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.
Before that I had never even thought that there could be a
fashion equation beyond the grave, but evidently there is. Until
that day life and both death had been so simple to understand.
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.