Ghost Story, Account of Yesterday
This is the account of an incident yesterday that sent shivers through my spine and caused me to recount it over and over trying in vain to make sense of an extraordinary experience. While some will be quick to dismiss it as simply a shadow or misperception, others will appreciate the eerieness of the following story.
David and I went to town yesterday in separate vehicles. He followed me out to the main highway, state road 84. We traveled to the intersection with highway 62. He followed behind me until the road widened into 2 lanes on either side just past the Glendale community turn off. He passed me at the rock quarry’s gates; I turned my head and waved to him as our vehicle’s windows were aligned side by side. I paused thinking, ‘Why did he bring the guy washing the vehicles with him?’ There is a man who stops by and washes farm equipment and motor vehicles to make a little extra money. He was at the barns washing 4 wheelers and smaller equipment as I drove by. You must keep in mind all of these thoughts were firing in my mind as David was passing me, yet it all was so clear and vivid as if we were in slow motion. I was a little irritated since he had been gone for over a week on business. ‘If he was going to take someone to lunch it should’ve been me.’ Just to be sure I wasn’t starting an argument, I looked again, hard, not a glance, but really hard to make sure it was the car washer.
I sped up a bit as David was just about ahead of me. Our windows were aligned again. I glared at the man’s silhouette. I hesitated, it wasn’t the car washer. It wasn’t anyone I knew. He was staring ahead, shoulders slightly slumped. His head was somewhat forward of his body intently looking at the road ahead; bald with a long forehead, rounded somewhat bulbous nose and stubble beneath it. Actually, stubble on his cheeks too like he hadn’t shaved in a few days; not a week’s worth of growth, but definitely three day’s worth. I glanced ahead then quickly back at him. He was still there intently staring at the road ahead. David was now ahead of me where I could clearly see through the back window.
The passenger was slightly to the right of the seat rest. I could see the outline of the right side of his head and the top of his shoulders. Now I was really irritated. ‘Who is riding with him?’ David insisted on not riding along with me because he wanted to get his items and go home to work in the barn. I pressed speed dial on my steering wheel. His voice rang out over my speakers, “Hello, honey.”
‘Is the car wash guy with you?’
‘Is someone riding with you?’
‘I see someone in the truck with you on the passenger side.’
By this time the truck was several car lengths ahead of me going through the light at the Cecilia intersection. “I’m the only one in the truck, honey.” The ‘honey’ had a clipped sound so I knew he was on the verge of frustration with this strange conversation. I had caught up with him again. ‘Well, I could have sworn you had a passenger.’ I explained that’s why I had sped up a couple miles back to look in the passenger side window. “You’re freaking me out.” “That’s so weird.” I looked one more time through the back window of his truck as I disconnected the call. No silhouette, nothing. No passenger whatsoever.
All afternoon the incident played in my head like a reel to reel tape. Finally, near the end of the day, a realization came to me. Besides the fact that I didn’t know the passenger, there was something really bugging me about the man’s image. Finally, it struck me, he never blinked nor moved. And his physicality was odd too. When I glanced at David, his silhouette was a little shaded because the sun was at an early afternoon position and slightly to the right of our cars, but it was solidly him. The passenger’s silhouette and facial features were distinct, but there was a fuzziness to him not solid like David’s.
I think I may have seen a ghost.