GHOST HOLLOW ROAD

Tale from Anthony Ford

"As a card carrying insomnac and a well known tempter of fates, I have often found myself alone in my car in the wee hours of the morning, exploring areas with legendary reputations, evil vibes, and dark legacies. One of my favorite nighttime sojourns is Ghost Hollow Road. With a name like that, I figured it had to be worth seeing.

I would often search the area, looking for signs of the legendary graveyard, always coming up with nothing. One night I had gotten out of the car and was doing a bit of walking, looking for clues as to the location of the crypts once again. My latest tip, like all the others, was a dead end—no pun intended.

I was headed back to my car, when I passed a woman in her twenties walking in the opposite direction on the other side of the road—maybe thirty feet across from me. I nodded at her and waved. She looked in my direction with the oddest look on her face. She was looking almost through me, not quite smiling, but more smirking. She was beautiful: blond hair, alabaster skin, sad, sunken eyes.

We passed each other, and I walked for about twenty more seconds, when it hit me. It was after three in the morning. I usually didn't see other cars out here at this time of night, let alone others walking on the road.

I spun around; she was nowhere to be found.

I ran back to my car, thoroughly creeped out. Maybe there's a rational explanation. Maybe I hallucinated the whole thing. Or maybe my gothic desires were fulfilled, and I had glimpsed the ghost of Ghost Hollow Road." -Anthony Ford