🕯️ KEROSENE LANTERN SERIES 🕯️ 👻 THE PHANTOM PASSENGER 🚘

Some passengers never ask for a ride…

🌙 It was late. The road was quiet.

Lucy was driving home one night when her phone suddenly buzzed. 📱
She pulled over to the side of the road to read and reply to a message.

Just two minutes.
Then she continued her journey home…
Unaware that she had picked up a passenger. 👤

🏠 When Lucy arrived home, she parked her Tesla in the driveway. But instead of getting out, she remained inside, scrolling through her phone.
Suddenly…

⚠️ The Tesla’s screen detected movement beside the driver’s door.
Someone was standing outside.
Lucy turned towards the window.

Nobody.

A few seconds later, the screen showed movement again, as though someone had stepped away from the vehicle.

But the doors had never opened.

She stared at the screen, puzzled.
Then, through the silence, came a faint, gentle voice.

👶 “Hiii…”

Lucy froze.
She looked around.

Nothing. Nobody.

Yet somehow, the strange little greeting had been captured on her recording. 🎙️
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🌅 THE FOLLOWING MORNING…

Lucy noticed a gathering outside her neighbour’s house.
Black ribbons. 🖤
Flowers. 💐
Grieving relatives.

She soon learned that her neighbours’ six-year-old son had recently passed away.
He had been buried the previous afternoon.

🪦 And then came the chilling realisation…

The cemetery where the little boy had been laid to rest was beside the very stretch of road where Lucy had stopped to answer her message.

On the same day he was buried.

Her heart sank.
As she approached her neighbours’ house, she noticed a photograph of the little boy beside the front door.

Beneath it lay a handwritten note.

✉️ It contained just six words…
“Thank you for bringing me home.”

Lucy stood motionless.

How could that be?

She had never told anyone where she had stopped the previous night.
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🎧 THE RECORDING

Still shaken, Lucy returned to her Tesla.
She opened the recording from the night before, put on her headphones and turned up the volume.

She listened carefully.

And this time…

She heard something she hadn’t noticed before.

KNOCK…

KNOCK…

KNOCK… 👊

Three tiny knocks.

Then came that familiar little voice.
👶 “Hiii…”

Lucy’s blood ran cold.
Because the knocks hadn’t come from someone standing outside her car.

They had come from the INSIDE of the window.

The little boy hadn’t just appeared beside her Tesla that night.

HE HAD BEEN SITTING INSIDE IT. 😨

And she had unknowingly brought him home.
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🕯️ THE PHANTOM PASSENGER

Sometimes, the dead don’t haunt the living…
Sometimes, they just need a ride home. 👻

KEROSENE LANTERN 🏮

Stories from the shadows.

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​———— \  Dedication \————-

Thank you, Anthony, Frank, Penelope, Lyon and Hadassah,  Ratu Filimone and My Darling Ane for inspiring this piece and  supporting my dreams.

To my amazing brothers. Tango and John Paul thank you for inspiring me and carrying the kerosene lantern beside me.

—————-/ The End /—————

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