Abandoned Road

I wanted to cross this part of the road as fast as I could. There was no settlement, no vehicle in sight. I've been driving for almost half an hour now, and I haven't seen any person or vehicle on this dark road surrounded by tall trees. No wonder they call it 'the abandoned road'. No wonder they believe this stretch of road to be haunted!

I've always been afraid of ghosts, or for that matter, any evil supernatural force they talk about. Even short conversations on them give me the chills, although I knew they were just figments of imagination. Now that I was driving all alone on this secluded path, in the darkest of nights, the discomfort was growing as I felt lonelier. And I drove faster.

Distracted by fear and wild-running imagination, I was paying little attention to the road. And that was why I didn't see the huge piece of log lying on the road, almost halfway across. It was too late when I saw it, and while dodging it, I drove off the road, straight into a tree. And just like that I lost my life!

I walked away from the car, and found that my corpse was lying inside, head resting lifelessly on the steering. I looked at my hands - as real as they ever were. But their movements seemed to be slower - as if floating through the air. My entire body was just floating across!

It took a long crazy while to believe I was now a spirit - a ghost! But nothing else had changed, atleast not my thoughts. I still knew I had to reach my friend's place for dinner, and my family was waiting for me back at home expecting me to be late.

But what disturbed me most was the realization that ghosts are real. And I'm still afraid of them! That kind of fear that you can't rationalize or explain. That just creeps like a worm into the back of your mind and stays there, reminding you every now and then with chills and goosebumps, that it is there.

It was when I looked around that I saw them coming. Those people covered in mud and blood looking like rotten corpses. They floated across the ground towards me staring through their empty eye sockets, greeting! I tried not to look at them, but I couldn't close my eyes. I had no eyelids - I didn't have eyes!

With that sink-into-the-rabbithole feeling, I realized that they're my companion now, for a very very long time!

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