Footprints

When I saw the muddy footprints crossing the newly mopped kitchen floor, I was initially furious.  But when I saw the message on the wall, I thought I was hallucinating.  My neighbor had departed from this life six months before and I had yet to fully accept his death.  But the message had to be from Kyle.  He was the only one who had known about the seance.  The only one who knew I believed in the afterlife.  The only one who knew and understood grief like I did. 

Had Kyle crossed the divide to come and tell me something new?  Did he have information about his death I had not found?  Or was he just passing through the portal we had built to haunt his murderer?  I knew I needed to check Kyle’s grave to see if he had really crossed back into the realm of the living.  The minute my car crossed into the cemetery, I had a sudden vision.  When I finally came out of the daze the vision caused, I knew Kyle’s soul had inhabited my body.  He was back for revenge.