Just now on the radio… did they call out the name of a Ghost Story talk show host I knew very well…?
For a moment, I thought I must have misheard. Considering I was driving a ghost to a cemetery at two in the morning while listening to the radio, I thought it was a reasonable guess.
But then a voice came from the radio.
[Goodness, your praise leaves me quite beside myself!]
“…….”
A familiar voice.
[What a pleasure. Dear listeners, I shall tell you Brown’s story with all the sincerity I can muster….]
I had to turn it off.
No matter how I looked at it, listening to a Ghost Story of A-grade or above say it was going to tell its story “with all sincerity” did not seem like a particularly good decision.
Especially when there was a ghost sitting right next to me….
‘Wait, no.’
If I thought about it the other way around, wouldn’t it be better because it would distract it…?
“Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee radio funny heeheeheeheeheehee”
…the ghost in the passenger seat let out a burst of laughter.
It wasn’t actually laughing. It was making grotesque sounds as if mocking us, imitating nothing but the onomatopoeia for laughter….
A visceral kind of terror.
‘Ha.’
In the end, I stopped my hand just before I reached for the radio.
The radio host with the soft voice and the cheerful talk-show emcee carried on their conversation.
Distracting myself with that, I kept driving while staring at the dark road.
[We’ve heard that…