Flash Fiction: Crash

The car stood motionless in front of me.

The entire frontal area of the car had been smashed by the tree it had crashed into. I could see the driver seated with his bloodied head lying on the steering wheel, or rather the half of it that remained.

It was weird looking at my own self like this. I felt sorry for my shattered body and even more sorry for having wrecked my neighbour’s car. However, the plan went as I had expected.

My theory was correct.

Ghosts do exist…

Now, to test my next theory before the sun rises. Do possessions work?

Ah, here comes my test subject zooming in a sweet, black sedan…

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Word Count: 115

Prompt: FFfAW Challenge – 195th