Her breath caught, as she saw him standing there, sunlight dancing in his eyes.
"Who are you?" she whispered.
"Don't… remember…"
"You don’t remember?"
"She…. Used to call me… Kyle."
"Kyle.. How did you die?"
And just like that, he dissipated. Erica left the little shop on the corner after work, and started home. It had been a long day. She got into her worn out white Volvo, and drove down the street, onto the dirt road.
She had been driving down the dirt road for only a few minutes, when she felt her tires go over an extremely large bump. She slammed on the breaks in a panic, and swiftly opened her car door, jumped out and looked back to see what she had hit. Or who she had hit. When she looked back though, there was nothing there. The road was smooth, and black as the night sky.
She got back in her car, worried, and scared. As she continued to drive, thoughts and memories rushed through her head. She remembered the first time she had ever spoken to a ghost, and how normal it had felt for her. How she dreaded waking up in the morning now, knowing that she will have to see another, and talk to another, and help another.
The headlights on her Volvo flickered, and two hands appeared just above the grill of the car. Scratching and clawing at the white paint. She screamed a scream so shrill and full of terror she was sure she would go deaf. She once again, slammed on the breaks. She screamed one more scream, and breathed heavily. She looked over the dash of her car, and through the foggy windshield, but there was nothing there; only the rest of the road in front of her. She knew that something was very wrong, and for the last time, she pressed the gas pedal ever so gently with her foot, and trudged home.
