Ghost In Car Crash Novels & Stories

Mary said it was over—but he couldn't stop chasing her ghost. He sent gifts. Rare. Lavish. All to Franklin's estate. Tonight, it was an auction. One of the pieces? A painting Mary once adored. Rain screamed down. The Maybach sliced through the storm. Then—headlights. Bang. The crash roared. Brian's body whipped forward, skull slamming the seat. Glass shredded his skin. Blood everywhere. The car took the hit head-on, launched into the air, then slammed down hard—flipping again and again before vanishing into the sea.

There were deaths all around and just looking at the mess, he could feel something growing inside of him. The rescue team had arrived with siren blowing everywhere and those who were able to be rescued were immediately transferred into the ambulance. He has never seen so many ambulances in one place before. He searched for the instigator of the accident but the person seemed to be no where to be found. He was surprised, he had seen him lying a little far from the scene but now, he couldn’t find him anywhere. He wanted to investigate but then it seemed like something had tapped into him and he froze. His eyes going back to the scene of the accidents and he saw them, ghouls climbing out of the

my life. "Ah--!" She suddenly shoved the car door open and stumbled out. Ronald's pupils shrank. Before he could reach out, a black Toyota accelerated diagonally out of nowhere-- Bang! The dull crash exploded through the air. Gia was flung several meters away like a broken kite, slamming hard onto the ground. Blood instantly poured from her mouth and nose. Pedestrians froze for a split second before screaming and rushing over. Ronald panicked, pushing his wheelchair forward. On the ground, Gia's fingers twitched as she weakly reached toward him.

The driver cried out as though it was his last moment. “What the fuck!” Cindy said, noticing what was happening, her mind left her chest, and for some minutes it felt as though her breath had ceased. Before she could know what was happening, their car simulated twice and then hit a big pile in the road. “Damn! There was a very serious accident; Cindy and her driver were involved in a ghastly motor accident, and no one was there to see what was happening. What! Is Cindy dead?She just had a ghostly accident, and it is very impossible for her to survive.

Bianca covered her mouth and finished the thought for her, "He didn’t die!" They glanced again at the fiery wreckage. “Old man, how could I be killed so easily? Start the car!” Once Edward wiped the blood off his eyes, he realized the driver was gone. Bianca immediately took action. She climbed into the front seat and started the car. There was heavy traffic because of the accident. Curious onlookers were still parked and getting out of their cars, making the road even more congested. Since it was night, no one would notice a car leaving without a driver.

Suddenly I heard the screech of metal, tires skidding, and desperate screams from a man and a woman. I knew exactly who they were. It was the exact moment of their car crash. All the helplessness, every detail rushing back. Then a woman’s face appeared right in front of mine so close I couldn’t even make out her expression. I opened my mouth to scream, but the face vanished into a cloud of white dust that blew across me from nowhere. I was hyperventilating. I’ve always believed in ghosts and spirits, and right now every part of me was screaming that this was real.

I asked him while thinking about that scar. All the people on the accident site were in front of my eyes, and we checked all the surveillance footage of that time over and over, but I didn’t find any person with both green eyes and a long scar. “Did you check again?” Caellum asked me, and I nodded in agreement. “Yeah…. But I found nothing. I don’t know where she saw him.” I muttered and took a deep breath. “But yeah… there was a silhouette that appeared behind a wrecked car and then vanished into thin air. That man was practically like a ghost.” I told him what I noticed this time.

Without looking at the flow of traffic, without calculating the velocity of the world around him, he made his final, fatal move. The sound was something no one in the crowd would ever forget. It wasn't the screech of tires first; it was the heavy, sickening thud of metal meeting bone. A black sedan, traveling at a speed meant for the open road rather than the crowded district, had no time to brake. Carlos was a blur of charcoal grey in the headlights for a fraction of a second before the impact launched him into the air. He hit the windshield with a sound like a shattering world, his body spinning with a limp, terrifying momentum before slamming into the asphalt twenty feet away.

But my mother just shook her head, refusing to break her silence. Adeline's face went dark. She muttered something to one of her men. Seconds later, a speeding car came roaring out of nowhere and slammed straight into my mother. My mother's frail body flew through the air like a broken kite before crashing to the ground. Blood pooled beneath her as she lay there, eyes slowly closing. I watched it all unfold, frozen, my heart shattering into pieces. Regret and anguish tore through my chest, crashing against each other like waves. I curled up, trembling, tears spilling from my eyes.

There was a hanged ghost sticking out his tongue, and he asked the drowned ghost next to him, "How did you die? And someone even dared to drive here?" The drowned ghost chuckled twice, all bubbles: "That's a hearse, just wait and see, soon Ghost Escort will get him." "Just don't know who's in the car?" The butcher, who was chopping a man's leg with a knife, stopped.