SHOCKING: I Was Married to a Ghost for Five Years(A MUST READ)
This is one of the
most shocking story i have heard about, married to a ghost, i use to
think that, it only happens in movies....read the story of this lady,
who got married to a ghost...
My name is Belinda
but everyone calls me Linda. At the moment, I am living an agonising and
shattered life. I have gone everywhere in search of help. And this has
remained unachievable. I have therefore decided to put my fate and those
of my children in the hands of God having discovered that the man I
have been married to for five years, Felix, is a ghost. How was he able
to win my heart and marry me without any suspicion? This is my story. It
was one Friday evening sometime in February 2003. My colleague and best
friend, Grace and I were on our way home after the close of work from
Victoria Island in Lagos. When we got to Obalende, we stood at the bus
stop for more than an hour as there was no bus in sight. In fact, the
crowd at the bus stop was frightening because it rained heavily that
day, coupled with the usual Lagos heavy traffic. “Grace, what are we
going to do? It is almost 9:30 p.m. and our way home is still very far,”
I said.
“Linda, we just
have to wait. If we are lucky, we may even get a lift from someone away
from here at least,” Grace said. A few minutes later, she suggested that
we move away from the crowd so that we could flag down cars, and who
knows someone may actually stop and give us a lift. From nowhere, a
black Pathfinder jeep pulled to a stop. The driver round down the
passenger’s side and said, “Hello ladies, which way are you heading?”
Grace answered, “Definitely not your way, I am sure. Anyway, which way
are you going, sir?” “I am going towards Maryland. Is that your way,”
the young man asked. “At least it is closer home because we are actually
going to Ikeja,” I answered. He asked us to come in and this we happily
did even though we both don’t like entering lifts because of the
different scary stories we have heard.
Grace sat in front
while I went behind; quietly praying in my heart that God should grant
us journey mercies, believing that the young man was a good person. A
few minutes later, he then introduced himself as Felix, an architect
working on the Lagos Island. Grace and I also introduced ourselves.
There was silence in the car after the introduction until we got to
Maryland. When we were about to alight, he gave each of us his
complimentary card and pleaded that we get in touch. He asked for our
phone numbers, and Grace reluctantly wrote them in a piece of paper with
our names.
The next day, my
phone rang when I was busy in the office. Reluctantly I picked it up and
heard a bass, male voice. He introduced himself as Felix, the man who
gave us a ride last night. “I remember, thank you so much for yesterday.
We really appreciate,” I said. He asked me if we could have lunch
together sometime soon. I promised that I would think about it and get
back to him. When I told Grace, she said, “I know we just met Felix but
he looked cool to me. Why not give him a try.” About five days later, I
called him and said, “Alright Felix we can go for that lunch but it has
to be on a Saturday or Sunday.”
He told me Saturday
would be fine and that he could pick me up at home if I didn’t mind.
But I told him to give me the address of where we would be having lunch
and the time as I would gladly meet him there. I should send him my home
address so that he could pick me up at 2:00 p.m. I took my time to
dress up to look good so I wore a fitted top and a pair of jean
trousers. Hmmm … I looked simple but beautiful and attractive.
Immediately I got to the venue, Felix was sitting at the reception
already waiting for me because I got there about 15 minutes late and had
to apologise. We had this sumptuous lunch at this hotel somewhere in
GRA after which we talked about each other. Felix told me his parents
were late; he was the only child and son of his parents.
He added that he
did not know members of his extended family because his parents believed
in sticking to their nuclear family. However, he introduced Harry and
Sam to me as his best friends who are also like brothers to him. We
started dating. Three months later, he told me he wanted to get married
in six months if I was ready. He parked out of his Anthony apartment and
moved to Ikeja. When I told my family, they asked me about him and I
told them all he told me.
My father wasn’t
too comfortable with the story but since I told him Felix was my life,
he allowed us to get married, especially when I told them I was already
pregnant for him. We got married at the Ikeja Registry in 2004 but it
was a low-key wedding. Felix was so caring and loving. He pampered me
silly and stopped me from working. However, he ensured that all my needs
were met. He got me a house-help and constantly reminded me about the
doctor’s order that I needed to rest. When I gave birth to our son,
Felix Jnr, in 2005, he bought me a Honda jeep.
He was so excited.
There was the look of fulfilment written all over his face each time he
looked at Jnr. He loved him so much. In 2007, I got pregnant with our
second child and gave birth to our beautiful daughter, Alice. Felix was
so happy. He showed me and the children so much love and care. We lived
happily as a family. However, in April 2009, I noticed that whenever
Felix was asleep, he murmured the same sentence over and over again. He
would mutter: “It is time to go home. I am fulfilled now.” The first
time I heard it, I thought he was having a bad dream, so I woke him up.
When he was fully awake, I told him what he said and he told me he
couldn’t remember anything and asked me to forget about those silly
words. But when it persisted, I became worried and I told Grace, and as
usual, she told me I worry too much and advised me not to disturb
myself.
It was even worse
because we did not attend any church so there was no pastor to talk to.
After a while he stopped. “Mark, what do you mean by what you are
saying?” He told me not to worry myself. Six months after I had Alice,
Felix opened a big boutique for me as my birthday gift, which he stocked
to the brim. This made me really excited. I had to shuttle between the
boutique and home to make sure my children were alright. One day while
at the boutique with my staff, taking stock, two beautiful women walked
in.
Immediately, I
recognised one of them as Beatrice, my secondary school friend. “You are
Beatrice right?” I asked. “Yes, I am. Hey, Linda, quite a long time. Do
you own this place?” She asked. We hugged each other and decided to
catch up on old times. I invited her over to the house and she accepted
to visit on Saturday as she couldn’t wait to meet my husband and
children. Immediately I got home, Felix told me he would be travelling
to Abuja on Saturday, to board the 10 a.m. flight on an official
assignment; however he would be back on Tuesday. “Sweetheart, I wanted
you to meet a friend of mine who would be visiting us on Saturday.
Anyway, no problem I am sure you will meet her another time,” I said.
“Yes dear, this trip is an emergency. Please help me pack my travelling
bag,” Felix pleaded. On Saturday morning, before leaving for the
airport, Felix said, “Linda, I love you and the children very much.
You are the only
family I have in life. Please take care of yourself and the children
until I return from my trip.” He gave me a hug and a kiss. He also
hugged the kids. He told me he would pick a cab to the airport, which
sounded strange because I always dropped him off at the airport whenever
he was travelling. “I will see you and the kids on Tuesday my love,” he
said and waved goodbye. Since Beatrice was coming, I hurriedly prepared
chicken stew and rice. At exactly 1.15 p.m., she arrived. I was so
delighted to see her. The children greeted her and she gave them all the
beautiful gifts she had bought for them. However, I noticed that she
kept staring at our wedding picture on the wall.
“Why do you keep
staring at my wedding picture? Anyway, that is Felix my husband. He
travelled to Abuja this morning.” Suddenly, the glass cup dropped from
her hand. “What is the matter Beatrice?” I questioned. “Did you say he
is your husband? What did you call his name again,” she asked. “Felix,” I
replied. “But this is Raymond. We are from the same village and our
houses are not far from each other,” she revealed shivering. “Why are
you shivering Beatrice?” I asked. “Raymond died about six years ago in a
car accident. I attended his funeral. His parents live in the village,”
she revealed. She asked me where he said he was from, and I told her
what he told me. “My friend, you have been living with a ghost,” she
said. Whats your take?
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