Her mind was spinning. Floating on endless nothing. She could hear someone talking, but it was distorted. Like she was under water. It seem to be two men talking. She barely make out the words.
“What should we do? If the cops find her?”
“Hey, keep it together. We’ll just go out to the desert and berry her.”
Berry who? Berry me. She tryed to move her arms, to fight, to speak, something, anything. But she couldn’t. She tryed to open her eyes, but realized, they where already open. She was looking down into her own lifeless eyes.
_No. NO! It can’t be! This can’t be me. I can’t be dead! I has a daughter. I have a life! I have to get back in there. _She tryed to grab hold of her hand, her arm, her yellow dress. Anything. Nothing.
The men moved her body to the back of the car. “What a shame.” One of them said. “She was such a beauty.”
_I still am. I’m not Dead!! _ She screaming now.
“What was her name?”
“Umm… May June? May Young? Something like that.”
_You don’t remember? You prick! _She tried laying down in her body, hoping it would reconnect. _Please. PLEASE! Ancestors help me!! _ She prayed as they drove. Begging for help. For forgiveness. For a second chance. But it never happened.
The men berred her in a shallow, unmarked grave. That was dug up and desecrated by wild animals in less then a day. Her bones scattered. Anger filled her soul. She wanted vengeance on the men that left her to rote.
Her soul was still bound to the car, so she could find the first man easily. But she couldn’t cause him any harm. Anger filled her as she tried. Then someone, rather something came to her. A demon. He offered her retribution on those two men, and the power to haunt, in exchange she would be bound to the car where she died. She felt lost and betrayed by her ancestors. She agreed and was given the knowledge to haunt.
True to it’s word, the men died. The man she was with, died of an drug overdose, like she did. And the other man was killed in a car accident. But also true to the demon’s word. See was bound to the car. And while she could haunt, she couldn’t go more then 20 ft from the car. And with her angry soul bound to it, the car was riddled with issues. So much so that it was dumped and forgotten for years. Left to rust and decay alongside May Young’s sanity.
Nearly 60 years after her death, the car was sold to a car enthusiast alongside 5 other cars like it. It sat at his house for months waiting it’s fate. The house just out of her reach. And that where I found it. And May Young.
I am a psychic medium and an energy witch. I was staying with my friend, a fellow healer and light witch, who was house sitting for her parents, the cars new owner. As we were there we noticed some off energy. As energy workers we were able to kick the crap out of the house, but the was something else.
You see, I was just starting to become more comfortable with my mediumship and my energy witch abilities. And I was just learning how to open those doors. I could sense May, but there was something else. Something evil with her.
After some time of this nonsense just making me feel sick, I went out and confronted her. She was surprised and a little frightened when I faced her.
“OK. What the H#ll is going on and why do you keep harassing me!”
_I… I … Me? _
_ “_Yes you. I can hear you and see you.”
She pointed to herself.
“Yeah, you miss. In the back of the car. Come out here and talk to me.” I opened the passenger door and held out my hand to her.
Cautiously, she took it and stepped out.
“Good. Now, what’s going on here.”
She broke down in tears, and told me her whole, sad, lonely, story.
She was born and raised in Hong Kong. She lived comfortably, but she always wanted more. She was beautiful and spirited and had not trouble getting what she wanted, especially from men. One day she wet an American businessman, and she know he could get her out of Hong Kong and to America. She played her cards and in months they were married, and on their way to the USA.
For meny years they were happy. They had a nice house, and eventually, a daughter. And even though she still had dreams of travel and exploring, she stayed. But as time went on and she got older, her husband grew distant. Until one day, he told her, he was leaving her for a younger woman, and he did.
He offered no apology or financial support for her or his daughter. Thankfully his parents weren’t so heartless. They took her and the infant in. May had to work two jobs, and help her aging mother-in-law maintain the house. After a year and a half of that broke down, and turn to drug for comfort.
Tears streamed down her face as told me of her final day. She and her mother in law had a huge fight. And for I moment I could see the hold thing.
“These Drugs are going to kill you May. Do you want that? D you want your daughter to lose her mother too?”
she points that the little girl sitting in the her booster seat.
