Creepy Short Stories

Junk Car

Arthur has just turned 16. He got his driver's license in the mail. Now all Arthur wants is a car.
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His older brother, Vince, had a beat up old junk car that he bought for a few dollars from a dealer who was about to sell it for scrap metal.

The car was in bad condition, but at least it was road-worthy.

Vince took great car of the car. It was his prized possession, but no matter how much Arthur begged and pleaded, his older brother would never let him drive it.

A few months later, Vince joined the army and just before he went to boot camps, Arthur asked him if he could drive the car while he was away. His older brother thought it over and agreed to let the younger boy use his car, but under 3 conditions.

As he handed over the keys, Vince made Arthur promise to never drink and drive, never go over 60 miles per hour, and never ever smoke cigarettes in the car. The younger brother was eager to get to use the car so he quickly agreed to all 3 conditions.

He wondered why his brother was so obsessed in taking such good care of a junk car.

Six months later, Arthur's family received terrible news in the mail. There was a letter inside an envelope.

The letter informed them that their son, Vince, had been killed in action in Iraq. Arthur's parents were devastated by the news, but it hit Arthur the most. He went a little crazy after that.

Every morning, he took off from the house, in the junk car, full of rage and anger. He ditched school, bought alcohol, and drove...and drove...and drove.

He didn't care where he was headed. He just drive aimlessly around the countryside.

As he drove aimlessly around the countryside, he started drinking and smoking. He became wreck less, driving as fast as the car could go.

One night, as he was driving drunk down a lonely country road, he dropped his cigarette on his lap. He jumped trying to find the smoldering cigarette and took his eyes off the road.

Big mistake.

The car hit a slick spot in the road and spun around twice before the front tire caught and flipped the car over into a ditch.

When Arthur woke up, be couldn't remember where he was. He didn't know how long he was unconscious.

He felt something tap on his shoulder. Groggily, he looked around and saw his brother Vince staring at him and yelling over and over, "GET OUT OF MY CAR! GET OUT OF MY CAR!!"

Confused, Arthur reached into his shirt pocket and took out a cigarette along with his lighter. He out the cigarette in his mouth, but his older brother leaned over and blew out the flame.

Every time he tried to light a cigarette, his older brother would blow it out.

Eventually, Arthur gave up.

Then he heard sirens and voices shouting. Someone dragged him out of the car. They lifted him up, put him on a stretcher and loaded him into the back of an ambulance. A policeman came beside him and yanked the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Son, I wouldn't do that" said the police man. "When you crashed, the gas tank in your car split open. You're drenched head-to-toe in gasoline. If you lit that cigarette, you would have been burned alive."
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So the whole time, the older brother's ghost was trying to help him.
Aww.
Last story until I start anotha one. (You said it in his voice don't lie)