Talking To The Dead
If you're a type that may have bad dreams then please don't read this story. For this is not about make believe, but rather this is about the living dead.
I would have ran for my life if only I had realized that I was talking to a dead person. Because such a thing happening was so unexpected, I just never imagined that the person could have been dead when I was talking to her.
It all started out as a normal Friday night. I was a young teen and love and spring were both in the air. My girlfriend wanted to go on the Roller Coaster, so I waited on her stoop as she made all those preparations that females make even when they're going on a Roller Coaster ride.
Few males will ever understand what it is that woman do to themselve's that takes them so long to pretty themselve's up, but the wiser male of the species soon learns that time is better spent waiting on his Ladies stoop and chatting with the entire neighborhood rather than sitting on her sofa with no one to kill the time with.
I looked down to light a cigarrete and suddenly there was a woman before my eyes that seemed to come out of no where.
"Will you break my door down for me,?" she asked.
"Wouldn't it be smarter to call a locksmith,?" I replied.
"You don't understand. I've been wearing these same clothes for three years now and I need to get into my apartment to change what I'm wearing," she said.
"Have a cigarette and calm down while I call a locksmith", I answered.
"No thank you, I quit smoking three years ago," she replied.
"Oh, how did you quit,? I asked.
She grinned and said, "they killed me."
She walked toward the outside door that lead to the hall way entrance and as I got up to open the door for her she screamed," no, don't get up."
But as I got up she vanished before my eyes into thin air. When my girlfriend came out at last and I described the Lady to her and told her what happened she told me that the Lady I described lived on the first floor and had died of lung cancer three years ago.
It was then that I realized what had just transpired. A woman that had been dead for three years had asked my assistance to help her return to her grave wearing a fresh outfit.
But seeing a woman that was dead for three years being concerned about what she was wearing just made me take another look at everything I had understood about life and death up to that point.
So many times I ponder what that day was all about. But the only explanation I can come up with is that there are things that we just do not understand.
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