Debra Lally

Hat man, I'm talking to you.

Ugh, the creeps.

creepiest but the rational scientific part of me believed and still thinks maybe i'm crazy or schizophrenic or delusional you never know yet here was my baby saying something so innocent i decided to play it cool honey no matter who your mama used to be i'm your mama now okay

period that's right you put you put a period on that lay it down he was silent for what seemed like an eternity i was half hoping he'd fallen asleep then he spoke again i was driving my car i was at a gate and i was miles and you were my mama he said excitedly i was shook fast forward a few months i just buckled him in his car seat after a trip to the gas station as i was tightening the straps on his seat he looks up at the passenger seat he draws his eyebrows together clearly confused

Mama, who's that girl in the front seat?

Oh, you got a sixth sense, kid.

Yeah, that's scary as hell.

My heart dropped out of my butt.

My mind immediately went into production mode.

Was there a stranger who just casually got in my vehicle without me knowing?

What the hell?

I glanced up to the passenger seat, and there was no one there.

Miles continued to stare at the empty seat.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Ghosts were much easier to handle than living breathing fleshies, and honestly, I agree with you.

Can you tell me more about her?

Is she old like a grandma or little like you?

I asked as I finished tightening his straps.

Old like a nana.

And she's got orange hair just like me.