Ghost In Car Crash Novels & Stories

His eyes were on me as he looked at me in concern. " It's nothing, he is kicking hard today." I smiled, turning my focus to the front of us when I saw a white light in front of us and a speeding car running towards our direction. " Giovanni, look out ." I screamed, but it was already too late since our car collided. The car rolled, and my head banged against the side window repeatedly. My eyelids drooped slowly closed, and I could hear faint noises of someone calling out to me before my eyes closed completely.

There was a flash of white, and then— All the hairs on Grace's arms stood on end. Fear unlike anything she had ever experienced gripped her mind as the dump truck crashed into them with a loud bang. The impact triggered the car's airbags, knocking Grace into her seat. She lost control of the car as she was pinned between the airbag and her seat. The car's front end caved into itself, and the car was thrown into the middle of the road before coming to a stop. However, the dump truck backed up a little before crashing into the car again. Then, it sped away. This was cold-blooded murder.

I was gone, and it wasn't as though they could speak ill of me now, not while my body was being buried in the ground. Even my mother-in-law came. She was already a frail, tiny woman, but seeing her there made her appear decades older. Grayson knelt before my gravestone, convinced he was performing some act of atonement. But to me, his presence was nothing more than repulsive. After the funeral, he returned to the small apartment. Alice, starved for three days, lay there, barely clinging to life. The moment she saw Grayson, fear overtook her—a fear she couldn't hide.

They had no choice but to cremate him since no one could get his body out of Bonnie’s house. Everyone had learned why and how Ghost got his nickname and it wasn’t because of his pale skin. Williamson had locked him in a cell while everyone waited for the ambulance to come for Matt. When Williamson had gone back to the station after leading the disaster efforts, Ghost was gone. Williamson had sworn up and down that he had frisked Ghost before he put him in the cell. He had taken Ghost's lock pick from him. An APB was put out on Ghost, but no one matching his description had turned up. The deputies felt that he was long gone.

I stepped on the gas, and the car drove into the cliff on the right at great speed. The bumper was badly destroyed. Blood seeped out from the driver's seat. Although I had died in the crash, my spirit continued to wander around. At first, I thought I could finally be free of Owen after I died, but for some reason, my ghost lingered around him. … I wandered to Owen's office on the 16th floor of Globestar Inc. building. I saw his secretary, Jessie Tucker, arriving early at work. She made a cup of coffee and entered his office. I followed along.

he asked her as he quickly climbed the rest of the steps, walked over, and kissed her. “It was a bad night. I had to go to work. Cat and Annie got hurt by one of the things from the base.” “What happened? How did they get hurt? Do you know what it was?” he asked almost as quickly as Annie did as he sat beside Lindsay. “The thing that Annie called a ghost popped up in the road when she, Viktor, Cat, and Andy were out together. Viktor was driving, and he tried to miss it, but he couldn’t. When he hit it, it passed through the car, Annie, and Cat. Annie was hurt worse than Cat. It was mild frostbite from being touched by it, and John helped treat them. They’re both OK now and should not have an

The Haunts broke through the barrier, a cold wind rushing past, pausing for a moment in front of the orange-red car. Mom screamed, stomping the accelerator and smashing through the black cloud. However, the Haunts showed no mercy, engulfing my brother's body into bits. White gauze fluttered down as blood oozed out. He did not even have time to scream before he was reduced to nothing but bones, slumped over in his seat like a deflated wetsuit. Mom reached out, her touch confirming the warmth of his body, but his breath was gone. A mournful howl shattered the silence.

The reason why those cars didn't stop just now was that they were not allowed to stop at the entrance of the hospital. Cecelia was thinking as he walked forward. But when she walked away, she sweated on her forehead and her legs began to weaken. Those cars still didn't seem to see her. With a swoosh, they drove past her. "I really saw a ghost in the middle of the night." Cecelia suspicious. It really was because she encountered something filthy, or else how could something so strange have happened? But it was so strange. Even if she deliberately stood in the middle of the road, those cars would take a detour.

She stared weakly at him and gasped in fear when she saw his face placed on the steering wheel and blood dripping from both sides of his head. She noticed that he had passed out and thought of running away to look for Richard but she could not bear to leave him in this condition. She began to cry and shake him to get up. Gina saw the crash and from a distance, she parked her car and smiled, "this is what you get for going after my man, bitch. Now, I have to make sure I finish what I've started." Before coming out of her car, she wore a black helmet that covered her face. Felix had warned her to make sure that her face was not revealed in whatever she did.

"No. Just get down here before I fill the road with lifeless bodies,``I threatened and hung up. Caroline arrived in her scooter in the next seven minutes and halted next to the jeep. "You're actually two minutes late." "What happened here?" She asked with appalment as she stared through the half winded down mirror at the occupants, obviously dead. "Zoey," she called and gazed, darting her eyes down to Kathrina's corpse by my feet. "Did…did you?" "Hey, does it look like I fed on them? I didn't kill them. The jeep had a collision with the bike and a fatal accident occured," I explained with amusement.