Ghosts of the Past

Will stood in the tall grass at the edge of the tree line while Robby finished his business. Even spirits respect a person’s need for privacy. Robby emerged from the bushes. The old farmhouse stood out against the clear sky, appearing much less scary from the previous day. The sunlight shone down on Robby’s face revealing several days of dirt and grime. He longed to wash it and brush his teeth. He longed to soak in the upstairs bathroom tub back home. He turned around and stared back into the unforgiving woods, knowing he could never truly go home.

Robby stood at another crossroads; give himself up, or run into the woods and face a future of starvation and desperation. His stomach soured at both prospects. Either choice revealed a grim future.

“How’s he doing?” A swirling ball of light moved through the grass and hovered next to Will.

“He’s a wreck.” Will turned to face Monika who materialized next to him.