Excerpt
Laura
A paranormal short story
Coming December 2, 2016
The road stretched out
before him into the night. George hated these rural routes, with no street
lights and no homes, the nothingness pressing in around him. He strained to
see, the lines swallowed as if by a heavy, black haze.
At times like these, he wished he’d had the radio
fixed. He pushed the button, as though it would work this time, but all he got
was a faint popping and static. He turned it off and slouched back into his
seat. “Damn.”
His annoyance wasn’t so much at the radio as at
himself. He should have started sooner. He’d had one— no, two —drinks for the
road, and now here he was with two more hours of driving ahead and already it
was well past midnight. He couldn’t refuse a free drink, though. After all, he
was retiring next week, and this was the last time he’d have to make a trip
like this— all the way out here, into the middle of nowhere, holding the hand
of some insecure client.
He drew his hand across his face, as if to pull the
weariness from his mind. “What’s that?” There was something in the headlights,
a movement perhaps, maybe a reflection. He slowed. Narrowing his eyes, he
searched the blackness. It was then he saw her standing on the side of the
road. She turned, facing the headlights as he pulled up next to her. She
couldn’t have been more than fifteen, maybe sixteen at the most.
He rolled down the passenger window. “Are you all right?”
His breath created puffs of steam on the night air. “Can I give you a lift
somewhere?”
She said nothing.
“Where are you going?” He undid his seatbelt and slid
over to the window. “You know, it’s really not safe to be out here this late by
yourself. Why don’t you let me give you a lift? I don’t mind, really I don’t.”
Slowly, she moved to the door. She opened it and
climbed in.
She left the door open, and he reached across and
pulled it shut, his hand brushing against her dress, its cold, wet fabric
clinging to her slight form. “You’re soaked. Where’s your coat? Don’t you have
one?” He took his jacket off and placed it around her shoulders. “Are you all right?
Has something happened?”
Water dripped from her loose blonde hair down onto her
dress. She didn’t speak, her face deathly pale in the light from the dashboard.