Fifty-one

STEFAN'S POV

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I looked back immediately, but saw no one.

"Who are you?" I asked, looking around my car, cautiously.

"Oh, come on. Did you think you were going to see me, if you looked so fast?" The deep voice said, almost feeling like he was teasing me.

"What do you mean, by that?" I asked, wondering what game he was trying to play, with me.

"Look around, slowly, without rush, and then you'll see what you're looking for."

"I don't want to see what I am looking for..I want to see who you are and why you are you pulling tricks on me." I said, with clenched teeth.

"Oh, come on. I told you already. It's left for you to take heed. And we do not have much time, left." The voice said.

I had no choice than to heed to what he said, and to my surprise, it was a cloak, without a body, sitting on my backseat. This was a wandering spirit. Legend has it that wandering spirits are those who lost their five coins to give to the ferry man for them to go over to the other world.

"What are you doing he