Episode 7 by Kishan Paul
Sarah jumped back, screaming at the darkened silhouette that stood a few feet from her.
Either Eric was right about the Prescott ghost, or she was losing her mind. As the shadow drew closer, she decided she didn’t care what the correct answer was.
“Sarah, please don’t go,” the whispered voice pleaded as she ran to the door. “Angel, I need you.”
She froze on the threshold, her fingers glued to the handle and she stared at the dark fog in front of her.
The shadow moved closer, and this time she didn’t run. When it surrounded her, she closed her eyes as a blanket of warmth cocooned her. Tears slipped down her cheeks as a moan escaped her lips. “I missed you.”
A small voice inside her head questioned her sanity. Did she really think she was talking to her dead husband? Another part of her, the part that had ached for him every night since his death, ignored the voice. It didn’t matter. Brant was home. Everything was going to be all right.
Memories of the night over a year ago flashed in her mind. Sarah had offered to drive that night because Brant drank a little too much at the party they attended. As they drove down California’s Highway 1, a man jumped in the middle of the road. When she swerved to avoid hitting him, she drove off the pavement. The car fell off the edge of the cliff, flipping and sliding the entire way. Brant died on impact. Although she had wished she died too, she wasn’t so lucky. The man on the highway was gone and no one believed he had ever been there.
Sarah slammed her eyes shut and fell to her knees. “I’m sorry.”
“It wasn’t your fault, angel. None of this was your fault. I am just glad you survived.”
She shook her head. “I wish I hadn’t.” Sob after painful sob shuddered through her, until the image of the night he proposed flooded her brain. On a romantic vacation in Cinque Terra, Italy, Brant had gotten down on one knee. A mix of nervous fear and excitement flashed across his face. “If you say yes, I promise to always love you. To protect you.”
The scene, so vivid and full of joy, calmed Sarah.
“Do you remember?” the voice brought her back to the present.
She smiled. “You’re putting this memory in my head, aren’t you?”
The sound of his laugh warmed her chest. “I am.”
“I can’t leave this world. Not until I keep my promise.”
Sarah leaned against the wall, savoring their contact. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“I don’t have very many options, angel. I can’t come back to you, and I don’t want to stay like this forever. Only you can help me get to the other side.”
The sadness in his voice tugged at her. “What do I need to do?”
“The man on the road—the night of the accident—was real, Sarah. You didn’t make him up. He tried to kill us both and is going to kill you tonight. You need to stop him.”
Her dead husband’s ghost was asking her to stop a killer. What police department in the world would believe her? And the sad reality was she didn’t mind dying—especially if it meant being with Brant. She shook her head.
“I promised to protect you. If you die that means I failed. Please, if not for yourself, you have to live for me.”