The drive was long. He had driven down this road once before, when he had moved. It had been day then as he eyeballed the setting sun. How strange it felt to be going back to where it all began. The funeral was to be held on Sunday and he wanted to get there a day early. He never got the chance to say goodbye and it haunted him like a ghost.
His headlights flickered and he saw a shadow on the road. As night came, the darkness engulfed the once peaceful country road. It was a lot of backroads on this drive and the area was littered with abandoned homes. Mostly farmland, but a gas station did pop up here and there. The closest city was 50 miles away, or in other words, his destination. He heard distant thunder, then came the rain.
Low visibility made it nigh impossible to drive and the wind made the rain pelt the car even harder. Hours passed and the rain didn’t let up. He saw a flash of lightning and decided to pull over for the night. And that’s when he heard it. A pop of the tire and the car slowly coming to a stop in the dead of night. His headlights flickered and he saw a shadow.
A bolt of lightning and the shadow was gone. He was trying to remember what he had in the back of his car, all packed away for emergency use. A tire he knew, but he couldn’t remember if he had brought the tools. He opened the trunk as the rain pelted him. A few adjustments and he’d be on his way. And that’s when he saw it, peering out from the forest. It was him, pale but unmistakable. A ghostly figure, torn apart. He rubbed his eyes just to make sure and then the figure was gone. Chills went up his spine and the wind began howling, indistinguishable from screams.
To the Moon 