It Is A Mystery Ghost
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“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice a whisper. “You can’t go out there.”
“I’m going to find out what happened,” she said.
She was already on the porch. I followed her down and we stepped outside into the cold night air. It was snowing again; fat flakes drifting down from the sky. The streetlights glowed golden in the falling snow, throwing long shadows of our bodies across the front lawn. The yard was silent. The only sound was the soft hiss of snow melting as it landed on the ground.
“Hey,” I whispered. “I know this is probably crazy, but I don’t want to leave you alone here.”
She nodded, her eyes staring at nothing. “I’ll be okay.” She turned to me then and took my hand.
The moment she touched me, I felt it: an invisible wall between us. Like something had been drawn up around us like we were standing on the edge of a cliff looking down at the world. I could feel it everywhere. Like we were standing in a field of invisible razor wire, cutting off all the air.
And there was something else: a feeling of sadness, so deep that it hurt to be near her. I was afraid to speak. I didn’t want to break whatever spell was holding us together.
Then she looked at me with her beautiful green eyes, and I couldn’t stop myself from touching her face. Her skin was smooth and warm. She kissed me then, and I pulled her close to me. I wanted to tell her how much I loved her, but I didn’t know if she’d understand. So instead I kissed her and held her tight, and let my heart beat out loud and free.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“I have to,” she said. “It’s just a few blocks away.”
We walked side by side through the snow, holding hands. The streetlights cast long shadows on the sidewalks, and the snow melted beneath our feet. We passed the big house where we’d been staying. The front door was open, and there was a light coming from inside. It was a fire blazing in the fireplace, and it gave off a bright red glow.
“They’re home,” she said. “I hope they don’t mind.”
“Let’s go in,” I said.
“I should warn you, they might not be very friendly.”
“That doesn’t matter to me,” I said. “But you might want to wait until they go to bed.”
“I’m going now,” she said.
She went into the house, and I followed her. We stood in the living room, and I was afraid to look around. But when I did, I saw a couple of people sitting on the couch, watching television. They both jumped when they saw us, and the woman started to scream.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I’m here to help.”
The man stood up and walked toward us, his arms wide. “My God,” he said. “You’re alive!”
I stepped forward and took him in my arms. He was thin and weak, and he smelled like the inside of a dirty shirt. I could see the bruises on his face, and his eyes were tired and sad. His hair was gone, and his hands were shaking as he touched my face.
“I thought I’d lost you,” he said. “For good.”
He was crying, and I put my arms around him and hugged him tightly. The woman came over to us, and she kissed me on the cheek.
“I’m so happy you’re back,” she said.
Then the man put his hand on her shoulder and smiled at her.
“I know I should be sad,” he said, “but I’m too happy for that.”
***
It Is A Mystery Ghost
I looked into the old couple’s eyes and knew them well. They were my grandparents, and I’d been with them when they died.
I’d known they were going to die before they did. I’d seen it in their minds. It was the last thing they’d ever see in this life.
But they didn’t know I was there. And they didn’t realize they were dead. They thought they were still alive.
When I took them back to the moment when they died, I saw that the car had crashed into a tree, and the flames had engulfed the vehicle. The fire had burned out of control, and the house had caught on fire too. But I wasn’t able to save them.
And then, when we stepped outside, I saw what happened next.
The house exploded in a huge ball of flame, and the blast lifted me off my feet. I was thrown high into the air, and I fell through the clouds. I could see the world below me, but I couldn’t reach it. The ground was too far away, and I felt myself floating in the sky.
I held onto the steering wheel for dear life. The wind was blowing hard, and the cold air hit me like a knife. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were burning, and I tried to scream, but my voice was gone. I wanted to close my eyes, but I was afraid if I did, I would never open them again.
The light from the explosion washed over me, and I saw it in my mind. The blast had sent the car into the air, and it was falling toward the earth. And all I could think about was how much I loved my grandparents.
And then I heard a sound behind me, and I turned around.
I saw the big black dog, and he was running at me. He jumped up, and bit into the steering wheel, and he pulled me toward him. Then he wrapped his jaws around my throat and started to squeeze.
***
I’d been afraid of the dog ever since I saw it in the dream. It had been chasing me for miles, and now I was trapped inside the car with him. He was trying to kill me, and I knew he wouldn’t stop until I was dead.
“Help!” I screamed. “Someone help me!”
The man who’d saved me from the fire ran toward me. I could hear his footsteps, and I saw him coming toward me. But then the dog reached out and grabbed him. He threw the man into the air, and he landed on the grass. The man’s face was bloody, and his eyes were closed.
And the dog jumped back into the car.
“No!” I screamed.
I tried to grab the steering wheel, but it was too far away. I put my hands on the door, and I opened it, but I couldn’t get out. The car was still moving, and the wheels spun as the engine roared. I had to hold on tight, or I’d be thrown out.
The dog was getting closer.
He stood on the seat, and he looked at me, and I knew what he wanted. He wanted to kill me.
I closed my eyes and waited for the end.
***
“Get me out of here,” I said.
A ghost appeared, and I knew it was the man who’d rescued me. His hair was white, his skin was pale, and he had a big scar on one side of his face.
“What do you want?” he asked.
I tried to tell him about the dog, but my voice was gone. I coughed, and my head started to spin. I was going to pass out.
“Please,” I said. “Can you get me out of here?”
The man came over to me, and he put his hand on my shoulder.
“What happened?” he asked.
I pointed at the dog.
“It’s after me,” I said.
The man turned to look, and he saw the big black dog standing in the front seat. The creature was looking right at him. And then he noticed that I was trapped inside the car.
“I’m sorry,” the man said. “But I can’t let you go.”
The dog was sitting next to me, and he put his paws on the seat. He looked at me with sad eyes, and I knew he was trying to say something. I reached out and touched his fur.
“Why not?” I asked.
I heard a sound behind me, and I turned around. I saw the man from before, and he was coming toward us.
“Help me,” I said.
The man took off his shirt, and wrapped it around his hands. Then he held them up, and he squeezed. He pulled hard, and he twisted, and he ripped the steering wheel.
And the dog grabbed him by the neck and threw him into the air.
He landed on the grass, and rolled onto his back. His eyes were closed, and he wasn’t moving.
I screamed for help, and I watched as the dog jumped into the car and sat down.
“No!” I cried. “Don’t hurt him!”
I looked at the man, and I saw blood running down his chest.
“Help me,” I said.
The man opened his eyes, and he stared at me.
“Why?” he asked.
“I love you,” I said.
The dog leaned over, and licked the man’s face.
“I don’t understand,” the man said.
The dog got up, and he turned to look at me. He shook his head, and he started to whimper.
“I don’t want to leave you,” I said. “You’re my only friend.”
I reached out and touched his face. I ran my fingers through his fur, and I kissed him on the nose.
“Please,” I begged.
The dog stood up, and he turned to look at me.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
His tail was still wagging, and I knew he was smiling.
“Can you do something for me?” I asked.
The dog looked at the man who’d saved me, and then he jumped into the air.
The End