Lighting
exploded in the dark sky, as Camille Baptiste parked her car. It was half past midnight on a Saturday night.
She smiled recalling a distant memory. It was one of her grandmother saying. Beware
half past midnight, because it was the bewitching hour.
Camille Baptiste shook out her thoughts. She
was dead tired, she realized as she as she made her way down the street toward
the house. It was then it happened. Behind her as she took another step. She
saw the lights flash as if by magic, she stopped abruptly and turned her head.
She turned around quickly taking another step.
Camille Baptiste eyes widen in recognition.
She stood staring spellbound. A ghostly
eerie white light glowed back at her. It raised the hairs on the back of
her neck.
Desmond
Garcia wasn’t standing in front of her. But his ghost was.
She
gasped and took a step back. Disbelieving panic overtook her.
“Desmond….Desmond… But you’re dead. I saw them kill you.”
Desmond’s
body floated like a vapor on the wind.
That
was the last thing Camille remembered before the shock took body and she went
limp. She fell hard to the ground.
The
shrill shriek of a siren blaring imperiously was the next thing she remembered.
Someone
was shining a flashlight into her face. She opened her eyes tying to see.
“Miss….Miss. Are you alright?” the police
asked.
Camille
recovered enough to answer. “Yes,” she
said taking his hand to pull herself up.
Stay
tuned…….to be continued…
