The Ghostly Motorcyclist

𝚂𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍?

Have you heard about the black motorcycle? No? Let me tell you. Apparently, well not really apparently because this mystery has been going on for four years. Anyways, back to focus, this black motorcycle rider has been a mystery to everyone in the city. Why? Because the identity has not been found of the mysterious rider. Whenever someone tries to interview the rider of the motorcycle ,the motorcyclist just disappears out of existence. For example, there was an active camera near a highway and the shadowy figure of the motorcyclist disappeared out of no where. In my opinion, it can just be a publicity stunt for whatever they could be promoting or a weird non human cryptic creature..Nah. But why is this important to me? Well I've been documenting this for my "Heail town News" Club at my school. My long time wish would be to be a news reporter or well to bring information to those who don't know. So, if I were to get a word with this Mr. Mysterious Ghost Rider that even REAL news reporters been able to talk to or catch then.. it would be a great thing for my future career. I could only imagine the fame I would gain.  BANG BANG BANG "DIANA WAKE UP!" I hear my mom's booming voice echo from down the stairs. "I'm coming.."I groan as I get out of my bed.
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Walking to school is such a pain, looking at this same dry grass environments makes it so boring, I mean I guess thats what makes this town deserted, not even animals want to be here, but I guess music makes it more vibrant, if you're listening to some country music that is. "Young lady, can you help me find my dog? It ran out and I can't seem to find it," A man with a rough appearance approaches me. I scan over him and feel a weird sense of familiarity or if I've seen him somewhere, he notices me looking at him and gives me a creepy smirk. I am scared. What if he's trying to kidnap me? How can I deny to him in a nice way without making him suspicious. I- I don't know, but if he has a weapon and I say no then he can kill me right here and now. I'd glance around this area to see if theres anyone to help me but then I come to a realization that I strayed from the actual path from the way to school and now am in a empty deserted rural area with nobody but the weird man and me alone. "Come on help me, I cant find my dog." He said as he grasped my arm with some strength to it. "D-Don't touch me!"I said as I hear a distant motor growling,I turned around to see a familiar black motorcycle. It quickly passes and I hear a sound of a thing slicing, I feel the man's grasp soften, I'd glance back at the man who was holding my arm. Looking at the scene in front of me I gasp and cover my mouth trembling, it was as if timed stoped in that moment. In front of me there was a man decapitated with his head on the floor. It was a clean cut. Blood was pooling around the man endlessly. I shake myself up from this horrible scene and run back home. "Hey! Why are you back home? You're supposed to be at school?" My mom speaks. "Can I please not go to school today, please?"I tell my mom in a quiet voice. "YOU always do this, Kate, please make this the last time you do this to me, I don't want other people thinking I'm a bad mother because I don't send you to school." My mom says in a irritated voice. "Okay mom, I'm sorry" I speak in a whispering tone. I can't speak to anybody about this, if anything I can be suspected for murder that I didn't commit. That image still runs my blood cold. It's like something from a dark web video, that was a person that just died in front of me. I- I don't know what to think. Since this is a small town I'm sure that news of a man found dead will be known and spread like wild fire.

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"You guys heard of a man found dead in Delver street?" I hear a boy mention at school. It seemed that the murder was truly going to be a popular case around the town, but hearing that makes me grasp my jacket tightly feeling the ghostly touches of the grasp of the dead man that once gripped my arm. It was so wrong but I wanted to speak about it. Tell everyone that I KNOW what happened and that I need to post something to our news site because I knew of something even if it was wrong of me to do. "Yeah, I've heard that it was a convicted kidnapper that was just let out of jail just months ago." Another boy replied. What? A convicted kidnapper? So my senses were not wrong? The familiarity that I sensed of the man, could've I maybe have read something about him before?So I was not wrong to feel hopeful of that grasp leaving my arm? And most importantly, Did the Ghostly Motorcyclist..

Save me?