My Father's Twin Sister (standard:Ghost stories, 1369 words)
Author: Peter Addo	Added: Nov 01 2002	Views/Reads: 3554/2330	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Another Fantastic Ghost Story

This is a true story It actually happened to me in this strange and
twisted way .It turned out to be the most bizarre way I was introduced 
to my father's sister. You will see why as we go on. Nothing seemed 
strange that faithful afternoon. I knew there were many members of our 
extended family so naturally there were some I had not met At least I 
was sure that I had been introduced to almost all of them and so this 
encounter was not out of the way. Every now and then I did run into an 
unknown family member but my mother was always there to make the 
connection to the family. That was why I did not attribute this 
particular chance encounter to anything paranormal. I have also held 
the belief that I was never alone .At least that was what I was made to 
believe according to the traditions and culture I grew up with. It was 
referred to as the tradition of the elders I knew that there were times 
I felt lonely but I also knew that I was really never all by myself. My 
ancestors or what ever you may call them still played a part in my life 
as they acted as intermediaries between us and the capricious forces of 
nature. It all happened when I was  in my teens My parents sent me to 
pick up our daily supply of bread from the Kingsway bakery which was a 
simple bus ride from our house at Kukuhill to downtown Accra a trip I 
had taken many times. I loved it and looked forward to it, because I 
had to ride the bus all by myself. and I was very proud of it. Being a 
mischievous young teen I always had other plans and. other things to do 
including other places to go And so it was that tropical sunny day It 
was no different from any other day .It was to me a perfect day to walk 
to town to meet my friends and to at least hang out with them for a 
while before taking the bus from another bus stop further away from my 
required bus stop and no one would be any wiser At least that was what 
I thought Hardly did I know that the forces of history were being let 
loose that faithful afternoon. My plan to mess around for a while with 
the boys went well and I had a great time with them. They knew that I 
had to leave them after a while. and after an hour or two we said our 
goodbyes and I left. When I arrived at the bus stop I was met by a 
gentle and nice looking lady. with a smile. That kind of smile that 
makes a guilty young boy wonder if the game is up. My only suspicion 
was that she had the very striking familiar features of our family. and 
so I concluded that she was one of the many in the extended family. 
Perhaps this was one of those I had not met before or one I had 
forgotten That was perfectly all right with me. This had happened so 
many times that I ignored it as one of our relatives who wanted to 
chastise me for taking the bus at the wrong bus stop. since it was 
obvious that I was too far away from home. She was pleasant and rather 
friendly and kind and seemed to know all about me and the family. But 
there was nothing strange about that too since as I said we had a very 
large and extended family. Somehow I felt guilty for being where I was 
not supposed to be But she seemed to understand everything. She had a 
white dress on and that was not unusual I just  assumed that she was a 
nurse Then looking strait at me she said the most outrageous thing. I 
ever heard. She instructed me to return home to Kukuhill.Assuming her 
to be a relative she was not going to have any argument from me. All I 
knew was that I was in very deep trouble and I had myself to blame. I 
knew I was going to be in trouble if I did not do her bidding. What if 
she knew where I have been hanging out with the boys What if she told 
my parents.? Then I would really be in trouble Well without any 
hesitation I left the bus stop immediately and walked all the way up 
home to Kukuhill.shaking with fear. To my surprise I was welcomed home 
like a long lost son. At first I was confused .But soon I learned what 
had happened. I was not in trouble at all The year was 1948 and the 
long fight for the liberation of the Gold Coast had started The 
veterans who had returned from the war to end all wars, feeling that 
the English government had not treated them fairly had organized the 
biggest demonstration against British rule and were on their way to 
present their grievances to the British governor at the Castle at 
Osu.the official residence of the English Crown. They had clashed with 
the British security forces trying to stop them and had been fired 
upon. This only aggravated the situation and rioting started and spread 
all over the city Tear gas was used for the first time on the thousands 
who joined the demonstration and there had been some casualties. It was 
obvious then that my dear parents were so happy to see me safe. Of 
cause they were so happy to see their  oldest son alive that they never 
did  ask where I had been and why I had no bread with me. I guess they 
just assumed that when the rioting started I had the good sense to 
return home. Not knowing then about tear gas, there were rumors that 
the British security forces had used pepper on the defenseless crowd 
and that had aggravated an already bad situation. Some of the victims 
had already reached Kukuhill.to make my parents angry. Days latter my 


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