A Tale for Halloween

The strains of Abba drifted across the marina from below deck.
The couple aboard kept themselves to themselves, but always acknowledged anyone they saw. A pleasant couple in their late fifties/early sixties, owners of a small cruiser which was their pride and joy.

The last time they were seen was four weeks previously, casually drinking their G&Ts on the back deck, getting some late sun, and listening to their favourite music.
In the early hours of the 23rd, music could be heard softly playing aboard, not enough to disturb anyone, but for the guy finishing his night shift, sufficient in volume to be noticed.
The following afternoon, another couple were passing by, but thought nothing of the popular vocals of the Swedish 1974 Eurovision winners lingering on the air. In fact, they were humming the tune as they returned to their own vessel after a shopping expedition.

It wasn’t until someone thought to report the fact that Abba was playing continuously throughout the day and night, and had been for well over a week that anyone investigated. Not that people were complaining you understand, it wasn’t as if it was heavy metal rock music at full volume.

The thing was, no-one had been seen going aboard or leaving, and no-one had seen the owners since their last visit several weeks before.
The boat was secure and padlocked, just as they’d left it.
The marina boss got on the phone and left messages on both their ansaphone and email.
Nobody responded.
As is company policy, a set of keys had been left in the office in case the boat had to be moved in an emergency.
Unable to contact the owners, two members of staff went down to have a look.

The boat was eerily silent, but everything seemed in order, and a quick inspection proved that nothing was amiss.
Coming back out on deck, the staff were confronted by the owners who were just about to unload their trolley for a few days stay.
Curious as to why they were aboard, the situation was explained, with the suggestion that perhaps they had left their Hi-Fi on with an Abba CD loaded on autoplay and finally the electricity had run out or the batteries had died.

‘That’s really strange,’ said the guy.
‘We don’t own an Abba album in any form, can’t stand the group’.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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