Truth dear.... I am embarrased that it has taken me this long to read your post...   roar ; ^ )

 

I went to visit my friend last week.  This has been only the second time I have gone to see him on my own - first of it being in the evening with little moonlight offered.  See his gravesite is just on the outskirts of the city, with a breathtaking view of our city's downtown skyline and the south east part of the city.  It is always peaceful when I see him.  We always have "great talks" when I actually do go.  Last week I went, and before I stopped at his "campsite" I had to drive around this bend and the most phenomenal experience happened.  It was completely dark and then out of no where it was like there was this reflection of my headlight shining off of something, but there was nothing for it to shine off of... and this white mist like blur came right through me and the car.  I had to close my eyes and hit the brakes because I thought I had hit whatever it was that came through.  When I opened my eyes again it was black. Black in the front of me, to both of my sides and in my review mirror.  For a brief moment I thought, silly girl it was just the reflection of your headlight on something.  So I continued up the bend (which is more like a circle to get to his site) and parked the car.  I got out and I started this full blown conversation (which is typical of me to yammer).  I was not alone there, I know it, and there were no other cars in the graveyard.  I was the only owner of a car there.  People cant get there by foot either.  I didnt see anything around me.  But I know I wasnt alone.  I sat outside for a while and chatted with him (with my headlights shining on me and his site).  But I felt I was at a disadvantage, so I went and turned off my lights.  Went back, talked to him some more.  Went into the car, chatted some more.  I am glad I went - it gave me a sense of peace, and I felt his love.  I usually feel that when I go.  I looked in my rear view mirror and saw fog starting to roll in.  Perhaps I saw too many creepy movies when I was a kid, but there is something about being in a gravesite at night when fog rolls in, that I want to get the F*%#K out of there.  No problem, I did.  He felt important to come along for the ride with me as I drove back onto the highway, then on to the freeway before going back into the city.  I looked in the rear view mirror, and there were fingerprints on the inside of my back window.  it was like someone had streched back and let their fingers smudge along the window.  The whacked thing is that those fingerprints were not there when I got there.  I think they belonged to that mistical foglike thing (perhaps female) that I drove through.  She was definitely curious, and perhaps even intrigued.  Maybe she even has a bit of a crush on my buddy - he was quite a hottie.  But it was interesting... and I wanted to share it with you all.