My lovelorn friend Josh, always the adventurous type,
said he picked up a familiar ghost girl named Lydia
hitchhiking on High Point Road in Jamestown, NC,
who told him her real name was Annie, not Lydia.
I knew Josh was joking, embellishing an urban legend.
I let him continue to see where his fake story would go.
He said he had a one and only attraction to ghost girl Annie,
who had amazing dark eyes and was otherworldly beautiful.
Annie said the feeling was mutual, felt they were soulmates, gave him a kiss goodbye and a promised date the next night on High Point Road in Jamestown at 8 pm.
I saw Josh before he left, said good luck, bid him goodbye,
secretly followed him in my car to catch him in his charade,
the night dark, full-mooned, and foreboding.
I’m not usually superstitious or spooked by things, but while following Josh, I had a dreadful premonition something awful was going to happen.
Seconds later, Josh lost control of his car, skidded off the road, and smashed into a solid oak tree.
When I drove to the accident site, I spied Annie shimmering and ghostly white and Josh shimmering and ghostly white in her arms.
They kissed and then they vanished. I don’t know where to.
I rushed to Josh’s car, his body bloodied and smashed up, dead on High Point Road in Jamestown at 8 pm. And I heard his voice inside my head, “I’m okay and in love forever with Annie. Farewell friend.”
Now reader, know this; if some night you drive on High Point Road in Jamestown around 8 pm don’t be surprised if you see Josh and Annie thumbs out hitchhiking a ride.
Bob Boyd