The bridge.

Peering through the window, I saw the country side, the rolling hills and changing trees of northern Arkansas.  I was headed home for fall break from college, U of A to be exact.  I was tired and nauseous for the winding roads and the sinking sun behind the clouds.  My parents were expecting me to be there tomorrow evening, but I chose to leave early and surprise them.  That was my first mistake that night.  

     As the sun finally disappeared across the horizon, and the night began, I wanted to push on and make it home at least by morning.  I got onto a road, very narrow and had no lines.  The whole thing for nearly three miles was a narrow shaky bridge.  I am terrified of bridges, I always fear the worst, but if I wanna gut home fast, it's the best way to go.
    I'd gone this way many times before, including at night, but everything was different tonight.  There was a very thick eerie fog coating the bridge.  I was the only one there as well.  usually there is at least three other people in close range, but this night was completely silent, until, There was a slight ghostly howl.  I was mid way through the bridge when I saw a person, stripped to nothing, they didn't even have skin on their body.  
     She had been murdered, skinned and left for dead.  Only she wasn't dead yet.  Or was she?  I stopped my car in a panic not knowing what to do.  She moaned and groaned until she finally sputtered out of her blood dripped mouth,  "Help me, please" Her eyes began to pool with blood and she collapsed as someone from behind me blew several metallic holes into her chest.  I turned around to see a young man, my age, holding a 9 mm pistol. He was tall and beautiful, and staring me down.
      "Get in my car."
      "Bu-"
      "Now!"
      I ran to his car and screamed around to go back.  We sat for a moment and he didn't say a word.  I was frantic, and hyperventilating from the rush of fear in my body.  He pulled the car over on the end of the bridge and began to chant something, I don't even know what.  He bowed his head then yelled, and I felt myself be whisked from my body and into another. sadly for me...  It was the body of the dead skinless girl. Never trust anyone.  Regardless of their beauty or courage.  I was simply a skin puppet that came along at exactly the wrong time.  Now his girlfriend is safe, alive and in my body.
        For those of you who say the dead can't feel...  They can.