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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description: Everything they say about it is true…

eBook Publisher: Rosetta Solutions, Inc., Published: 1994
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2002

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [61 KB], eReader (PDB) [34 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [8 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [8 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [85 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [78 KB], hiebook (KML) [60 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [81 KB], iSilo (PDB) [6 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [8 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [56 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [15 KB]
Words: 2500
Reading time: 7-10 min.
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Phillip Russo was driving down the off-ramp at the Carrollton exit when the incident happened. Such a thing had never happened to him before, and it never would again. But on that day, at that moment, his perception suddenly split into two parts, like a word processing window being called up in a computer document. There was a girl standing at the curb just where the ramp curved down to meet Carrollton Avenue, and as he glanced at her out of his window her image doubled. He saw her standing still, and he saw her step off the curb, saw her almost float off the curb into the path of an oncoming eighteen wheeler. And he heard her, the sound she made as she was hit, even over the hissing wail of the air brakes.

Phillip stomped instantly on his own brakes and swung his car past the end of the off-ramp into the parking lot behind the Picadilly Cafeteria. He slammed back the door and leaped out, knowing that, if he had seen what he thought he had, there would be nothing he could do to help.

But then, maybe he hadn't seen it. He wasn't absolutely sure what he had seen until he was out of his car. As soon as he was in the open, however, he realized that he had not seen a truck, or a girl being run over. The girl was still standing at the curb, as hard and whole as ever. Only now, instead of looking at the street she was looking at him. He didn't wonder why. Nor did he wonder why he didn't just get back into his car and leave. He knew why he didn't. He probably could have explained his sudden vision away as a once in a lifetime hallucination. In time he might even have believed it. But right now he knew that such an explanation would be wrong.

Phillip Russo had never thought of himself as sensitive, in the occult use of that word, but there was no doubt in his mind that he had just had a premonition. Some temporary link had been forged between the energy and horror in the girl's mind and his own unconscious, and for a moment he had been able to see her imagination played inside his head's theater. The curb where she was standing was the perfect place to avoid being seen by trucks barreling down the off-ramp, and she had been planning on killing herself there. That he could not allow.

All the Russos were Catholic and Phillip had been raised to believe that killing yourself was a mortal sin. Even at forty he couldn't get away from that feeling, though his excellent education had provided him with knowledge of other belief systems where the right of a person to take their own life was held sacred and honorable. His own beliefs and his own heart would not let him accept that idea. The girl had to live.

Phillip shut the door to his car and started a slow stroll toward the young lady at the curb. She did not walk away.