bed, I turned to him and told him, ‘Sasha says there’s a ghost living under the kitchen sink.’
‘Really? Where there? Don’t ghosts like attics, basements and old places?’ he put in.
‘She also said the ghost was like her, but a boy and is name was Sammy.’
My husband took in sharp breath as he got into bed. He looked at me then turned his attention fully to pulling back the duvet and plumping the pillows. I knew his thoughts and mine were one.
‘I didn’t tel her anything,’ he said to break the silence between us.
I sighed and we both got into bed, ‘I knew you didn’t,’ I replied, ‘but it’s just…’
My husband took my hand, ‘It’ll pass. it’s just make believe.’
I nodded and tried to get it out of my head but it stuck at the back of my mind.
A few days later, whilst I was making dinner and Sasha was colouring at the table, she asked me suddenly, ‘Sammy wants to know why you don’t talk about him any more.’
I dropped the knife I was chopping onions with and spun to her.
Sasha looked up from her colouring, waiting for an answer with a determined face.
I picked up the knife, giving myself time to think.
‘He’s not real,’ I answered slowly.
Sasha got down from the table and went to the sink. She opened the cupboard and looked inside.
I had to come over and wash the knife, so I came to her side and after doing that, I looked under the sink again. I still couldn’t see anything. I felt Sasha watching me.
‘Sammy wants to know why you don’t love him anymore, mummy,’ she said.
‘I do…love him…Do you know who Sammy is, Sasha?’ I asked her with a bubble in my throat and pain circling my heart.
‘He’s my twin brother,’ she answered.
I gasped and knelt down, a hand on her shoulder as I looked into the cupboard.
Of course, there was nothing there.
Tears clouded my vision and I couldn’t stop myself as I cried hard on the kitchen floor.
(Inspired from; https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/believe/ with thanks).