Phantom Stranger
He hated driving through the desert. No scenery. Barely any other trucks. No one around if things went wrong. It was hard to stay awake even during the day and to top it off were all of the stories of strange happenings on the desert roads.
He wasn't a superstitious man, nor was he a non believer. He supposed anything was possible. A man can only hear so many weird stories before he begins to take them to heart.
All of these thoughts were running through his head as he cruised through the hot desert night trying to find something besides static or religion on the radio.
Just as he looked up to check the road, vowing to get one of those satellite setups for his rig, he realized he wasn't along. He could see someone out of the corner of his eye. Knowing that panicking would mean crashing the truck and certain death, he forced himself to calm down. Taking a deep breath, he stole a glance to his right. It appeared as though he had picked up a passenger. Unsure of what to do, he took another breath and turned his head to get a better look at this Phantom Rider.
The ghostly figure looked to be in his fifties and wore a battered straw cowboy hat. He didn't appear menacing so the driver kept driving. He stole periodic glance to see if his passenger was still with him. "so, where you headed stranger?" he asked a few miles down the road. At the sound of the driver's voice, the phantom turned his head. He broke out into a wide grin and gave a tip of his hat. Before the driver's eyes he slowly faded away.
It turns out that phantoms, like so many of us just want to be noticed.
He wasn't a superstitious man, nor was he a non believer. He supposed anything was possible. A man can only hear so many weird stories before he begins to take them to heart.
All of these thoughts were running through his head as he cruised through the hot desert night trying to find something besides static or religion on the radio.
Just as he looked up to check the road, vowing to get one of those satellite setups for his rig, he realized he wasn't along. He could see someone out of the corner of his eye. Knowing that panicking would mean crashing the truck and certain death, he forced himself to calm down. Taking a deep breath, he stole a glance to his right. It appeared as though he had picked up a passenger. Unsure of what to do, he took another breath and turned his head to get a better look at this Phantom Rider.
The ghostly figure looked to be in his fifties and wore a battered straw cowboy hat. He didn't appear menacing so the driver kept driving. He stole periodic glance to see if his passenger was still with him. "so, where you headed stranger?" he asked a few miles down the road. At the sound of the driver's voice, the phantom turned his head. He broke out into a wide grin and gave a tip of his hat. Before the driver's eyes he slowly faded away.
It turns out that phantoms, like so many of us just want to be noticed.
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