This is the point where I became convinced there was a ghost in my car.
Grasping at any straws to dispel the belief I’m in the middle of a haunting, I think maybe there’s something or someone in the trunk. Still a far cry from home and now scared enough to investigate this new theory, despite the pouring rain, I pull into a parking lot. I jumped out as fast as I can to see if there’s someone in the trunk. Nothing, so I jumped back in. Now that I’m scared and wet, I sit in the parking lot for a while, just listening. After a few minutes of nothing happening, I decide to drive home as fast as possible and get out of my possessed car.
This is the point where I realized I hadn’t planned for what I would have done had there actually been someone in the trunk.
I pull out of the parking lot and I instantly hear it again. This time, I nearly scream, “Who’s there?!”
Of course, thank goodness, no one answered. Another few blocks, I hear it again. But this time, I was able to make out a couple words: “the next right.” That’s weird, I thought. Why would a ghost say that? Another block and it hits me. It’s Kate! My stupid GPS was turned on in the center console compartment.
This is the point where I felt like a complete idiot.
— Misty Knisely, interim [friday] editor / afraid of “ghosts."