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.