Wednesday 23 January 2013

Ghost car.

Just a short story with a scary theme. It won't keep you awake at night but it may entertain you for a while.
                                                                     

                                                                      Ghost car

   “Oh I’m so glad you stopped said the young and attractive woman getting into the car I was almost ready to go home”. The man nodded but didn’t say anything so the girl prattled on I don’t usually come out in such stinking weather, but the storm seemed to come up out of nowhere, look at me I’m soaked to the skin, the man glanced over at her and nodded again before lapsing back into quietness, the girl chattered on ignoring the man’s silence she did however notice how he was dressed in an odd way like in the pictures she had seen of her Nan and Granddad when they were on a driving holiday around Scotland in the nineteen twenties what had her Nan called them? Plus fours or something? She now remembered the car had been old fashioned as well. She put it down to him perhaps being a reenacter or something like that. The silence began to get on her nerves so she asked

“Can we put the radio on please” the man nodded and reached out to put on the radio and it came to life after a few seconds playing big band music, she recognized it from a movie she had once watched.

“So no CD player then?

“No no CD player” it was the first time that he had spoken, which was a relief because he had begun to freak her out

“I’m only out because my boy friends car broke down last night so he’s stranded in town, we’re going to the picture’s tonight and I live in the village back there so I’m going to his house to meet him, mind you if I’d known what the weather was going to be like I’d have stopped at home, mind that bend up ahead”, the man only increased his speed,

“Steady on” she exclaimed “There have been loads of accidents there”

“I know” he said increasing his speed still further,

“don’t worry he continued death is quite painless”, suddenly it all came back to her the things he had said to her, what are you doing she asked nervously still not actually frightened she glanced over at the man who was now hunched over the steering wheel, her glance took in his so out of date cloths, that and the vintage car that she was now travelling in at such an alarming speed, she gave an involuntary cry of alarm,

“relax” the man sounded menacing now don’t worry about a thing it won’t hurt a bit, I’ve been doing it nightly for fifty years now, he increased his speed still further.

The car fishtailed for the first time then it mounted the verge it never made it round the first corner of the s bend before it mounted the verge went twenty yards and ploughed headlong into a tree, as it mounted the verge the girl had put her hand on the door handle her forward velocity made the door open and she was thrown out and away from the car, the last thing she heard was a manic laugh before unconsciousness took her away, she awoke in the early dawn shivering with cold she tried to stand but she discovered that her leg was broken, there was no sign of the car or of the manic driver of the previous evening. The search party found her there at seven thirty later that morning, she was delirious and raving about a ghost that drove her of the road but they could find no evidence of any such accident!

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