She pushed the uppababy vista 2012 stroller down Oak street as she always did every evening on her walks. He took a drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground and exhaled the smoke. If the spirits saw her, there might be trouble. Not all ghosts harmed humans, but he knew one that would. Crossing the street towards the little girl with the stroller, he put on his best smile and said, “Where’s your mom, sweetheart?”
At first the little girl looked startled, but instead of answering him, she continued to push the stroller down the street and ignored him. He walked beside her, slowing his footsteps down to match hers. “Good girl that you don’t talk to strangers, but I need you to do me a big favor and go home.” He said as he spotted a spirit heading for them. “Now sweetheart. Right now.” This time his voice was more firm and the little girl picked up her pace, but it was too late. The ghost had spotted her.