TRIGGER WARNING: Blood/Gore and Violence. Also, this is a ghost story, just so you know.
July 18th, 1999, 12:00 AM
"A.J., I'm going out! I'll be back soon."
"Hurry home," said A.J. "Tonight is movie night!"
She rushed outside. Grabbing her bike, she started down the twisted driveway. Marie always thought a night's bike ride was a good solution to her problems. Her friends all told her she was crazy, and she just might have been. But didn't normal people all feel the ways that she did? Didn't they all speak the way she did? Did they see the same things she saw? At this point, nobody was sure if she was sane. Not even herself.
Being caught up in her own thoughts, Marie didn't even realize that she had been followed. A strange shadow she saw in the corner of her vision, just out of her sight. She looked back, and then left, then right. Searching eagerly for the figure from the shadows. She didn't even see the bright headlights in front of her. She didn't hear the squealing tires of the man heading straight for her.
The police never knew why she hadn't swerved off the road. That morning, they got a call from her boyfriend, reporting a missing persons case. They found her broken body next to her mangled bike. The truck was lying 10 yards away. It was flipped upside down, windshield and windows broken, engine flaming. A memorial was built that same day. But just for Marie. The driver of the truck was never found.
July 17th, 2006, 11:59 PM
The windows were rolled down. The cold air flowed throughout the car. Jason was on his way home from night school. The usual route that he took was closed, so he was taking the one next to it, Route 87. He had just turned onto the route when he had seen something. On the side of the road, a young woman stood with nothing around her but trees.
He pulled the car over and asked her if she needed a lift. She silently nodded, opened the door to the front passenger seat, and climbed into the car. They started driving.
"So where are you going?"
"I'll tell you when we get there." She quietly mumbled. It almost sounded like she hadn't really spoken, that he had just thought of her reply.
Jason didn't really know what to think of her. She seemed nice. She didn't look like she could be a bad person. "Oh my god," he thought to himself, "I didn't even look at her!" He turned and looked at the figure sitting next to him.
She had brown hair that was cut in a rebel-shaved style, dyed red on the longer side, and a pale face. She wore a comfy looking blue sweater, bell bottom jeans, and some blue sneakers. He thought he saw traces of blood on the jeans, a few rust-colored stains on the arms and neck of her sweater, but at a second glance, he saw nothing of the sort. "That's odd..." he thought, but he thought nothing of it, and summed it up to him being tired.
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(I am sorry for the bad art, this is a horrible drawing but this is roughly what she looks like.)
Then he looked at her face. Her face... something seemed off about her face. Suddenly, he had the feeling that something was very wrong. He looked closer, and then saw that she didn't have a mouth. One eye was hidden behind her blood red hair, and the other that was visible was now completely blacked out and glowing a yellow tint. She was staring right at him now. Then she disappeared into thin air. He looked back to the road, and there in front of him was the girl, riding a bike straight for him. He tried to swerve off of her path. But it was too late.
July 18th, 2006, 9:00 AM
The four of them met up at A.J.'s house. It had been 7 years since Marie died. Her best friends all gathered together on the anniversary of her death to celebrate her life and mourn her early death. They sat there, on the porch for a while. They talked about her, told stories, had some laughs and cried a little. When the time came, they started walking.
Down the driveway, on the side of the cracked old road. They all knew where they were going. When they got to the end of the street, they turned onto Route 87. Marie's memorial wasn't too far from here. They just hoped that she hadn't done it again.
Then they saw it. Her old mangled bike. It sat there, all rusted up and frozen in place by time. It seemed as if nothing moved. There was the memorial, next to her bike, where her body was found 7 years ago. But the car. It was another car. They knew that she would do it again. Every year, she killed one driver who was unlucky and unfortunate enough to have been going through that part of the road last night.
"This one was probably nice. They all were." said A.J. "She needs to stop this madness... You guys are going to help me figure out how to stop her, right?"
Nobody answered him. Nobody even cared. Because all of them had left. They had seen her floating there above the car wreck. Everybody had seen her. Everybody except A.J.
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- Author's Note -
This is a story from a while ago, I made a few changes to it and added that picture (once again, I apologize for the bad art skills it portrays that I have-). I hope you guys liked it, I'll post again soon. Word count not including the note: 953 words.
