Ghost In Car Crash Novels & Stories

He forgot that humans were delicate and had a weak existence. Quite many cars collided with each other when they tried to avoid him. A long haul of traffic was in the area, and people started to panic, thinking there was an ambush from terrorists. Everyone abandoned their cars, shouting everywhere when they heard eerie laughter that was too loud to be ignored. Those within a radius of 10 kilometres from the laughing blond fainted. The sight was bizarre as bodies were lying everywhere.

Claire had a surprised expression on her face as she asked, “Mom, what’s wrong with you?” Elaine was extremely solemn as she said, “Let me tell you. Someone was killed by a ghost at the Mount Phoenix Cemetery last night! Even his brain was completely sucked out! It is said that he was bleeding out of his seven orifices when he died, and there was a big hole on the top of his head. As a result, his head turned out to be an empty shell with nothing inside at all!”

Suddenly, I heard a crash; a big truck had smashed my car. “Je..ssie,” I coughed out blood as I managed to crawl out of the car. I struggled to open my already dying eyes, and across me was a grav eyard, Derek and Gaty burying her, alive. “No… No,” I howled inside and gave up the ghost.

He quickly gets up, pours fuel on the car, then lights a match. Flames quickly spread through the car and it feels like the old me is being burned to ashes. “Get down,” the new driver orders just as our car takes off. The car is swallowed up by the fire and seconds later, there's a boom as it explodes loudly and illuminates the night. I try to hold in but the tears run down my face. I lean back against the seat and cry. My sobs are coming from my broken heart. The driver looks at me through the rearview, “It was necessary. You'll be a ghost by morning. No body, just evidence.”

"Fatal Car Crash on Oakridge Bridge — Victim Identified as Justin Chase." The breath in her chest stopped, not just caught, but stopped. Her eyes skimmed the short paragraph beneath the headline as if maybe, if she read fast enough, the words would rearrange into something else. The accident occurred late this evening when a black sedan lost control… The driver was pronounced dead at the scene… Her hand began to shake. The phone slipped from her fingers and landed on the comforter with a dull thud.

He tumbled through the air before landing in a pool of blood. Upon realizing she failed to ram her car into me, Gigi turned the steering wheel frantically, trying to escape in a panic. However, she ended up driving straight into an oncoming heavy truck. With a deafening bang, the red car was instantly crushed. Gigi died on the spot, without a chance to even leave proper last words. I collapsed to the ground, staring at Kenneth, who was lying in a pool of blood. Agonizingly, he turned his head. When he saw that I was completely unharmed, he actually managed a smile of relief.

Shattered glass glittered across the pavement beneath it. “No…” The word barely left my mouth before I sprinted across the lot. Please. Please let me be wrong. Please let her still be there. I reached the vehicle so fast I nearly lost my footing. My hands grabbed the open passenger door as I looked inside. The seat was empty. Blood stained the upholstery where Lyra had been sitting only minutes ago. Her phone lay on the floorboard beside broken glass. The seat belt hung loose, swaying slightly in the night breeze. She was gone.

The officer beside me was busy taking notes. "When he came back, he waited for the road to clear up. It was clear, and he crossed over to come to us. This car came out of nowhere and hit him. It didn't stop. It ran off." "Did you see anything about this car?" "It was black. Couldn't see the registration or the people inside. But there were two people. One in the driving seat and one at the back," I wiped away a tear as the nurses closed the blinds in Zac's wardroom.

I turn around to stare at the vehicle with a squint. Is someone trying to play a trick on me? I look closely at the car and see that it's a woman who is behind the wheel. She seems to be in shock, staring at me with her jaws on the ground. She looks like she has seen a ghost. I hold my hands over my raised brow, shedding my eyes from the intensity of the beam. I feel my heart shatter as I recognize that face. No, it's not possible, she is supposed to be dead. She can't be alive, no, she died seven years ago!

Thick smoke billowed. Shattered pieces of debris and glass scattered across the ground. It was utterly chaotic. The overwhelming and pungent smell of leaking gasoline filled the air. "Austin!" Cecily's face turned pale as she screamed in horror. She vividly felt a powerful force propelling her forward when the crash happened. Meanwhile, Austin, who was holding her, crashed through the Bugatti Veyron's windshield with a loud bang. He bore all the brunt of the impact.