Prompt Day #173: Describe what haunts the old ambulance.
Blood. Blood is the vessel of all that we are, our soul resides in each and every cell and when left behind, we leave a piece of ourselves. The old ambulance saw much blood, pooling on the floor of the cab, working itself into cracks and crevices, hiding away from the disinfectants. Here stories mingled, pasts collided. Pain and suffering become the electricity bringing to life a mosaic of humanity turned energy. A Frankenstein phantom trapped in a fiberglass limbo. Sometimes angry; frustrated with the situation that took away its life. It knocks canisters of oxygen off the walls, cuts tubing, and unlocks the gurney wheels. Sometimes lamenting; its sobs heard over the wailing of the siren, a cool hand soothing back the hair of an injured child. Sometimes lost; wandering about, leaving cold spots, malfunctioning EKGs and IV pumps.
Now, the ambulance stands empty. A shell of its former self. The only life it carries is the afterlife trapped forever within. Blood stains, like fossils, the only proof of lives once lived and lost within. Validation that ghosts remain.