Stupid.
Should have borrowed my sister"s car. My piece of junk will never make it over the steep grade, especially not if I want to get there on time for the convention. Just at the curviest part of the dangerous road, my tires were barely hanging on. I checked my coat pocket for the notes on the presentation, and glanced at the bundle in the back seat.
Then I saw her.
She was framed by nothingness. It was the only part of the desolate road with no guardrail. She glowed in the darkness, standing in front of the steep drop off. As my headlights lit her tattered gown, her eyes locked onto mine.
The Specter - April on the Hill. The lost woman eternally looking for her baby - The urban legend really existed; this was no dream. I skidded to a halt almost as though my legs weren"t in control
