Chapter 77. The Stranger Who knows All.

He was as bright as a sunflower the moment I let him explain himself. He clapped his hands cheerfully and stood from my bed, taking me by the hand and forcing me to sit. I wonder, is this part of his hospitality or is she just doing it out of a habit just like his attitude of talking a lot. "I am so glad that you finally agreed to give me a chance and hear me out, I promise you, you won't be bored dear Martha, or should I say Anastasia." 

I stand from my bed. Am struck with great disbelief.  Absolutely nobody knows me by that name, and I have not told a single soul about my past memories. Once again, this man manages to make me curious. How does he not fail to amaze me everytime. "Tell me now, who are you? Tell me the truth now, how do you know my past, what are you, are you really a ghost?" As I raise many questions and pour them all on him, he does nothing but sit at a place and s