Ghost Rider, Brian Wilkie [best ereader for textbooks txt] 📗

GHOST RIDER.

Nick finished his job early, his boss had told him he can go home as soon as he’d done it, he liked working nightshift, on dayshift you never got any early finishes, whether you finished your job or not, you had to stay there until four thirty.
Nick looked at the clock on the wall as he put his tools in his work locker, there were no other workers in here tonight, no one else would work on a Saturday night, even during the week, workers would only come into this part of the factory in fours or fives, but never less than that, because it was supposed to be haunted.
“Two-o-clock.” He thought, he still had time to get home, have something to eat then to bed and still have a nice sleep before the pubs open on Sunday. He switched the one light off as he left the work locker room, then went up to the clean clothes locker room and had his wash, changed into his leathers, took his crash helmet out of his clean clothes locker, locked it and flicked all the light switches off as he went down the stairs to where his motor bike was. That was another thing about working nightshift, the security guards let you bring your bikes and cars into the place in case it got pinched from outside, as the security guards all liked to have a sleep and they wouldn’t be able to if they had to watch the bikes and cars in the outside car park, as he turned onto the road, he had to stop to let a big petrol tanker pass, it was a fast road and there was a petrol tank works just further down the road, when the tankers came past they came passed really fast and you have to be extra careful as where he joins the road also happens to be on a bend.
The Tanker went passed him and he followed it to the entrance, when the tanker drove into the works he drove on about thirty yards, then did a left turn down the church bank. This place always gave him the creeps, it was always dark and eerie, Charlie’s park was on his left and a open space on his right, there was an old church at the bottom, the park had a small wall around it, it wasn’t the eeriness of the place, no, that never bothered him, it was the story of the girl who was supposed to sit on the wall. She is suppose to sit there waiting for someone to give her a lift home, someone stops for her and gives her a ride home, then she says she has no money and could he call around later and her Mother will give him the money, when the man goes around, he finds out that the girl has been dead for a few years and the thing he gave a lift to was her ghost. No matter what was on his mind when he drove past here, the girl on the wall always sprang into it and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and tingled, as soon as he got to the timber yards just past the park he felt the hairs go back down on his neck and the tingling stopped. It was just as he came up to the duel carrageway that he saw the blond hair of a woman.
“She must have been at the nightclub, lucky thing.” He thought.
Just as he was coming up to her she seemed to trip over and fall to the ground. He had went passed her as she went to the ground. Nick stopped his bike, checked nothing was coming behind him then turned around and drove back towards her, he pulled up right at her side.
“Are you o.k.” he asked her. her hair had fell over her face so he couldn’t see what she looked like. Nick couldn’t explain the feeling of fright he got as she lifted her head to answer him, his mind went to the girl on the wall, he could feel the sweat running down his back and on his brow, his mind pictured her face all old and rotted with black holes for eyes. He wanted to drive off, he wanted to scream like a girl, he wanted to be in bed, he swore that if ever he gets another phone call to come into work he will refuse, he wanted to do anything but look at her face.
When she did move her hair, he saw that she was beautiful, and she had a lovely smile.
He got off his bike and helped her to get up off the ground.
“Thank you.” She said, to Nick it was the sound of Angels in Heaven.
He was so relieved that she wasn’t the girl on the wall, he even laughed to himself.
“Look, I don’t have another crash helmet, but I will give you mine and I’ll give you a lift home if you want to.” He asked her.
“Yes thank you.” She replied with the smile still on her face.
Nick dropped her off at the bottom of her street because she said she didn’t want to wake her parents up with the sound of the bike, she said that she would pay him for the ride but she didn’t have any money on her. Nick said it was ok, he didn’t want paid for it, so she wrote her address down on a piece of paper and gave him it.
“Call around at dinner time and I’ll buy you a drink at the pub then.” She said.
Nick drove off back home and made himself a sandwich then got into bed, he didn’t have to worry about waking his parents up as they were away for the weekend at their caravan.
He woke up at eleven thirty, had a quick wash and got dressed, he saw the address on the table and a shiver went up and down his back when he thought of what happened and how easy it was for the imagination to take over from the reality, then he laughed at how stupid it would have been if he had of screamed like a girl and drove off leaving her there. Nick had put his best clothes on and locked the door as he went out of the house, he’d noticed a Newsagents at the bottom of the girls street so he decided to get a newspaper there instead of at his usual shop, she didn’t live that far from him so he decided to walk there instead of getting a bus, as he got near the bottom of her street he saw the Newsagents was open. he walked over to it and looked at the board outside tell you what was on the headlines of the local paper.
He froze when he read it, he started to shiver and sweat, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck moving, the tingling was starting again, he wanted to cry with fear.
“OH GOD.” He shouted out loud.

‘BIKER KILLED BY PETROL TANKER AS HE LEAVES WORK’


THE END.

Publication Date: 04-13-2011

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