in, and everything went black once
more.
Knowing I wasn’t a ghost this time, that this was sort of
like a dream, I didn’t seem to mind the fact I was glowing
and in the back seat of another car. This one was even older than
the last one. I was sitting on a long white bench at the back.
Forget seatbelts. There were none.
The inside was red and the steering wheel was huge — like
on a bus. The driver, who was male, had to turn it with one hand
crossing over the other. The radio was playing what sounded like
The Beach Boys masked in static.
There was a passenger in the seat next to him — a woman.
She was nibbling on his ear while he drove with her hand on his
thigh. I hate to make judgments without knowing more about the
circumstances, but something about their behavior didn’t seem
quite right.
We were driving past fields of corn that were dotted with
weeping willows. The groping and heavy kissing was causing the car
to swerve.
I didn’t like where this was going. Plus, I wasn’t
sure how much longer I wanted to be in the car, especially without
a seatbelt.
The woman in the front was giggling incessantly and the man was
moaning. I wasn’t sure I really wanted to see exactly what
they were up to, but I think his pants were undone.
I slid over in the back seat to get a glance at the man. Between
more heavy petting and kissing, I realized that this was my
grandfather. I’d seen photos of him as a child. The prominent
chin was unmistakable.
There were no cars coming towards us, nor behind us. So, I was
relieved to know that their reckless behavior wouldn’t
necessarily cost them their lives. At the same time, I wasn’t
entirely sure what might happen to me if I was caught in an
accident. Maybe I’d just slide right through whatever came at
them.
The woman in the front started to get a little more aggressive,
licking my grandfather’s neck and almost sitting on his lap.
There was a hunger to her.
The car swerved again. My grandfather was struggling to see as
he drove, but he wasn’t exactly asking her to stop either. He
hoisted her onto him so she was straddling him. I noticed
something. My grandfather’s wedding ring. He was married, and
I knew my grandmother to have had black hair. This woman’s
hair was golden.
I nearly gasped. I hadn’t really paid attention to it,
until I got a glimpse of her face. This was the same woman
who’d been at the door on my last trip like this. The one who
had been trying to sell beauty products to my mother just as my
father was being electrocuted.
The woman looked right at me as the car swerved again, this time
towards one of those weeping willows. She was smiling.
I screamed as the car drove into the tree.
Chapter 10
I woke to find Chris nudging me. The earrings were in his
hand.
“Hey, you okay?”
Like the last time, I felt really groggy. I blinked at him.
“What happened?”
“Nothing,” he said. “But you were mumbling a
little, so I took the earrings off.”
“How long was I out?”
“Not even five minutes,” he said.
It seemed longer than that, but I have to admit this trip was
brief compared to the last one. I took the earrings. I was going
back. Twice in my family’s life that woman had shown up, and
she looked the same age. The fact she had looked straight at me
both times didn’t sit well. Something was going on.
“I’m trying again,” I said. I hooked one of
them in.
“What did you see?”
“I’ll tell you after. Something’s not
right.”
I hooked the second one and the blackness took me again.
I was beginning to get a little used to these trips, but I have
to say the death part was never pleasant. Not only was watching my
family members die upsetting, but actually being a part of
the car accident in that last one was unnerving. I hoped that
wasn’t how
I
was going to go.
Then there was that woman. That part bothered me the most.
Who the hell was she?
This time my ghostly form stood inside the
more.
Knowing I wasn’t a ghost this time, that this was sort of
like a dream, I didn’t seem to mind the fact I was glowing
and in the back seat of another car. This one was even older than
the last one. I was sitting on a long white bench at the back.
Forget seatbelts. There were none.
The inside was red and the steering wheel was huge — like
on a bus. The driver, who was male, had to turn it with one hand
crossing over the other. The radio was playing what sounded like
The Beach Boys masked in static.
There was a passenger in the seat next to him — a woman.
She was nibbling on his ear while he drove with her hand on his
thigh. I hate to make judgments without knowing more about the
circumstances, but something about their behavior didn’t seem
quite right.
We were driving past fields of corn that were dotted with
weeping willows. The groping and heavy kissing was causing the car
to swerve.
I didn’t like where this was going. Plus, I wasn’t
sure how much longer I wanted to be in the car, especially without
a seatbelt.
The woman in the front was giggling incessantly and the man was
moaning. I wasn’t sure I really wanted to see exactly what
they were up to, but I think his pants were undone.
I slid over in the back seat to get a glance at the man. Between
more heavy petting and kissing, I realized that this was my
grandfather. I’d seen photos of him as a child. The prominent
chin was unmistakable.
There were no cars coming towards us, nor behind us. So, I was
relieved to know that their reckless behavior wouldn’t
necessarily cost them their lives. At the same time, I wasn’t
entirely sure what might happen to me if I was caught in an
accident. Maybe I’d just slide right through whatever came at
them.
The woman in the front started to get a little more aggressive,
licking my grandfather’s neck and almost sitting on his lap.
There was a hunger to her.
The car swerved again. My grandfather was struggling to see as
he drove, but he wasn’t exactly asking her to stop either. He
hoisted her onto him so she was straddling him. I noticed
something. My grandfather’s wedding ring. He was married, and
I knew my grandmother to have had black hair. This woman’s
hair was golden.
I nearly gasped. I hadn’t really paid attention to it,
until I got a glimpse of her face. This was the same woman
who’d been at the door on my last trip like this. The one who
had been trying to sell beauty products to my mother just as my
father was being electrocuted.
The woman looked right at me as the car swerved again, this time
towards one of those weeping willows. She was smiling.
I screamed as the car drove into the tree.
Chapter 10
I woke to find Chris nudging me. The earrings were in his
hand.
“Hey, you okay?”
Like the last time, I felt really groggy. I blinked at him.
“What happened?”
“Nothing,” he said. “But you were mumbling a
little, so I took the earrings off.”
“How long was I out?”
“Not even five minutes,” he said.
It seemed longer than that, but I have to admit this trip was
brief compared to the last one. I took the earrings. I was going
back. Twice in my family’s life that woman had shown up, and
she looked the same age. The fact she had looked straight at me
both times didn’t sit well. Something was going on.
“I’m trying again,” I said. I hooked one of
them in.
“What did you see?”
“I’ll tell you after. Something’s not
right.”
I hooked the second one and the blackness took me again.
I was beginning to get a little used to these trips, but I have
to say the death part was never pleasant. Not only was watching my
family members die upsetting, but actually being a part of
the car accident in that last one was unnerving. I hoped that
wasn’t how
I
was going to go.
Then there was that woman. That part bothered me the most.
Who the hell was she?
This time my ghostly form stood inside the
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