Ghost In Car Crash Novels & Stories

Once he was no longer needed, Pete joined Melody in holding vigil at the window. They said nothing, but each was well aware of the difference in the behavior of a few of the spirits that wandered the charred earth. Not only were they looking more alert and becoming more animated, but they were starting to speak with each other. Pete was relieved to see that it was only a small portion of the spirits that were coming to life, but it was still enough to worry him. If bullets didn’t work on them, what were they supposed to use if those devils decided to attack? Harold’s vicious end would be embedded in his mind forever.

The car that crashed into Grey's vehicle spun uncontrollably before being hit by another car from the opposite direction. Subsequent chain collisions occurred, and smoke billowed everywhere. Several cars stopped, and their passengers got out in shock. Keyara's ears were ringing, and she felt like she had lost her hearing for a moment. The impact had pinned her leg to the mangled car door, and broken glass had cut her arm. Meanwhile, Grey, who was saved by the airbag that deployed from the steering wheel, lifted his face. His body ached, but not too severely. He had no significant injuries, but Keyara was different. Her leg was pinned.

I opened and closed my mouth wordlessly, my vision crossing over as his words sunk into my head, before a wash of bright yellow light blinded me and Ghost screamed something that took me a while to catch up. “Watch out!” His voice rumbled in my ears like thunder as I fishtailed the car blindly, hearing the screech of tires on asphalt before the truck roared past. I tried desperately to get back on the road with stiff fingers, my eyes widening when the deadening sound of the car crashing into the hard bark of a tree knocked me forward, making my vision blur immediately.

We sit in a corner booth by the bay windows facing the far side of East End and she looks at me, understanding. “It wasn’t your fault, you know that right?” I fold my hands in my lap and tell myself that she’s right. “Yeah, I know. I was so scared, Fay.” "How - do you know what happened?" "I guess a loader truck ran through a red light on I-22 and hit the driver’s side of Gavin's Lexus. Then a jeep hit him head on, the doctors said if it wasn't for the airbags… he could be…." I can't bring

The blare of the car horn was a shriek, a sound from a different world, and it shocked her back into her own body. She stumbled, her silk heel catching on the asphalt, and fell to her knees. The gravel of the roadside bit into her palms, a sharp, grounding pain. The town car, a massive black Escalade, was stopped just inches from her, the driver's face a mask of white, terrified shock. She was a ghost in his headlights, a sacrificial offering.

The bodyguard runs over the bush and the car ends up smacking. Right in the place where the accident has taken place, people gather around and went to check if whoever was still in that car was still breathing because they've heard the sound of the accident from where they are when it happened and people who seems to be a witness knew that whoever that's in that car won't survive the ghostly motor accident..

Ghost’s fingers flew across the keyboard, screens reflecting off his glasses in rapid flashes of blue and white. Every camera feed in the city was up. Every traffic cam. Every toll booth. Every intersection. And none of it was enough. “She’s in a black sedan,” Ghost muttered. “Tinted windows. No plates. They knew what they were doing.” I paced behind him, chest tight, hands shaking. I couldn’t sit. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

Here’s Chapter 20 – Echoes of Betrayal for Ghost on the Highway, taking the story to its most intense, emotional, and shocking point yet, with a cliffhanger that will leave readers desperate for the next instalment. --- CHAPTER TWENTY – ECHOES OF BETRAYAL The scrapyard was a war zone. Flames licked the steel carcasses of old cars, sending twisted shadows dancing across the asphalt. Smoke choked the night, curling around everything like a living thing. My chest burnt, every breath a struggle, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t look away. Saint hovered above the wreckage, eyes glowing red, untouchable, like some god of vengeance. And beside him… Elena. Alive. Smiling. The betrayal cut deeper than

But it’s empty. I walk closer. The passenger door hangs open, dripping river water. On the driver's side, the door is closed but the window glass is gone, like someone crashed it. The seatbelt is still looped through the frame but unbuckled. Everything points in one direction, they escaped. Ghost walks around the car, running his fingers along the shattered frame. He crouches near the broken window, inspecting the edges. “Someone escaped from this side.” he says after a moment. “The glass broke from the inside out. They didn’t drown, Zero. They got out before the car went under.”

I needed to find out the truth. I went out to buy a microcamera and placed it on the windowsill. The curtains covered part of it, but it could still record clearly enough. I didn't entirely trust Gianna's words, but I needed to know what had happened to me. Night finally came, but I wasn't sure if Sebastian would return tonight. He'd been so busy lately. Then, I heard the sound of a car being locked downstairs. I quickly slipped on my slippers and ran to the window. The night was dark, and Sebastian, wearing a coat, seemed to be in a hurry.