I remember it like it was yesterday.
It was a beautiful full moon night, under a Caribbean sky. The sky was clear and bright with the silver reflection of the moon everywhere. I was attending a house party in Grenville. It turned out to be quite boring, and at around 12:30 a.m., I told my host I was leaving.
“Clyde it is so late. Why don’t you spend the night and leave in the morning?”
I politely declined the offer, citing that I had obligations later that morning. The truth was that I was disappointed that there were no single ladies at the party.
I headed out for the town of St. George’s, driving over the Grand Etang Mountains. As I accelerated, I could feel the power in the car as it pushed me back against the seat. The corners came fast and it was proving to be the highlight of my evening. In ten minutes, I made quick work of the hills while rocking to the music of DMX. At the bottom of the mountain lies a bridge before you enter Vendome village. As I approached the bridge, I saw a woman sitting on one of the walls. I slowed down as I came closer, wondering, what is this lady doing out here with her cute self?
I pulled up next to her and said, “Hey, pretty, are you okay? What are you doing out here at this ungodly hour? Would you like a ride somewhere?” My first two questions brought no response from her. I concluded that she probably had a fight with her boyfriend and he had left her there. However, my offer of the ride brought a huge smile to her face. It was there I noticed her eyes – shining and reflecting the moonlight.
There was almost a hypnotic effect. I felt myself being drawn into them. Something inside of me pulled me back. That something was a sense of danger that not all was well here. Anyway, I brushed the feeling off and asked, “Would you like the ride or not?”
She shook her head, signaling “yes,” got up, and began making her way to the car. I expected her to cross in front of the car so that I could get a good look at her, but she walked to the back of the car instead. Now, the car is a two-door, so she had to come around to the front.
As she walked past me, I noticed that her dress reached all the way to the road. I also noticed that the dress was one you would wear to church. I felt that sense of danger in my stomach again, this time stronger. I looked in the side mirror as she passed me. There was no reflection of her body!!! I floored the accelerator and took off like a bat out of hell.
I heard a screeching laughter in the background. “Hahahaaaaaa aaha!”
I made it home in less than ten minutes; to me it felt like two. In my yard, I turned off the engine breathed a sigh of relief. I found myself trembling and thinking, what the hell just happened? I was about to open the door when I turned around and saw her sitting in the back seat. I tried to scream, but no sound came out, and her face transformed into a hideous mask. Her eyes locked in on mine and I started falling into an endless pit.
At that moment, I uttered a prayer that arose in my mind and the hold was broken. Her face returned to normal and she said to me, “Be careful; not everything that glitters is gold! “With that, she vanished into that slivery night.
(Clyde Viechweg, the son of Arthur Viechweg of Mt. Moritz, presently resides in Brooklyn, New York. He is the author of ,” Caribbean Twilight, tales of the supernatural”, and the author of a recent collections of short folklore tales set in the Spice Isle)