Ghost In Car Crash Novels & Stories

The grange was too vast for her to clean all by herself. Owino and Melina arrived. Their car honked its horns to alarm them of their arrival, Amanda swifter to go open the door for them. She was weak from all the enervation, she did not get a fortuitous to eat during the day, she leaned towards the gate after opening for them, her legs were shaking, her body was getting pale, her stomach grumbled out loud, she held her forehead showing her tiredness. Owino noticed her sudden struggle through the side mirror, he quickly rushed out and held her just on time before she fell down.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Fortunately, Jester immediately stepped on the foot brake, so he stopped the vehicle on time. "What is that?" Theo asked nervously. "We almost died because of that. I don't want to die, Jesus," he added. "Stop it. Go outside, maybe it will come back later," Jester ordered his friend. The man, terrified of the dark, hesitated to get out of the car. He was about to be pushed by his friend who had ordered him, when suddenly an old woman suddenly appeared in the car window near the driver's seat. They both shouted, "Aaah, ghost."

"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.

Sighing, Olivia continued, “According to the investigation, he wasn’t drunk driving or under the influence of drugs. He was alone in his car, so do you think there was that thing in the car?” Olivia’s question made Lily look up at her in confusion. “You know!” Olivia looked to the left and right before she covered her mouth, leaning forward as she whispered, “I mean, there was a ghost in his car!” Lily was rendered speechless.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

POV: Eli Eli Michealson's red convertible was waiting for him out front. The motor was already running, with the air conditioner set at full blast. Jim, the head of the valet service, held out Eli's remote keys as The Ghost strolled out with Brigail behind him. "Thanks, Jim." The valet head, a small middle-aged guy with a tanned complexion, held the door open for Eli and The Ghost folded himself in. Jim circled the car as he opened the passenger door for Brigail, but she didn't make any move to follow Eli inside the flashy vehicle.

I stood quietly with Chloe's urn in my arms. I just wanted to stay close to her. Then my phone rang. I didn't even have to look. Years ago, I'd given Richard his own ringtone. I answered. For once, he sounded hesitant. Almost guilty. "Selena, Grace's son was in a car accident. He's lost a lot of blood and needs a transfusion immediately. His blood type is rare. Grace isn't a match, and the hospital's running low. Blood from another hospital might not get here in time."

“Next thing we knew, he drove off without saying anything.” “What bad news?” I demanded, my patience fraying. He swallowed, his eyes flicking to the floor. “Ghost, his sister. She’s dead. She was murdered.” My eyes widened, shock slamming into me like a freight train. My hand flew to my mouth again, a gasp escaping before I could stop it. Ghost—Damon’s sister, the one he’d tried to call, the one he’d trusted—was dead. Murdered.

I yelled at once. I commanded and it happened. The light went down and so did the glass at the back seat of the car did and a voice just so familiar said, “hop in and lets go” “Hum… he is a ghost” I said silently. “Not entirely” he replied sharply. With no iota of fear, I hopped into the car and the car zoomed off.