Ghost In Car Crash Novels & Stories

Stefan and I both were frustrated and dishearten , we were still not able to understand what was happening, I was 100% sure that this is exactly ‘The GHOST’ that Colby had asked me to find. I was lost in my own thought when Stefan spoke “Now what? I don’t see anything that is evidence which we can use” “I...I... don’t understand... I literally saw Ghost name on car ro.....”my words remained in my mouth when something clicked me... ‘This is it..’ I thought and abruptly picked up knife lying on floor and got inside skeleton of Lada that was now remaining... “Hey, Vic, what are you doing?” Stefan questioned me

She escaped! Taking a left turn without even trying to slow down or move to the pedestrian lane, she almost collided with an oncoming car. The driver was on a normal driving speed - if not slower - and was able to hit the brakes right on time. This is all beginning to look very strange. Is this luck? Or is she now an immortal? "Hey! Are you okay?" The driver, who had been startled as well had jumped out of the car the moment he stopped. Did he just almost kill somebody?

“Hurry, there’s not much time left. Once she dies, it will be too late.” Cali flashed around to the driver’s side of the car. The window was gone, shattered by the impact. The driver, a grey-haired older woman who was probably in her sixties, at least, lay slumped over the steering wheel, whimpering in pain. The car apparently did not have an air bag. If it did, the bag had failed to deploy. Cali did not see any blood, but from the way the woman’s body was crushed and twisted, she was clearly badly hurt. The sourness in the smell of her blood that Stefan said marked her approaching death was much stronger now.

“Aaron, Elm, come to road… …. … There’s an accident, use the gps on the l*xus to pinpoint us, and bring the war team with you.” Before they can react, I lose the connection and walk to the car that crashed into Cattleya’s l*xus. I grab the handle and yanked the door open. My emotional self makes the adrenaline come into me. I saw three people inside the car. I smell their scent. The two people in front are human and the one in the middle seat is a mystic blood. I can feel the werewolf still breathing but the driver was death, the woman on the passenger seat still breathing. Weak though, I feel her pulse is weakened. She is not going to last long.

Everything about that bus screamed 'money'. 'What a sumptuous bus this is. I wonder how its interior is?' He couldn't help but admire the fine grand bus which was colored in red. After all, this was his old habit. To appreciate the beauty no matter if it belonged to a person or even a thing. Suddenly, the glass of one of the windows of the other bus slid open, and someone emerged out of it. "Aye! Yooo!! If it isn't the poor and miserable Ghost Busters team!? Eh!?" A guy with black hair tied in a ponytail with a patchy beard came into everyone's view as they heard his mocking voice.

"Just now, a woman covered in blood drove off in a black-and-white Rolls-Royce. There's no one left inside, I swear..." At that moment, Carter's phone rang. "Mr. Gresham, there has been a car accident on a bridge near Eastwood Cemetery. After checking the license plate, we confirmed the vehicle is registered under your wife, Regina Chavez. Could you come to the scene?" Carter could hardly remember how he made it there. A constant ringing filled his ears, drowning out everything else. His hands shook with every passing moment. He never expected I'd leave him like this. "Mr. Gresham, there was no body found in the car. But... given the height of the fall, it's likely Ms. Chavez was thrown out

When two motorists were found dead in their unmarked cars a short distance apart on a German road, police was mistified. After a lengthy forensic examination, the story was eventually revealed. The two motorists were driving in heavy fog. Each was guiding his car carefully at a snail's pace near the middle of the road. At the moment of impact their heads were both out of the driver's side windows when they cracked together, leaving the unmarked cars to roll gently to a halt 200 yards apart.

“Skid marks consistent with loss of control. No other vehicles. No witnesses.” “Maybe it was an accident,” Elara offered, a fragile hope. Ghost, a woman with severe black hair and no-nonsense eyes, spoke without looking up from her terminal. “Vehicle’s black box data shows a sudden, extreme swerve followed by immediate brake failure. Not consistent with hydroplaning. Consistent with impact or system override.” “Impact with what?” Elara asked. “Something that didn’t leave paint.” Ghost pulled up a satellite map, zooming in on the winding, wooded road where Liam crashed. “Or someone who knew how to make a car misbehave.”

This was so unexpected and everyone in the vehicle is unconscious, the heavily armored vehicle carrying the three at the back and Tyler, Ghost and Jennifer in the front could barely be recognized since the collision was so catastrophic, it was turned upside down tyres still rotating, smoke coming out of it. Some footsteps approached the vehicle.

"Ahhh! A ghost! There's a ghost in my car!" She yanked the wheel. The car veered like a wounded animal, smashed into a concrete barrier before tumbling down the embankment onto the jagged rocks below. The front end was crushed beyond recognition. The driver's side was sealed shut. The car that purchased with her brother's life became Natalia's final carriage.