There were  group fares and side of curb pick ups along the way.

Inquistive clientele and a few surprises.

Bryce shouted.

“Aurora, what's that in the back and back of the taxi?

Sounds like familiar voices.”

Aurora emitted a dead of night  belly laugh.

“You often wonder where I have been to?

Everybody does because the things I have picked up don’t look as if they are part of this life.”

Aurora’s mind could go anywhere and do anything.

But its limits are but an infinite that as of yet she hadn’t figured out.

The ghost mobile had this almost sinewy image to the onlooker.

Bryce had this hunch but could barely contain himself.

“Silent aren’t we Bryce?

I have many sides to me.

Maybe you do as well.

Perhaps we are prone to a resource that is  multifaced or multi facet.”

Aurora spot on and on the spot.

Bryce the genial ghost kept his mumbling bumbling sense of humour silent but for awhile.

He uttered a ……

ummm.

Taut, mathematical laced with rippled giggles.

Peering out the window a suite of flitting images that seemed to be both metaphor and symbol for  death as well as life.

Rows of dark green copses, gleaming coal lustre ticket machines for journeys we have been to or yet  to be.

Linear street lights whose hazy glaze gleam illuminated  much trodden pavement with periodic figures that flit about yet flicker interminably,

“Yikes a flying saucer  skimming  my window.”

A shriek from Aurora that shook the swaying taxi.

“As much as I enjoy the intrigue can my heart take much more?”

Aurora on deep reflection whose heart palpitates.

“Still I have this empathy for things hidden. Yet dogged by this racing impulse in the mind that there are recesses I must explore.”

She observed against a murky monument of thought. 

Suddenly  a sinister introduction from nowhere.

“We are the  hair raising ghosts in the back booth.

Amarra, Alina, Anastasia.

The three As.

As as in ace.

We swop waves at night don’t forget.”

Bryce huddled at the  back wondering.

Where is this all leading to?

Maybe the lot of us should put some daylight between these

nightscape shenanigan this bizarre taxi driver might proffer.

“Aurora, where are you?

This vehicle can’t be driving itself.

It’s made of solid substances.”

Gusts of cross purposes 

pirouetting.

Dance steps, echos, strains of bells tolling ….

Where has Aurora gone to?

More than a philosophical question at this point?

Who put the quest in question?”

Bryce now a completely unsettled SPIRIT!

“Hey here we are ….. on the outside.

Me, Aurora and the others.” 

But the taxi is still veering and vaulting.

“OH HOLY SCREECHING TIRES

Is that a swear word from one of us.”

Auror and the rest of the clan.

“What are you doing on the outside?’

I thought this ghost mobile was a real vehicle. 

But somehow seems real.

The places it has gone to

And the people in it.”

Bryce can’t fathom the turn of events.

To say nothing of the eerie noise scape of dripping pipes, scattered moon beams.

Cars slowing up and down.

“This is scaring the living daylights out of me.”

Bryce opined. 

“And the rest of us here.”

And in a shard shattering moonlight flash they were outside the agreed cemetery.

“But where has the taxi gone?

Has it a life of itself, its own.”

 The entire  ghosts and the surprise guest in a secluded cemetery where graves emit chuckles.

“Clementine … fancy seeing you here.

Fancy not seeing you here.”

Bryce overstated  amid a background of tentacled brambles with gleaming galaxy smeared spikes.

And guffaws from spirits within the graves that still had some life in them.!?

Yes the misty jet black curtain graves where people came with trepidation to hear laughter.

The other ghosts and clementine joined in.

Swathes of comic giggles suspended in a frosty air.

“BRYCE YOURSELF”  …BRACE YOURSELF”

 Clementine quipped to the ghost concerned. 

“Why not show some 

CLEMENTINECY while your at it.”

Hilarious uproar.

“I meant to say CLEMENCY of course.”

Bryce added.

“ From me I gathered that much.

Get that a FRUITFUL GROAN.

Gather fruit.”

Clementine interjected but Bryce retorted a self directed joke. 

“Yes.  That came as no 

SURBRYCE ~ SURPRISE.”

Bryce had to groan.

But they both reunited with  the ghosts who were enjoining something with a spine cool air of finality about.

There had been visits to this place before.

Yet nothing quite like this circus which now had this strange life of its own into early morning before there was a staggered vanishing act.

An eerie epoch equally vanished and some unusual  happenings or non happenings might be a better phrase seamlessly disappeared.

Lulls and gaps with notable absences also but in a town with a constant state of flux not entirely unexpected.

Then one  day  Clementine was going for an early stroll but 

was shocked with what she saw.

“Aurora, is that you at the crack of dawn?

This has never happened before .., you have your clique.”

Aurora guffawed amid the cry of baby ghosts.

“And it’s not a faults  dawn either?”

Get that through no fault  of my own.”

Clementine was struck dumb for once. 

“Just sick and tired of all this cloak and dagger nightly stuff.

As I said once I have to put some daylight in my life.”

Aurora was now the visible ghost at an unlikely time.

“Clementine about the taxi … well.

My new job is an undertaker.

I undertake to embark on an out in the open DEAD ON LIFE rather than a DEAD ON DEATH  nightwatch.”

Clementine completely stunned.

As for the taxi well it could be used as a hearse.

“HEARSE TODAY GONE TOMORROW! 

And Bryce and my mainstay ghosts.

And their little ghosts.”

And Auror were wherever!

Clementine saw an unusual shuffle as if Aurora was being whisked away almost as if being captured.

Now Clementine continued to walk in a wobbly fashion.

No more nocturnal exploits, no more laughing graves, no more sudden appearances.

Was Clementine now possessed?

Hello, an apparent stranger said to Clementine though this seemingly unseen before person seemed familiar.

“Hello, you look as if you have seen a ghost?”

She clementine paused.

“I think I have today, several this morning?

But where have they gone?”

The apparent stranger continued walking and winked whilst saying. 

“Maybe not as far as you might think!”

And kept on walking whilst looking backwards!