rainman
Feb 9, 2021 3:09:36 GMT -5
Post by themirrorthief on Feb 9, 2021 3:09:36 GMT -5
He watched the rain. The park was deserted. He just sat there in his car and watched
it fall. He smoked another cigarette and thought about her. She had dumped him for
another guy with a better job and a lot nicer car. He probably had a bigger dick too but he
didn't want to think about that. Maybe he was better off, yes that was it...he was finally happy...
no.
The radio was playing a sad song. He turned it down. Richard was depressed, he took
one last drink from his diet coke and chunked it out the window. Littering was bad but
he had a problem with the entire world at that particular moment. He needed a friend but
who had the time when they worked seventy hours a week just to pay the bills and buy a
meal at McDonald's or Taco Bell a couple times a day. It started to rain harder. It was God
just trying to clean the planet...the filthy stinking planet. Maybe all humans were simply a
disease, or a curse. He needed to pee.
Richard got out of the car. His umbrella was in the trunk so he was gonna get wet even
if he got it out so he said "fuck it" to himself and sloshed through the rain to the bathroom
where he pissed for a long time. His washed his hands and smoked. He wondered if
Susan and her boyfriend were fucking while he stood there all alone. She liked to fuck
on rainy days he recalled. He remembered to much. She hadn't been a great girlfriend
but the sex was good and she knew where to get good dope. Susan had also ben plenty
funny to be around at times. She had a great smile.
He went back to the car and sat down heavily. He was almost totally soaked. He sat there
for a while and then tried to read. The book was called the Age of Reason by Sartre. It was
actually pretty good. The guy who tried to drown his cats because he wanted to punish
himself but was to afraid to commit suicide was cool. The character was called Daniel. He
was good looking and rich and he hated himself. Richard would trade places.
Richard scratched his balls, that had gotten a little damp. That was never good. He sat
there and watched it rain. He should probably go home but it was so damned depressing
there. All his books and Cds and DVDs just stared at him, reminding him how pointless it
was to pretend ownership of any damned thing anymore. He should have known something
was going on with Susan when she stopped letting him eat her pussy. That was totally
unlike her, she was always horny. He had a text, it was from Susan...
"I'm sorry it had to end like this. There is a part of you that will stay with me forever.
I wish I could say more but I always felt deep down it would end someday. You are
just so moody and a workaholic. Best wishes my sweet Richard"
He didn't reply...maybe later. He really had nothing to say..what could he say? He had to
work a lot of hours because his job didn't pay especially great and money wasn't worth
much anymore. He just sat and watched the rain and listened to the radio way down low.
It was getting dark early, it always did in winter and the overcast day wasn't helping. The
park would close in a couple of hours and then he would have to go home, or go somewhere
and get drunk. But then he would be in no condition to make it to work tomorrow and he
had to pull a twelve hour shit. His life sucked. He watched the rain decrease and then
increase in intensity. About fifty yards away there was an old family graveyard that had
always been there. It was just outside the park but he had totally forgotten about it.
To Richard's surprise there was someone standing there. He squinted through his
glasses just a bit to make sure he wasn't seeing things. The person appeared to be a girl
or at least someone wearing a long white dress. "Crazy bitch is gonna get drowned
standing out in this rain like this." He mumbled to no one and continued to observe...
quite fascinated. He watched the girl wander about, weaving amongst the old weathered
tombstones as if looking for something. Perhaps she had lost her cellphone or a ring
or something earlier in the day? The possibilities were interesting to say the least. At
least he wasn't the only fool out in the middle of a rainstorm. He watched as she
moved out of the graveyard and meandered about until he noticed she began to walk
in his general direction.
"Probably some drunk chick needing a ride?" he surmised.
Suddenly the rain stopped but it got darker. He could only see her because of the white
dress. It stood out, almost like a bridal gown he thought.
There was no question she was approaching his car. She moved slowly, strangely, like someone
in a bit of a daze or maybe intoxicated or stoned or something. She was pretty and
slim from what he could tell. The girl stopped a few yards from his car and looked all
about. At first he thought she was going to move on but eventually she came closer.
He rolled down his window..."are you alright, you look awfully wet?"
"Who are you?" The girl asked.
"I'm Richard...Rich for short. Do you need to call someone or something...is your car broke
down?"
"No."
"Its not a good idea for young women to get in the car with strange men but you can if
you like, I'll turn on the heater and you can dry out. I'm just listening to music and
trying to do a little thinking...I guess I'm trying to say I'm pretty harmless." Richard
rambled on for a few minutes...the girl was damned beautiful. He hair was wet but
very long and blond. Her lips were full and red. Her eyes were blue and haunting,
and her skin was alabaster white. She could have easily been a model, or a rock
star for that matter, or a rock star's girlfriend at least.