“It’s not like that. It’s just a little fun.”
“Fun? Every weekend you wast your money doing God knows what, with God knows who.”
“They’re my friend, mother. I can trust them.”
“Realy?” Mother folds her arms. “Then why have I never met them?”
May pauses. “You wouldn’t like them.”
“Why not?”
“I am an adult. And I not your daughter! And I don’t have to answer to you!
Right here child started crying in the her booster seat.
“Shut UP!” May screamed at her.
Her mother ran to the child holding her head. “Don’t yell at her.”
“Why NOT! I DIDN’T WANT HER. I Didn’t Want ANY of This!!” May was stabbing now. Her mother-in-law reached out to her.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!!” She real back. “This is all your fault. He never would have left me if you had been a had mother.” May grabbed her bag and stormed out.
_And that was the last thing I said to her. The last time I saw her, or My baby girl. _She knelt there, weeping. I knelt down beside her and put my arm around her shoulders. I have touched ghosts before, usually by the hand, but this felt a little different. Instead of the electric feeling, she just felt cold.
“May, you don’t have to stay here.”
_Yes I do._
“No. You don’t.”
_I must pay pennence. _
_ “_Sis, You have been stuck in a car, Alone, for 50 years, at least. I think that’s pennence enough.” She stopped, thinking. “Would you like me to ask?”
_Who would you ask? _
I pointed to the sky. “God.” She agreed.
Now I prefer to keep prayers privet. So I will just say, the achangel Uriel was sent to escort her to the other side. I gave her an embrace. “Don’t worry. You’re not going to be forgotten. I’ll tell your story. I’ll share it whatever ways I can, and maybe, some how, your daughter will hear.”
Tears filled her eyes again. _Thank you. And please tell her, that I love her. And I never ment to leave her. _
“I will.” I hugged her again, and with that she took Uriel’s arm and they walked into the beckoning light. Finally, after almost 60 years. May Young Johnson is finally home with her family.
The end
Ps Oh, you may be wonding about the demon she made a deal with. Well the deal was broken, May was free and home, so the little creep had no tires or power. So I sent the creep back to hell. And the moral of the story kids is, don’t do drugs. …. Or make deals with demons.
The tears are streaming down her face as she’s driving. The rain is coming down heavily, obcoring her vision even more. Her words keep echoing in her ears.
“It was all a LIE!!” Sid threw down his shield badge and ID. “You’ve been working for shield this whole time! You lying sack of SHIT!”
Ron raised his hand in front of him. “Wait. Babe. I can explain.”
“Don’t call me that! SCHEIBe KOPF!! I can’t believe I listen to you. I can’t believe I trusted you!” She started throwing various groceries at him.
“Sid, I… yes, I was told to keep an eye on you.” He tried to explain, blocking and dodging, as he got closer. “But that was after I met you.”
She grabbed a frying pan and held it up ready to strike.
“Woah, Babe stop. Think of the baby.”
“THINK of the Baby!! What the HELL do you think I’m doing right now!! Shield has running experiments on me when I was a kid. They don’t care about age” That’s when the tear started to flow. “I’m staying away from Shield because I’m nothing but a lab rat to them. And what the hell do you think they’ll do to our baby?! We’re not people to them Ron. We’re tools. Assets. Nothing more. That’s why I stay away from them. That’s why I fight them. And if you talked to me actually listen to me, you would know that.”
His hands fell to his side. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…”
“NO. You Didn’t.” Anger filled her eyes again.
“They told me..”
“They’re spy’s Ron. They Lie for a living.” She drops the pan on the counter. “I have never Lied to you Ron.” He looked up at her, her eyes filled with tears. “ I have Never Lied to you.” She turned and walked out.
“SID.”
She slammed the door behind her.
She whines the tears from her eyes. She grabs her cell, and goes to contacts and favorites. MD. She hits call, and speaker.
Tree rings and he answers. “Hey kiddo. How’re you doing?”
“Not good MD.” The tears are flowing again.
“What’s wrong? What happened? The baby?”
“He’s ok. It’s Ron. You were right.” She starts to sob.
“It’s ok. Are you driving?”
“Yeah”
“Ok. I don’t want you driving in this rain. Pull over somewhere safe and I’ll come get you. Ok?”
