"O… K" she murmured, disbelief obvious in her voice. "What makes you think so?"
"I got to my aunt's place a few hours ago to discover that the person I have been having sex with for a while doesn't exist".
With a raised eyebrow, she inquired "And you are certain of what you just said?"
"Yes, I am" I responded confidently. "On the first day of my arrival to their house, Nono, my little cousin told me of someone named Philomena that died in the room. But her parents waved it away quickly, saying it was just a child's joke".
"So you sleep in the same room where this supposed lady died?"
I nodded anxiously, my palms sweaty with tension.
"How and when does she come?"
"I basically lived with her".
She gave me a goggle in unbelief.
"Yeah, it was today I got to know that she wasn't real. All the while I thought she lived with us" Hearing myself say that out loud made me knew how crazy and creepy it sounded.