She didn't say anything but went around to the passenger side and stood there.
Richard took it for a signal and he opened the door. She looked in very
cautiously before sitting down. He cranked the car and turned on the heater.
"It may take a couple of minutes to warm up...what is your name?"
"Lynell."
"That's a pretty name, it suits you."
"Where is that strange music coming from?"
"Err...from the stereo...its the Red Hot Chili Peppers...do you like them?"
The girl said nothing, her eyes looked puzzled. "Are you alright?" Richard asked
again. He was beginning to think this girl needed help...maybe she was an escapee
from a mental institution or something. People did run away, he had an aunt that
ran away once and got hit by a car. He couldn't remember if she lived or died. It
wasn't that important and he stopped thinking about it.
"Can I take you somewhere?" he asked.
"I don't think so," she replied quietly. "No, I don't think you can..I belong here you
know?"
"You live around here?"
"No."
"I don't quite understand...you belong here but you live somewhere else then?"
She looked at him and smiled faintly. "It is all very confusing of course. But I
don't live around here. In fact, I don't live at all. I think I am what people called
a Ghost."
All that beauty wasted on a nutjob, Richard mused. He had seen it before. One of
his friends had a beautiful sister who was totally cracked. It was a shame, this
girl was smoking hot in her own way. With some more stylish clothes and a little
makeup she would be a lot hotter than Susan and Susan was pretty damned hot
in her own right.
"Sometimes I feel a little dead inside myself," Richard mumbled half to himself.
"No, I'm really dead, I was buried over there...I remember that place, my mother
is buried there too, I saw her grave..with her name and everything. And I saw my
own grave. I've been dead a long time, almost a hundred years. This vehicle of
yours is so different from the ones we had back then. I like it better I think."
Richard tried not to let her see when rolled he eyes. He was going to have to take
this girl somewhere...maybe the hospital would be Ok? Perhaps the police
would know where she belonged. Damn, they would ask him a million questions,
what if this poor girl was someone important. He asked again where she lived but
the strange girl was staring out the window. He put his hand on her shoulder to
get her attention but it passed right through her! He tried again with the same
result. This was madness..he gasped and broke out in a cold sweat. A chill ran
down his spine and he opened his door and jumped out of the car. He ran to a nearby
picnic shelter and tried to light a cigarette but it was impossible, his hands shook
like mad and he looked desperately for someone, anyone that could help him.
He had left his engine running and the steam rose from the hood of his car. It was
all an illusion. He was mad, Susan's leaving had given him a nervous breakdown.
There was no one in the car. That was certain. He finally got a smoke lit and it
calmed him a little. He wished he had a drink of something strong, real strong.
After about twenty minutes of walking about fretfully he felt a little better. He would get
in the car and go home, drown some booze, and sleep. He would call in sick at work
and take the day just to relax and, maybe go to the doctor for some nerve pills. Yes, that
was what he'd do. There was no one in the car. Just warmth from the heater and some
rock and roll on the radio. He took a deep breath and walked to the automobile quickly.
He opened the door and looked in...nothing. With a sigh he sat down gratefully. Still
shaken, he put his head down on the steering wheel his eyes for a moment in hopes that
his heart would cease its mad beating. He took several deep breaths and decided he
could drive. He looked up and there she was, just as before. "Don't run away again, I
promise not to harm you in any way. I couldn't even if I wanted to I don't suppose."
"I'm...err...crazy..right?" Richard stuttered. His lips quivered insanely.
"There is nothing wrong with you...its me that seems to be in trouble. I don't understand
why I am dead yet alive in a manner of speaking."
"You're not a vampire are you?!"
"What is a vampire?"
"Nevermind. What do you want of me?"
"You are the only one around, I wondered if I could talk to you...if you could see me...things
like that. All this is as surprising to me as it is to you."
Richard rubbed his eyes furiously. He wanted it all to go away...but he knew it wouldn't."
"Perhaps you could be my friend?" Her voice was almost pleading. Richard felt a tinge of
regret for the girl. He looked into her huge blue eyes and thought he saw tears. He wasn't
certain of anything. "I think I need to go home now, it was nice meeting you Lynell. I hope
everything works out and you get wherever you need to go. He hoped desperately that she
would take the hint and leave the car but she didn't. She started crying for real.
"Would you like a cigarette?" he asked.
"All I need is a friend...and a good one." The girl/ghost sobbed quietly.
