Its been two weeks since..  the "incident." I go back to the graveyard everyday, no sight of Brendon. But I went back one day, and I saw a gloomy figure standing in front of his grave.

Brendon.

"Brendon!" I shouted and ran up to him. He turned around. "Why did you leave? Why can I only remember you?" I asked. His eyes looked at his feet, then back to my face.

"You found my car in the junk yard a month ago. The one I died in. I was connected to that car, and you brought my spirit back. I didn't think you would want to talk to me if you knew I was dead." he laughed lightly.

"Oh."

"Thank you, though." he smiled. I watched as his image faded away, almost like he disintegrated. I turned around and saw his car, parked beside mine. Except, it looked brand new. Shiny, no dents. Perfect. I walked over, and a note was tucked into the wipers.

For you, my dear.
Keep it.
Be safe, don't die like I did.

Oh. Sweet, but morbid. I turned around. My normal car was gone. I shrugged and got inside the mustang, the keys already in the ignition.

I drove home, watching as the trees on either side of the road slowly disappear and become shops.

I pulled into the driveway of my house, and there he was.

Brendon, again.

He waved, and disappeared.

Everywhere I looked, Brendon was there, waving and disappearing.

I am officially going insane...