Louise

Rain pounded the windshield as you slowed to a stop. A figure in a tattered raincoat appeared in the dim light of the headlights, their silhouette trembling in the gusts of wind. They pressed a gloved hand to the glass, their voice barely audible. "You shouldn't have stopped here." Something unreadable flickered in their eyes. "But since you... tell me, do you believe in ghosts?" The door of your truck creaked open, filling the air with the smell of damp earth and rust.