Lost Souls
Originally published on November 24, 2005
Rain was pouring down in buckets and no matter how fast her windshield wipers were going, her vision was still blurred by the water. Every few seconds thunder shook her car and lightning would momentarily blind her. She had been witness to three accidents so far tonight, and she was still miles away from home. She turned the radio on to try to calm down her nerves.
“It’s going to be a wet night tonight and-“
She cut the announcer off short and switched the station. Commercials, techno music, and more commercials, flew across the small space of the car as she moved from one station to the next. She stopped on a station she playing Beatles hits and took a deep breath.
“That was the Beatles singing ‘Love, Love me do,’” a woman said. Her voice was melodic and deep like her mother’s. “That’s going to do it for ‘Best Moments in Rock.’ I’m Carol Parker, have a nice night.”
Several different songs played until a young man’s voice came on. “Good evening folks. Tonight we’re going to cover the issue of lost souls. Yep, that’s right. All over the nation the idea of lost souls is puzzling people. Every night, outside the walls of normal buildings, and supposedly only in the environment are reports of dark shadows moving about. People have never directly spotted one, and as far as we know they don’t do anything, but people are growing increasingly worried. Experts say that they’re just figments from cats or other animals or people out late. However, they have abstained from comment when asked about rural sightings. All we can tell you, folks, is to stay indoors and when you’re in your car don’t forget to lock the doors.”
She frowned. “I didn’t think this was going to be a threat,” she said under her breath to the radio. She reached over to change the station before her hand was held by something. She looked over to the passanger’s seat and saw nothing.
“We’re not a threat,” she heard her unknown passenger say, “humans just don’t understand.”
