The Barista my Haunter

Do you believe in ghosts? I didn’t. That is until the night of October 13, 2313. It was a Friday. The Chicago Bears were playing the Denver Broncos. When the Broncos ran the ball into the endzone the whole bar clanked our glasses together and cheered! It had been a very long and dragging week in Aurora Colorado. It feels like I’ve been waiting a lifetime just to see the weekend. Chad Rodney would not hop off my butt about finishing the stupid “Life In Aurora” article. Every day he busts into my office, “Sydney how’s the article coming?” It’s coming on a bull ready to run you over boss. “Great!” I’d say, clearly lying having not even started. Truth is, I don’t know how to start or where to start. How am I supposed to write a front page article about this city when I don’t even like it here? The only thing good to me is a dirty foreign frap which you could only purchase at Billy’s Bar on Roswell Ave. I go there every morning at 8 A.M. just before work and right after all the crazy drunks leave. It keeps me going. Especially on days like today. I decided to stay late after work to research details for my article. Although I spent six extra hours staring at my computer screen, this is all I could come up with, “October 13, 2313: Secrets in my City. There’s more to Aurora Colorado than meets the eye.” It’s a horrible place and I’d rather live literally anywhere else. I decided that was enough for one night and hurried home. That’s when it happened. 

The roads were clear when my boss texted me at 11:07 P.M. “Hey Syd! There’s been a robbery at the gas station on 107 Ave. This would be perfect for ur article!! Hurry down!... if you don’t show ur fired... lol!” HEHEHE so funny! Hehehe! My job is such a joke huh boss? What a knee slapper! Ur hilarious! LOL! “On my way!” Is what I was typing when that man appeared running out from behind the trees. The collision of his body and my vehicle sounded something like this, “ERRRRBAMM.” They don’t teach you how to clean up a murder in school. I solely had to rely on my brain. It told me this “dead man. Car. Murder. Crime. Felony.” Then my brain told me, “Expensive. Can’t afford. Lake. Solution!” They may not teach you how to deal with a murder in school, but they do teach you hyptothesis’. If I put this body of a man whom I just killed in the lake, then I can pretend none of this ever happened and I won’t be charged with any punishment. Good thinking Sydney. 

The night was cold and windy. The waves clashing together onto shore. The man would easily be carried out far far away never to be seen again. I hopped back into my car, with surprisingly no dents or scratches, and ventured out for a much needed dirty foreign frap. I deserve this. When I opened the door to Billy’s Bar I was haunted. It was him. It was the man in the lake. Standing right there. Ready to take my order.