Excerpt:

The car hit the young woman, her body flying into the air and landing twisted on the road. The car shuddered to a stop. It was a light blue small four door, a man in his early thirties stepped out. Shaking, he walked over to the girl and knelt beside her. Her eyes were glazed and staring up at a weak sodium street light. Groaning, he sat back on his heels. He had to leave, if they saw him… he had to leave. Standing up, he ran for his car and left.

The small blue car turned onto a street where most of the lights were dark. It was something7th avenue. The driver was a young man in his early thirties, His phone rang, a small jingle. Picking it up, the driver, a male in his thirties, answered. As he talked, he periodically glanced at the road. Stopping at a light, he reached for a long cardboard tube and dropped the phone. Cursing, he reached for it as the light changed and he stepped on the pedal. The car started forth, the driver felt on the car’s floor for the phone.

A young woman stepped off the curb, her earrings jingled as she strode across the street, not paying attention to anything. Something pushed her from behind, a shadow darted from her side, light flared, and suddenly the car hit her. Her body flying into the air and landing twisted on the road.

The small blue car turned onto a street where most of the lights were dark. It was something7th avenue. A teenage, dressed in black leather with his multicolored hair twisted into spikes, concentrated on his hand and it firmed up. Holding his concentration, he picked up the handle and dialed a number. The small blue car turned onto a street where most of the lights were dark. It was something7th avenue. The driver was a young man in his early thirties, His phone rang, a small jingle. Picking it up, the driver, a male in his thirties, answered. As he talked, he periodically glanced at the road. The translucent figure of a girl with orange hair and piercings sat in the back seat. Stopping at a light, the driver reached for a long cardboard tube and dropped the phone. The young girl grinned. Diving, down, she pushed the phone under the seat. Laughing, she allowed herself to pass through the floor of the car and stood on the road. Cursing, the driver reached for it as the light changed and he stepped on the pedal. The car started forth, the driver felt on the car’s floor for the phone. Behind the car, two young women grinned, a gaping hole on one’s cheek stretched grotesquely. Together, they concentrated on pushing the car faster and faster. Laughing, they enjoyed themselves.

A young woman stepped off the curb, her earrings jingled as she strode across the street, not paying attention to anything. Two women waited on the other side. Both were elderly, one had skin the color of caramel with her iron colored hair was pulled back tightly into a bun. The other was a very short woman, the picture of a grandmother who hangs out in a kitchen and feeds you. They watched this young woman sadly. Feeling something pushing her from behind the young woman gasped. A young face flashed through her mind, one that she hadn’t seen in years, not since they had killed themselves. A shadow darted from her side, light flared, and suddenly the car hit her. Her body flying into the air and landing twisted on the road. Standing up, the young woman looked at her body and then up to see the ghostly killers surround her. The young woman tried to run but they had been ghosts longer and caught her easily.

The two elderly women stepped forward and waved the younger tormentors off.

“I told you before, your evil ways, your cruelty, your selfishness would earn you exactly what you deserve. Now that young man, will stop, come to check on you, and see who you are. In fear, he will leave you here. He will ditch his car in a canal, go home, and wake up tomorrow, catch a plane to New York for his job, come home, ‘discover’ his car missing, and report it. No one will suspect him. No one will care. In time, you will be forgotten. What is worse, my dear Marcella, is that you were given warning, long ago but you mocked it. Now it is time to face your judgment. We can not spare you but we will take you to it. You were brat but you were my favorite granddaughter.”

Together they folded her in their arms and led her away. Behind her, a man in his early thirties stepped out of the car. Shaking, he walked over to the girl and knelt beside her. Her eyes were glazed and staring up at a weak sodium street light. Groaning, he sat back on his heels. He had to leave, if they saw him… he had to leave. Standing up, he ran for his car and left.

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