Looking out a window, I notice my late boss "Big Al" being pushed, standing, on a hand truck, but he is smaller and thinner than in real life. Two other people are escorting him, one pushing the truck, one walking beside. I think I knew each of these others, and they too have "passed on". All three of them have a ghostly, translucent appearance. They are just turning a corner, from a road that headed toward me, to one that goes off in the distance to my right.

Workmates Tom and Paul and Jake and I discuss this, and it is apparent that we should go down the road and investigate, especially when one of them turns it into a dare. We investigate but find nothing, and a wise woman points out that that is usual for this sort of case; you see ghosts briefly and then they are gone.

In some way, this is my parents' house, and the roads are Bell and Mountaintop, but closer to the house. Heather is apparently renting a room from them, and I ask her whether this event changes her view of the place. She says that in general, she can deal with it, although that particular corner will always scare her.