Route+66+Story

I quickly got back in my car after using the pay phone to call me mother. "What was that women talking about, mothers in the hospital? Telling me that I; her son had died, it can't be, I just can't be dead." I gentally layed my head on the dashboard, just sat there and though. "Am I dead? Is this all a dream?" "BANG" I quickly lifted my head, and looked on both sides of me, I looked in the back of the car. I closed me eyes, just a little longer than a blink. when i opened them there was blood spots over the front window there was a dark shadow. Different from the ones that I had seen before, it had a black cape on and no face. I turned the car on and drove away so quickly, about an hour went by and i hadn't seen a thing. I was in Albuquerque, New Mexico and saw a brick building. It is said to be an old movie theater, I decided that it would be a a nice palce to spend the night, since it was raining and there was a leak in my car. I got out of the car and walked in the building it was warm and there was a supicious light coming fro one of the seats. I walked to that seat laving the door open in case anything would happen. "SLAM" The door closed, when I ran there the door was locked, and wouldn't open for anything. Shadows were floating and flying around my head, they were making noises and screeching. I got dizzy and fell to the floor. A shadow of a boy came in my face and said "this is my theater. i died here and now you will las well." I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up there was the showdow of the young child that I seen before, quickly I then closed my eyes thinking that it would go away. When I opened my eyes I was in my bed at home, I got up and walked around and there was my mom she was walking around crying. I nudged her and said "mom its me your son, cant you hear me?" Unfrotunatly she couldn't hear me not at all, a tear came running down my cheecks and another, then I closed my eye's to wipethem, and when I opened them, I was in a dark place and there was no way out. I was in a cophen, I was barried feet under the ground and no one could her me, no matter how loud I screamed or yelled. My body remained there but my soul, left, and thats how I am telling this story. I went to look at the papers where it tells all the people who have died in the last week, and sure enough tehre I was second from the bottom it said I died earlier that week in a crash on the bridge. The thought of no one being able to see me or hear frightened me. As of today I still haunt the roades of route 66. (WATCH OUT)!!!
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