The water lapped against the wood of the fishing boat. It was early morning, the perfect time for fishing. The sun rose on the horizon bathing the sky in a soft rosy light. I had already caught two fish so I would be okay if I didn’t catch a third. Spotting something in the grass, I came ashore. When I parted the bushes I saw a dead body lying in the cold mud. Horrified I put the bushes back and scampered back up the path and jumped in the pickup at the top of the hill. I started the truck but it coughed and wouldn’t start. I tried again and still it wouldn’t start. I looked behind me. Nothing was there even though I could have sworn that the ghost had followed me. When I looked forward I saw that same ghost in my windshield.