A Ghostly
Experience
By
S.G. McKinley
A Ghostly Experience
Copyright 2012 S.G. McKinley
Published by Sharon Watson
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Forward
The lonely stretch of highway snaked ahead with only the stars in the sky for light. The late night rain slicks the roads, and a lone motorcyclist travels on his way to visit relatives.
Brandon seems tired and sleepy from his day of work, but he feels sure he can make it to his uncle and aunt’s house in a few hours.
His eyes growing wearier by the miles, the young man fights to stay alert. No matter how much he tries, he can’t keep his eyes open. As they slowly close one last time, his life is about to end. He doesn’t realize this at the moment, though.
The bike hit a slick spot as he went through a mountain pass, and it careened toward the right slope, slamming into the jagged rocks of the mountain.
The impact splintered the bike and metal became strewn around a large area of the highway, and the rider was flung several feet away.
As Brandon fell, his body crumpled into a bloody heap, the right side of his head burst open because he didn’t wear a helmet. He hates the way helmets feel on his head, and prefers the freedom of the wind through his hair.
One arm bent at an awkward angle, and his right leg has a deep gash below the knee. Blood went everywhere from his head, leg, and from the many cuts and scratches the collision has given him.
The highway remained desolate until the early morning hours, and a passing motorist happened upon the grisly scene. The man checked to see if the rider still has a pulse, not finding one, and then he quickly went to the nearest town to call the police to come check it out.
He drove back and waited, but knows it to be already too late; the young man is definitely deceased, his bike totaled, and now all that seems left to do is call the next of kin and clean the accident scene.
The family came and viewed the body once it had been taken to the mortician, and Brandon is given a closed casket funeral. Family laid him to rest in a quiet cemetery called Mountain Grove, and his loved ones tried to move on, their grief almost unbearable.
At the grave, one solitary young woman stood off to the side, watching everyone tell the man goodbye.
Tears streamed down Lacey’s face, and she feels her insides crushing. She has watched the young man for months, never able to walk up and talk to him. He’s gone now, and she will never get the chance to tell him hello, or carry on a conversation, or even walk with him.
“I vow to you, Brandon…I will go weekly to your grave to sit for a few hours. I am determined to at least give you that much of my time,” Lacey mumbled quietly.
As everyone left, she remained for a few long and lonely hours afterwards, her eyes fixed on the grave as workers lowered the casket and covered it with the broken earth beside it. It was after dark when she turned to leave.
Her world might never be the same again. Little does she know that Brandon will be a major factor in her finding the true love of her life.
Chapter One
The shadowy figure quietly floated over the ground. At times it appears human-like, while at others it looks to be a transparent mass of white.
Apparently it’s a man, because of the way the body looks when it solidifies. The apparition has long hair, stands tall and slender with a slight hint of muscles, and flows along the surface like it has a purpose.
Around midnight, other visions slide up from the earthen graves, billowing along together as if searching for something.
This happens around midnight every night, and if someone were to appear unexpectedly, the figures fade into nothingness. They never appear in human form to the living, at least not yet.
Their haunting sometimes branches out to the town and into homes, scaring the dwellers into eventually moving either out of the home or completely out of town. Even invisible they prove to be a scary thing to encounter.
The ghostly figure of the young man with long hair stays out longer than the others. It seems as if he searches for something or someone.
If that is the case…he hasn’t found what he’s looking for yet. The shadowy women swarm him, but he brushes them aside or stares through them, letting them know that he doesn’t want to be near them.
When he materializes, he will rise out of his grave and float around, his eyes scanning the cemetery. After several hours, when the stars go to sleep and the day begins, he vaporizes into mist and disintegrates through the Earth to the home where he now lives.
The next night finds him once more roaming and going to the far-reaches of the graveyard. If someone were to sit and watch him, they can feel his sadness and despair as he glides through the markers, and as he slides in and out of the graves lining the small area.
As the other apparitions float around doing their own things in the darkness, the lone man will either ease around or sit on graves.
The wind gently blows his hair from his face, allowing his deep black eyes to be visible. His cleft chin twitches occasionally, as his hands move along his long, flowing robes. If another being tries to sit beside him or hover over him, he won’t even look their way.
He’ll frown and say, “Be gone!”
They abruptly vanish into thin air and leave him alone. If not, he lifts one hand and moves it as if he pushes them, and they will gasp and drop like they’ve been hit with something solid.
As the wind blows his robes out away from his feet, there can be seen biker boots. Underneath the white robes are leather pants and shirt, colored white along with his Spirit. Gold chains adorn his neck, and rings are on his fingers.
Altogether, he appears as a very imposing specimen, even with him being transparent. He also looks to be a very powerful one. He’s ruled the cemetery since his death, defeating all other entities that have been residing over the dead.
The loneliest nights for this man are the rainy ones. They remind him of the night he died, alone on that highway on his motorcycle. He still remembers the crash, and the way his head slammed against the side of the cliff.
The pain is gone, but the memory always remains. The torment of knowing he will never see the girl he had been watching for a while tends to haunt him like he haunts others. She preys on his mind, ever making him want her with him.
She still lives; he died.
He knows it can never be.
Her long, wavy hair blows in his visions, blonde with streaks of red permeating through like a portrait of an artist after his professional strokes with his brush. Her heart-shaped face lingers, rosy cheeks and almond-shaped eyes of the iciest blue.
He can’t ever get her out of his mind, and because of this he wanders the graveyard sad and lonely, wishing he could see her one more time physically instead of him being apparitional, but knowing if he could they would only be friends and nothing more.
The visits she makes each day as she sits by his grave are comforting, but he wants something else.
Brandon longs for the comfort of being alive all over again. He wants Lacey by his side.
*****
Since the funeral, Lacey Josephs hasn’t had any good days.
She mopes around so much that her mother and father told her, “Lacey, why don’t you try to start getting out more? Maybe you’ll start feeling better. We know how much you wish you could have met Brandon before he died in that horrible bike accident. He seemed like he was a good man, and someone every parent would love for their daughter to meet and get to know. Fate had a hand in preventing this from happening with you and Brandon, though. If only he had waited until he was less tired before going to see his aunt and uncle that day.”
“I know,” Lacey answered. “I wish the same, but for some reason, God didn’t want the two of us to get together. He has other purposes for both of us. I do feel Brandon when I go to the cemetery each day. It’s nice.”
Lacey dreamed at night about her first boyfriend she had before she set her sights on Brandon, his smile floating through her memory, and his eyes sparkling. She drifts off into a deep sleep where she can touch him and love him, their bodies close together as they lay on the green grasses talking or swinging in her porch swing.
Grady Latham lays her down gently and caresses her soft skin, his kisses setting her on fire. His hands smooth over her long hair, going down to her chest. From there, his hands work their magic over her body as her womanhood wakes to the new sensations that happen between a woman and a man.
She reaches and treats his body to her own magic touches, and they begin to consummate their love.
He talks softly and easily to Lacey, and she listens intently.
“I want you. I need you. Love me, like I want to love you,” she told him.
“I need you more than you need me, Lacey. I hope you are ready for this.”