Louisiana Cajun Girl

I found myself frozen in my tracks. The feeling of a presence was so strong; it was like someone was about to jump out and grab me. I slowly looked behind me to see who was following me and saw nothing. Maybe if I yell out they will know, I know they are there.

“Hello? I asked. Is anyone there?”

“Marcie girl,” someone whispered. I jumped. It sounded like someone right next to me, but I could see no one. My eyes strained to see from my left to my right. There was so much movement in the trees that I felt like my mind was playing tricks on me.

“What? Who’s out there?” I demanded out loud.

“Hello,” I asked, again?

“Marcie girl I'm here. Can you see me?”

“Who's there?” I demanded again.

The voice continued, “I'm sorry Marcie girl.”

My God that sounded just like my dad.

“Daddy? Is that you?” I pleaded.

“I'm sorry for leaving you so soon.”

“Daddy where are you? I can't see you.”

My mind raced, how can this be? My insides started to shake.

“Daddy, please where are you?”

Warm tears started running down my face. My heart was beating so hard and loud I thought that the “voice of my dad” could hear it.

“Marcie girl please don't cry. I'm always with you.”

Again, I thought, how can this be? No! I put my hand over my ears and ran down the old dirt road straight to the dock.

“No, No, No. This can't be.”

I looked behind me when I reached the dock and saw no one following me. I sat on the dock looking over my shoulder searching the darkness for any kind of movement while I hung my feet off the edge of the dock my whole body shaking and waiting for the gang to get there trying to make since of it all. I was continuously watching behind me to see if anything out of the ordinary was there. My heart was still racing. I tried to calm my nerves. I looked down and saw my hands shaking. Was someone playing a joke on me? It sounded like my dad. But he died 6 months ago.

Surely I didn't hear what I thought I heard. My shaking was so bad my teeth were chattering.

I heard something behind me. Someone’s coming. Oh my God, who or what could it be? I scrambled from my seated position and braced myself. I didn't know what to expect next. My breath caught in my throat. I just knew I was ready for the next encounter, whatever it may be. It sure can't be good. After all, who hears dead people on lonely dark roads in the middle of the night? I wiped my face and braced myself for a fight. Whether dead or not they don't know who they're messing with, I'll fight to the end.

I was bowed out like a banty rooster with my hands clinched into tight fists waiting for a fight.

“Hey Marcie,” Bill yelled out to me.

“Looks like your ready to fight some alligators.”

I let out my held breath. My body started to go limp almost losing my balance. I couldn't believe how scared I was. I had never been so glad to see someone in all my life. If Bill only knew just how ready I was to kick some Cajun ass. I had to laugh at myself. Surely this was just the dark playing tricks on me. I won't say a word about what just happened they'll send me away in a straight jacket.