I was waiting for my driver to pick me up. Standing in the dark, alone-tired and grumpy, I kept glancing at my watch. Sarah was late...AGAIN! I knew she had a good excuse, but the problem was... She always had a good excuse.
I imagined her making up something as she drove across the countryside. Her driving was bad enough as it was. You certainly didn't want her thinking too hard as she sped along country roads.
Sarah was a nice girl, but the Agency who employed her; let's just say she was hired for her flawless face, and not her mind. The girl was hired to drive, and she didn't do that very well.
Searching the roads in both directions, I watched for the tell tale sign of a speeding vehicle. Making sure to stand far enough away from the road was imperative- if you ever saw how the girl drove a car. If a car could take flight, Sarah would encourage it upward towards the freedom of the sky. The girl was in love with high speeds, and I always worried when I sat in the seat next to her.
No stop and start hesitation with her, Sarah was all pedal to the metal, and then some! My heart was always in high gear, when I rode with her. Listening to her chatter was unnerving. I wanted her to pay attention to the driving, and too often, I found her driving-down right dangerous. One of these days, she would kill herself or someone else if she kept driving so haphazardly, and I told her so-repeatedly.
Sarah would laugh at me, and tell me I was acting like an old lady. By the time she got me where I needed to be, I couldn't wait to exit the car. My hands would be sweaty, and my heart- beating out of control. She shouldn't get behind the wheel of a car, and she didn't get it. I wanted to fire whoever had given her a driver's license!
After finishing up yet another location shoot, I stayed behind to help pack up some photo equipment. Most of the crew had gone already, and I was left behind to await my ride. I didn't mind. It gave me some down time to think and relax. When I heard the Agency was sending Sarah-again...I begged for another available driver. There wasn't anyone else, and I was stuck with Sarah.
I knew it would be a long night, and I sat on a large stone near the road. It grew darker, and darker, and still... No Sarah! Another hour went by, and I was getting really upset. I tried to focus on the stars lighting up the night sky. It was getting cold, and I shivered where I sat. Pulling my legs in closer, I stood and stretched. I was angry, upset, and I intended to give Sarah a good tongue lashing. Taking out my cell phone, I dialed the Agency. The phone number for the Agency was going straight to voice mail. I left a long message, and hung up.
The air felt damp, and I shivered where I stood. It was probably around 2:30 AM, when I heard the sound of a car speeding along. The next thing I heard was the sound of a car skidding, spinning out of control, and smashing into something big!
Stunned by what I had just heard, I ran out to the middle of the road and stared into the blackness. There wasn't any light, no sound at all. It was as though it had never happened. This was impossible as it sounded like it was less than 10 feet away from me!
I didn't see anything in the dark, and I ran up the road. Nothing! The rational side took over, and I tried to reason it out, but there wasn't any way to rationalize the scenario. Standing there in the dark, I was more confused than ever.
Then I got a call on my cell phone. Another driver was coming for me. No one could get Sarah on the line, and the apologies were profuse. I wasn't sad to hear this, and I went back to the rock on the side of the road- to wait...
Five minutes had gone by, and I heard the shuffle of footsteps nearby. At first, I couldn't see anybody, but a faint glow appeared to my right. Someone with a dull flashlight was meandering down the dirt road where I waited.
I remember thinking "How odd!"
Why would anybody be out here this late? After all, it was in the middle of country, and the nearest house was probably 20 miles away. As the person walked toward me, I could see the light wasn't in front, but all around the lone person. No, wait, it was emanating from the person...
I backed away from where I stood, and slipped behind some brush. I wanted to see more, and I knew I was viewing an entity of sorts.
Staying as quiet as a mouse, I watched as the image grew closer and closer. It was female, and when she was five feet away, I could see it was Sarah!
I thought I would faint, and it was hard to stand there. My knees had turned to jelly, and I wanted to run away, be anywhere else than viewing the image before me. She stopped walking. Her face was a mask of confusion. At least, what I could see of her face. Half of it was missing, and the other half was bloody and misshapen.
I felt sick, but I knew what I was supposed to do. I stepped out from behind the brush, and Sarah stared at me in disbelief. She took two steps forward, and stopped.
I will describe what I saw as best I can. Sarah was surrounded by a whitish mist, and she glowed. Yes, she glowed a whiteness that hurt my eyes. Her collar bone was sticking out of her skin, and it moved as she swayed in place. Half her skull was exposed, and her face... Her face, it was crushed on one half, and misshapen on the other. This is the only way to describe it.
Sarah was covered in glass, and I could see pieces of it-sparkling in the misty whiteness. It looked like both her arms were broken from the elbows down, and her chest looked caved in. I had to look away for a moment... Catch my breath...
This isn't the first time this has happened, but it always takes my breath away. A newly deceased person knows my energy, and I have been told my Aura is visible to them. I can't see it myself, but it seems to be a beacon that calls the dead... Lucky me!
Sarah didn't seem to know who I was, but she spoke this one sentence,
"I am badly hurt-can you help me..." she said.
I went on to explain to her, as gently as I could, that she was now a Spectral being. She didn't believe me, and they rarely do when they have died tragically. It took me a while to convince her, but I was able to help her cross over.
My ride arrived not five minutes after Sarah was gone, and I fell asleep in the seat next to my driver. The next day, everyone talked about the horrible accident that took Sarah's life.
She had died instantly from massive trauma to her head and upper body. She had been thrown from the car, and through her windshield. Speed was a factor, and she wasn't seat belted in. She had lost control of her vehicle, and hit a large boulder on the side of the road.
I knew it! But it gave me no satisfaction to know she died instantly. No one should die like this. Sarah was 22 years old.