A Mother's Love.
One afternoon, a young couple was traveling by car, when at a distant they saw a woman in the middle of the road, waving at them franticly.
The wife told her husband to keep driving because it might be dangers, but the husband decided to stave by slowly so he wouldn't stay with the doubt on his mind of what might happen and the chances of someone being hurt. as they got closer, they noticed that the woman had cuts and bruises on her face and arms. They decided to stop and see if they can be of any help.
The cut and bruised woman was begging for help, telling them that she had been in a car accident and her husband and son, a new born, were still in side the car which was in a deep ditch. She had told them that the husband was already dead, bet her baby seemed to still be alive.
The husband that was traveling decided to get down and try to rescue the baby and he asked the hurt woman to stay with his wife in their car. When he got down he noticed two people in the front of the car, but he played them no mind and got the baby out of the car to take him to his mother. When he got up, he didn't see the mother anywhere so he asked his wife where she had gone. She told him that the woman follow him back to the crashed car.
When the husband went back to look for her, he noticed that clearly the couple in the front seats were dead, one of whom was unmistakably the woman who had flagged them down.
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hey guys, I hope you all liked it, this is a story of nothing but short, scary stories to read at the camp fire. I got this story off of ifunny, at Creepypastaguy's profile (I don't know if he has a Wattpad.). he has some really scary stuff! tell me if you liked it! ~Whiteknight5
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