Richard sat back in his seat and his mind raced through all the possibilities. The rain
began again. He sat there and watched it and wondered if there really was such a
thing as a Ghostbuster.
it fall. He smoked another cigarette and thought about her. She had dumped him for
another guy with a better job and a lot nicer car. He probably had a bigger dick too but he
didn't want to think about that. Maybe he was better off, yes that was it...he was finally happy...
no.
The radio was playing a sad song. He turned it down. Richard was depressed, he took
one last drink from his diet coke and chunked it out the window. Littering was bad but
he had a problem with the entire world at that particular moment. He needed a friend but
who had the time when they worked seventy hours a week just to pay the bills and buy a
meal at McDonald's or Taco Bell a couple times a day. It started to rain harder. It was God
just trying to clean the planet...the filthy stinking planet. Maybe all humans were simply a
disease, or a curse. He needed to pee.
Richard got out of the car. His umbrella was in the trunk so he was gonna get wet even
if he got it out so he said "fuck it" to himself and sloshed through the rain to the bathroom
where he pissed for a long time. His washed his hands and smoked. He wondered if
Susan and her boyfriend were fucking while he stood there all alone. She liked to fuck
on rainy days he recalled. He remembered to much. She hadn't been a great girlfriend
but the sex was good and she knew where to get good dope. Susan had also ben plenty
funny to be around at times. She had a great smile.
He went back to the car and sat down heavily. He was almost totally soaked. He sat there
for a while and then tried to read. The book was called the Age of Reason by Sartre. It was
actually pretty good. The guy who tried to drown his cats because he wanted to punish
himself but was to afraid to commit suicide was cool. The character was called Daniel. He
was good looking and rich and he hated himself. Richard would trade places.
Richard scratched his balls, that had gotten a little damp. That was never good. He sat
there and watched it rain. He should probably go home but it was so damned depressing
there. All his books and Cds and DVDs just stared at him, reminding him how pointless it
was to pretend ownership of any damned thing anymore. He should have known something
was going on with Susan when she stopped letting him eat her pussy. That was totally
unlike her, she was always horny. He had a text, it was from Susan...
"I'm sorry it had to end like this. There is a part of you that will stay with me forever.
I wish I could say more but I always felt deep down it would end someday. You are
just so moody and a workaholic. Best wishes my sweet Richard"
He didn't reply...maybe later. He really had nothing to say..what could he say? He had to
work a lot of hours because his job didn't pay especially great and money wasn't worth
much anymore. He just sat and watched the rain and listened to the radio way down low.
It was getting dark early, it always did in winter and the overcast day wasn't helping. The
park would close in a couple of hours and then he would have to go home, or go somewhere
and get drunk. But then he would be in no condition to make it to work tomorrow and he
had to pull a twelve hour shit. His life sucked. He watched the rain decrease and then
increase in intensity. About fifty yards away there was an old family graveyard that had
always been there. It was just outside the park but he had totally forgotten about it.
To Richard's surprise there was someone standing there. He squinted through his
glasses just a bit to make sure he wasn't seeing things. The person appeared to be a girl
or at least someone wearing a long white dress. "Crazy bitch is gonna get drowned
standing out in this rain like this." He mumbled to no one and continued to observe...
quite fascinated. He watched the girl wander about, weaving amongst the old weathered
tombstones as if looking for something. Perhaps she had lost her cellphone or a ring
or something earlier in the day? The possibilities were interesting to say the least. At
least he wasn't the only fool out in the middle of a rainstorm. He watched as she
moved out of the graveyard and meandered about until he noticed she began to walk
in his general direction.
"Probably some drunk chick needing a ride?" he surmised.
Suddenly the rain stopped but it got darker. He could only see her because of the white
dress. It stood out, almost like a bridal gown he thought.
There was no question she was approaching his car. She moved slowly, strangely, like someone
in a bit of a daze or maybe intoxicated or stoned or something. She was pretty and
slim from what he could tell. The girl stopped a few yards from his car and looked all
about. At first he thought she was going to move on but eventually she came closer.
He rolled down his window..."are you alright, you look awfully wet?"
"Who are you?" The girl asked.
"I'm Richard...Rich for short. Do you need to call someone or something...is your car broke
down?"
"No."
"Its not a good idea for young women to get in the car with strange men but you can if
you like, I'll turn on the heater and you can dry out. I'm just listening to music and
trying to do a little thinking...I guess I'm trying to say I'm pretty harmless." Richard
rambled on for a few minutes...the girl was damned beautiful. He hair was wet but
very long and blond. Her lips were full and red. Her eyes were blue and haunting,
and her skin was alabaster white. She could have easily been a model, or a rock
star for that matter, or a rock star's girlfriend at least.
