The Storm

It had been a lovely evening. I always enjoyed dinner with David and a chat about old times in front of his big fire in the old farmhouse. "You´ll drive carefully, wont´n you?" he said. "I think there´s going to be a storm".
I knew the road well. I´d been along it hundreds of times. But never on a night like this. The storm broke suddenly, just as I came to the lonely strech of road that ran for a couple of miles along the cliffs above the sea. There was no one else around, or so I thought. But the suddenly, through the rain, I saw a little car in front of me, going quite slowly.
There was something strange about it. I hadn´t seen a car like that for years-in fact, not for thirty, or even forty years.
I came right up behind it, and began to overtake. I looked in through the window.
There were three people in the car. And their faces were deadly pale, as white as paper. The man drove. The woman looked in my direction, but she didn´t seem to see me. A little smile was on her lips. In her arms she carried a sleeping child.
For perhaps as long as five seconds I watched her, our cars running side by side. and then there was a flash of lightning, a clap of thunder and their little machine suddenly swerved across the road and disappeared over the cliff, falling into the sea hundreds of feet below.
Horrified, I drove back to the palce where I had seen them go over. I looked down. the sea crashed angrily against the rocks, but there was no sign of the car, or its occupants.
I drove like a madman to the village. The pub was just closing and the barman was a washing up the glasses.
"Call the police" I yelled."There´s been a terrible accident. A car has gone over the cliff!"
the barman looked at me curiously. "What kind of car was it?"he said.
"Small, and very old...with three pople, a man a woman and a child".
"Wearing strange clothes, were they?" said the barman.
"Yes", I said. "But what does it matter? We must get help at once"
The barman didn´t move. "Don´t worry, sir", he said."There´s nothing we can do about it. That car went over the cliff fifty years ago. Terribly sad, it was. people often see the poor souls again, on a dark, stormy night, like tonight..."