Bay and Creek Shipping

I thought you were dead. Maybe I'm chasing a ghost in a truck that says Bay and Creek shipping. Your gift to me I suppose? Charlatan again. Everything's back the way it was before. The teenage girl filling her truck up at the gas station is crying. She looks at me furtively and she is crying. Everyone is crying. It's an inferno, but I don't feel any heat. I think it might have been a person. Oh God. Alice, the elderly man is crossing the street. He is on fire. His face is hollow and burning. What is underneath exposed is his skin melts away. He opens his mouth and there is fire within