Fiction: Group 5
insert (known as cane blades) or stencil (known as stencil blades) and the beautiful fancy lights of the classic
ones. Some had one, some had three, and some had even five lights! Suddenly, I saw the Delta II fan by
Casablanca, and the word ‘delta’ in the fan’s name told me immediately that the figure was controlling my
thoughts.
We continued to walk. It was so peaceful, that I nearly forgot about the missing ceiling fan and
Martin decided to remind me. He would also “abuse” the ghost every day until he had had it and would
leave.
I turned around to see a man dressed in grey clothing walking beside me. I
KNEW
who he was. In
his right hand, he was holding my ceiling fan, and on his left hand, a tool box. I kept my cool, but my heart
was racing and I was gasping, as if I was an electric fan myself. I was on medium speed.
“Haru Carrier,” it said to me.
I turned from medium speed to high speed. “What is…? What is your name?!” I stuttered.
“Ura,” the man replied.
“You mean, you’re my…”
“I am who you think I am,” replied Ura. “I am your great great grandfather, and you are Haru, my little
great great granddaughter, now grown up, right? I was already dead when you were born. I had a heart
attack at the age of 37, remember.”
“Yeah- I,” I stuttered. I looked over to Martin, who was now staring with amazement.
“You know why I pretended to be a mischievous ghost?” Asked Ura. He later explained that my name was
his name spelled backward with an ‘H’ added at the start. ‘Haru’ coincidentally turned out to be a real
Japanese female name.
“Why?” Asked Martin.
“You never believed in ghosts until you moved to the Gobi Desert. I saw you and you were freaked out so
much that you moved out a year and a half later. I was testing you. When you moved to Beijing for less
than a year, I noticed that you brought your appliances with you. I pretended to be obsessed with your
ceiling fans, just to give you a little problem to solve. When you moved to Hong Kong, I pretended to be
extremely mischievous and decided to fake being obsessed with all electric fans, particularly focusing on
ceiling fans. I tipped over furniture in different places, and I messed up the jewelry and precious stones store.
I just wanted to see how you would react, and I’m sorry. A lot of things I did were quite wrong, like the
kindergarten incident and stuff.”
“OK, I do forgive you,” I replied, excited.
“You know, I spent quite a lot of time working in different factories in different cities in the Pearl River
Delta,” Ura added. “One did make ceiling fans. Let’s go back now and I will stop being mischievous. I will
also put this big boy back!” He lifted his right arm slightly to emphasize the big white fan.
Later, we were surrounded by white light, and we were back in my house. Ura was by my side and
Martin on the other. “I will fix my mistakes,” said Ura. The first thing he did was re-install the ceiling fan
back to its proper place.
A few days later, we were on the news again. There was a picture of Ura, Martin, Me and another
friend called Roger on newspapers around the world. Now everyone knows how Ura tried to test my fear
and was really very nice. The headline on one of the articles said, “‘Man-Eating’ Figure’s Real personality
is Revealed!”
This will probably be an urban legend centuries from now, and I’m ready to be famous!