She didn't say anything but went around to the passenger side and stood there.
Richard took it for a signal and he opened the door. She looked in very
cautiously before sitting down. He cranked the car and turned on the heater.
"It may take a couple of minutes to warm up...what is your name?"
"Lynell."
"That's a pretty name, it suits you."
"Where is that strange music coming from?"
"Err...from the stereo...its the Red Hot Chili Peppers...do you like them?"
The girl said nothing, her eyes looked puzzled. "Are you alright?" Richard asked
again. He was beginning to think this girl needed help...maybe she was an escapee
from a mental institution or something. People did run away, he had an aunt that
ran away once and got hit by a car. He couldn't remember if she lived or died. It
wasn't that important and he stopped thinking about it.
"Can I take you somewhere?" he asked.
"I don't think so," she replied quietly. "No, I don't think you can..I belong here you
know?"
"You live around here?"
"No."
"I don't quite understand...you belong here but you live somewhere else then?"
She looked at him and smiled faintly. "It is all very confusing of course. But I
don't live around here. In fact, I don't live at all. I think I am what people called
a Ghost."
All that beauty wasted on a nutjob, Richard mused. He had seen it before. One of
his friends had a beautiful sister who was totally cracked. It was a shame, this
girl was smoking hot in her own way. With some more stylish clothes and a little
makeup she would be a lot hotter than Susan and Susan was pretty damned hot
in her own right.
"Sometimes I feel a little dead inside myself," Richard mumbled half to himself.
"No, I'm really dead, I was buried over there...I remember that place, my mother
is buried there too, I saw her grave..with her name and everything. And I saw my
own grave. I've been dead a long time, almost a hundred years. This vehicle of
yours is so different from the ones we had back then. I like it better I think."
Richard tried not to let her see when rolled he eyes. He was going to have to take
this girl somewhere...maybe the hospital would be Ok? Perhaps the police
would know where she belonged. Damn, they would ask him a million questions,
what if this poor girl was someone important. He asked again where she lived but
the strange girl was staring out the window. He put his hand on her shoulder to
get her attention but it passed right through her! He tried again with the same
result. This was madness..he gasped and broke out in a cold sweat. A chill ran
down his spine and he opened his door and jumped out of the car. He ran to a nearby
picnic shelter and tried to light a cigarette but it was impossible, his hands shook
like mad and he looked desperately for someone, anyone that could help him.
He had left his engine running and the steam rose from the hood of his car. It was
all an illusion. He was mad, Susan's leaving had given him a nervous breakdown.
There was no one in the car. That was certain. He finally got a smoke lit and it
calmed him a little. He wished he had a drink of something strong, real strong.
After about twenty minutes of walking about fretfully he felt a little better. He would get
in the car and go home, drown some booze, and sleep. He would call in sick at work
and take the day just to relax and, maybe go to the doctor for some nerve pills. Yes, that
was what he'd do. There was no one in the car. Just warmth from the heater and some
rock and roll on the radio. He took a deep breath and walked to the automobile quickly.
He opened the door and looked in...nothing. With a sigh he sat down gratefully. Still
shaken, he put his head down on the steering wheel his eyes for a moment in hopes that
his heart would cease its mad beating. He took several deep breaths and decided he
could drive. He looked up and there she was, just as before. "Don't run away again, I
promise not to harm you in any way. I couldn't even if I wanted to I don't suppose."
"I'm...err...crazy..right?" Richard stuttered. His lips quivered insanely.
"There is nothing wrong with you...its me that seems to be in trouble. I don't understand
why I am dead yet alive in a manner of speaking."
"You're not a vampire are you?!"
"What is a vampire?"
"Nevermind. What do you want of me?"
"You are the only one around, I wondered if I could talk to you...if you could see me...things
like that. All this is as surprising to me as it is to you."
Richard rubbed his eyes furiously. He wanted it all to go away...but he knew it wouldn't."
"Perhaps you could be my friend?" Her voice was almost pleading. Richard felt a tinge of
regret for the girl. He looked into her huge blue eyes and thought he saw tears. He wasn't
certain of anything. "I think I need to go home now, it was nice meeting you Lynell. I hope
everything works out and you get wherever you need to go. He hoped desperately that she
would take the hint and leave the car but she didn't. She started crying for real.
"Would you like a cigarette?" he asked.
"All I need is a friend...and a good one." The girl/ghost sobbed quietly.
Richard sat back in his seat and his mind raced through all the possibilities. The rain
began again. He sat there and watched it and wondered if there really was such a
thing as a Ghostbuster.