THE GHOSTS... and Other Unusual Novellas

The... ghosts It's been quite often said that once the mirror is broken into thousand pieces, you will have hundred percent a whole series of seven years of all sorts of misfortunes to wait for in your life in the end What should you do then in return to bring a whole new series of other seven years of joy and happiness this time in your life next to that? Let me be the one in that case who is going to disillusion you about that sensible situation right away: if you please, do open a beautiful, playful kindergarten in your own yard It's been about a whole year now since me and my daughter have managed to inaugurate a truly genius, completely atypical kindergarten in our large and abloom yard and it really looks like ever since that very same inauguration day, some totally different breath of fresh air, a big blow of revitalizing oxygen has spread all over both our childhood wonderland and our hearts. There's no longer neither the noise of all those plaintive and grumbling tears of our neighborhood's children, but nor their mothers' nervousness, squeaks and chidings as back then. Once they get up, my cutie pies, in the early morning and rush so happily, chirping joyfully and loudly just like little birds a while before dawn, in their first nursery school They run immediately to meet my eldest daughter, my pretty and heroic Lia, who was already waiting impatiently to enfold them lovingly one by one. As for me now, I've already begun to think it over quite seriously indeed about what precisely I should have to do right after the end of all these seven happy years to eventually extend our happiness as much as I could. But, there again, you might as well tell me why should that be nothing else more than seven years, anyway? Oh, well, it was precisely seven the number of the years with the ''lean and fat cows'' into King Pharaoh's dream, which respectfully symbolized the years of poverty and wealth; and on the other hand, it was exactly the years of hunger and abundance that followed. These codified and scrambled numbers are not random at all, right? I really don't know, but as far as I'm concerned, but I'm just about to believe in all this which truly seems to me a little bit ciphered and confused. Unfortunately, or not, it doesn't really matter to me what may people say in any case, I've started also to believe in supernatural powers, even in ghosts, and finally I've seriously lost the plot and believe me, this isn't a joke at all... I cannot help remembering right now everything that happened one day with the ghost of the small cemetery, located in the suburbs around Argos, one of the most historical cities in Peloponnese. Oh, God, what was that awfully diabolical and living nightmare back then? Poor me Frankly, it was really something far more horrible and unbearable than kelpie itself ... We have gone on a very nice gateway trip all day long, being joined the Peloponnese tour group. We all gathered there, my best friends, John, Nelly and me. It was just in the middle of the summer, and at that time the heat was extremely unbearable; it really was a torrid summer day. We had arrived quite late at night in the historic city of Argos and, as we were all completely exhausted after such a long journey and literally tuckered-out with that scorching heat, and right after nibbling, of course, some juicy pork chops in light mustard sauce in the hotel's restaurant, we have all conked out at about twelve o'clock; still, we did anything else but falling asleep The whole room of the hotel was just grilling through that August moth's suffocating heat and humidity. We got redressed then and went out in the slightest night breeze straightaway. We took the central public road and without even realizing it, we've found ourselves outside the city, right in its prairies' countryside area. We continued to walk... (...) The continuance means always to get you surprised..