"I know your ghost." She laughed. "Well not know him, but know of him. As soon as you mentioned 47. It's an old urban legend around here."
"I didn't think this 'burb was big enough to qualify as urban."
"Now, now. So what did he say?"
I shrugged, pretending to be apathetic. "Not much." In truth, I couldn't recall all he said and it drove me crazy. "Something about a party and being late, I think."
She nodded several times. "He would say that."
I reached out and grabbed her hand. "Tell me."
"Well, over forty years ago a kid was killed out on that stretch of road. Run down." She lowered her voice to seem dramatic. "Some say accident. Some say not."
"Since then... well, every kid in town knows that his ghost keeps trying to get home. We all want a glimpse. Last time I was out there looking for him was back in junior high with some friends and we all hid in the woods. I fell asleep." The regret in her voice was very evident. "Still some say they've seen him. A lot of the time they're truckers out late and pass a lonesome guy on the road. He's not in their rearview mirror. Or some lost couple stops and asks him for directions. He never speaks though. And he never reaches home."
Vintage: A Ghost Story is a smart and stylish work of contemporary gay fantasy with a gothic twist.