Sid knodds with a sniffle. “OK. I’m on a bridge I’ll…”
*CRASH!!* The impact of the truck behind her throws her into the steering wheel. The seat belt biting into her 6 month baby bump. *CUNCH!!* POP!* The front of her car smashes into the side of the bridge, firing off the airbag in her face, throwing her head into the seats headrest. But the truck doesn’t stop. It just plows pas, pushing her car through the side guards and off the bridge into the water.
Do I wonder to much? There so much I don’t understand, So meny things I cannot touch, Or hold within my hand
I wonder about friendships About lover and their lost I wonder about airships And oceans tempest tost
I wonder about stars And the space in between I wonder about the sky And the air currents unseen
I wonder about my ancestors And what they believed I wonder about the natives And the gifts they received
I wonder about the future, I wonder about the past How a camera takes a picture And what makes food last.
I wonder what dogs dream about
And why do cats sing
How long before she’ll though him out
And why don’t men scream?
Crying is healthy, Yet we’re told not to do it Love is priceless, Yet we taught to lose it.
I wonder about what can’t be shown And what I cannot see I wonder about all I’ve known And what’s inside of me.
I wonder if I’ll find true love And Why I wonder so I wonder what’s in heaven above And if I’ll ever know.
Do I wonder to much? There’s so much to understand, So meny things my mind can’t touch, So please come take my hand
A broken body, a cane to walk The doctors can’t help, they just talk.
Pain filled her body as she climbed the hill But her desire to heal gave her an iron will.
An ancient magic, a celestial light Healing answers, and a golden sight.
The water beckoned her come off the beaten path Come to the fall for the heal form you past.
She slid down the hill to the waters ledge As she enters the water they fulfill their pledges
She stands on the rock, health fills her being Friends and on looker can’t believe what their seeing.
Her eyes now open, her heart so full, She bows to the ancients, then gives a twoll
She walk up the hill, no cane is required Her soul has been healed and her pain has been fired.
People say that she glows, and her light fills their cup Because now as a healer she has leveled up
Now she’s returning, she invited us too For our spiritual awakening and healing through and through.
A broken glass, a shattered home, A platter spilt, a fractured dome.
A child’s blood was shed that night She’s running fast to get out of sight
All things she’s loved, all things she’d hate Bound up in her, by cruel, cruel fate.
She’s broken a vow and stolen life’s light, Now she is running, her feet taking flight
It dose not matter how far she will run For justus will come for the death of his son.
He came to me, and asked for my aid, I know where to look for I know the maid.
She had hidden there once, and would hide there once more In the slums of the city, among the sick and the poor.
She fled when she saw me, “Don’t run” I cryed She pushed past others and ran inside.
Through the crowd she dodged and weaved Then through a shop, I was not deceived.
She ran through the street, I ran hot on her tail Then by the gates of a church she fell.
“You’ve no where to run,” I said Her hands shook as she held her head.
“I’m sorry miss. You’ve killed your last.” I raised my crossbow, thinking on the past.
“HALT!!” Called the guards, they did not know. “I’m the Huntress as my papers show.”
“Five children she’s attacked. Tree of them are dead. The other two lay, wasting away in their sick bed.”
“How could she do this? What is she Miss?” “A Vampire.” I said and she began to hiss.
She lunged at me with the dagger in her sleeve I moved to one side in a simple weave.
My arrow aimed true, in her stomic it hit But the blood lust madness in her eyes were lite
She lunged once again, my katana was drawn I moved more quickly, and she fell like a fawn.
As lay on the ground, I placed my sword to her heart But the madness in her had one final spark.
She lunged one last time, plunging my sword through her chest. But you see, her own knife, she barred deep in my Brest.
“You’ve ended my suffering, so I will end yours. Please sister join me through death open doors. “
I felt the poison as it coursed through my vain “You planed this all along. You are truly insane.”
She smiled and laughed as we fell to the ground, She stoked my check, her laugh, my dieing sound.
I felt stillness sround me in a stunning white light, And then my beloveds face filled my sight.
No longer all alone on the earth need I rome. I was reunited with my love, and with him I was home