The Car, The Man, and The Boy

The tomb was clean and fresh, new and young. The body inside was of a child, Thomas Ricker. Thomas Ricker was doing his chores when a car ran into the fields and crashed into him.

When the tomb opened a scent of flowers and dirt hit the air. The boy was now not a boy, but bones. He was buried two days ago and the crash 3 days ago. It was very bizarre that he was now only bones.

Light came from the bones and a voice, his voice, echoed in the night.

"I SHALL RETURN! TO DESTROY THAT CAR AND THAT MAN ALONG WITH HIS FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The voice was very startling. Under the bones something was under him. A thin, long box. The box was a deep shade of walnut and the inside was a red, velvety type thing. A long stick with intricate designs. Under that was an old necklace that once belonged to his mother, Julia. She was known for her kindness and excellent baking. Now she isolated herself from the world and from others.

The boy lifted from the tomb into a ghostly figure. He had all the marks, scars, and bruises the car had left him. The boy glided on top of the tomb and waved his hand over it, making it close. He flew away in sadness to go find his mother.

As he reached the fields he saw the same car, same man. But something was off. His mother now trapped under the car and had bruise after bruise, scratch after scratch all over her body. The boy howled in anger and sadness as the man ran into his car in fear and drove away very quicklu