Ghost stories, Mihaela Bogdan [web based ebook reader txt] 📗

Andy, almost 30 years old, had moved to Silent Hill Village. Finally he had enough money, thanks to his dead uncle, to move far away from his parents.
  For as long as he remembers, his parents were very rude to him. When he was a child, he wasn’t allowed to play with the other kids in the neighborhood. After college, he got a job at the local post office, and after his favorite uncle died, he became rich. So he quit his job and used his uncle’s money to start a new life elsewhere.
  He bought a small house with an empty swimming pool in the back yard. The house looked old. There was a big living room and a kitchen on the ground floor. Upstairs was a bedroom, a bathroom, and a wooden door leading to the attic.
  At eight p.m. Andy was sitting in the living room watching T.V. Now that he had enough money to have a two years-long vacation, he had no worries.
  -Finally, I can do whatever I want! Maybe I’ll throw a huge party on my birthday. I can have a lot of beautiful girls, get drunk ...
  Then he looked at the mirror on his right side. A handsome man with brown hair and blue eyes smiled at him: HAPPY B-DAY, ANDY! Man, I must be tired if I’m talking to my reflection. Maybe I’ll get some sleep.
  Andy turned off the T.V. and went up to his bedroom. After he got in bed, his eyes closed heavily. But the minute he went asleep, someone grabbed his arms and threw Andy beside the bed.
  -What the hell?! He asked scared and pissed at the same time. Oh, man! I must have felt out of the bed. Come Andy, get your lazy butt in bed.
  Five minutes later, Andy falls off again. This time he started laughing, thinking that the bed doesn’t like him. The third fall was however the last straw.
  -OK, who’s the jerk that came into my house and treats me like a toy?
  Andy took a flashlight and went out of his room. He saw that the attic door was wide opened and thought the “intruder” might be hiding in there.
  -Where are you, you coward? He shouted as soon as he was in the attic full of old dusty boxes.
  No one answered him, the door shut with a noise and a box was thrown at Andy’s head. After he got up from the floor, he felt something warm streaming from his forehead. It was blood. Now Andy got really angry.
  -You wanna fight, huh? Come out so I can see your face!
  No answer. A large box, behind Andy began to glow. When he approached it, a strange human figure appeared, looking like a thick fog. Was it a ghost? No. Ghosts can’t pick up material things or living beings.
  -Who ... Who are you? What are you? Andy asked terrified.
  He could feel his feet getting cold. He wanted to run, but the strange looking creature made his body freeze.
  Three days later, Andy’s parents came to his house to ask him for some money. It was his 30th birthday so they hopped to bury the hatchet of war. When they opened the front door, a blood line was leading upstairs, to the attic. When they reached the end of it, Andy was laying there with his eyes wide open and blood all over his chest. His body was leaning against a dirty wall which had a “HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDY!” written on it with his blood.

  It was a beautiful warm summer night. A young lady was walking home from work. Although she wasn’t married nor had any children, her pet dog Kiki, always welcomed her home after a busy day at the office. She had to cross one more road to get to her house.
  The light turned green and she began to cross. When she was almost to the other side, a black car appeared suddenly and hit her. The car had high speed, it was impossible to stop in time, to avoid hitting the innocent young lady.
  But the terrible thing was that after it hit her, the driver continued to drive like nothing happened, leaving his victim in a puddle of blood in the middle of the road.
  The victim’s body was soon surrounded by a thick fog. When the fog disappeared, near the dead body stood a transparent figure. The strange figure had the same appearance as the dead body and it looked somehow hurt and her eyes were glowing with anger.
  The female figure began to fly as light as a fog in the dark blue sky full of stars. It stopped only when the black car was spotted. She flew right through the car’s roof and landed on the seat next the driver. She saw that he had a red nose and smelled like alcohol.
  Her guessing was that the driver that had hit her was too drunk to realize what he had done. She was about to leave and forgive him, blaming all this on the alcohol, but when the car stopped she decided to stay a little longer.
  The driver got out and went into a forest, where four more men were drinking and laughing around a fire. The female ghost approached them to hear their conversation.
  -I didn’t had any luck today. I hit only a blond bitch who was crossing the road. The driver said unhappy.
  -You’re a wimp. I hit a tall guy and his chick when they were kissing in a bus station. A short guy with a red cap said looking very proud.
  -Only two? I hit with my BMW some brats this morning. I did them a favor, if they’re dead now, they can’t go to school anymore. Another one with bald head said, drinking beer from a can and throwing it at the female ghost that was floating, without being seen.
  She was speechless hearing the men praising, as if hitting innocent people with their cars was a fun thing to do. After a while, she heard some noises coming from behind some trees. She went to see who it was and to her surprise she saw those men’s victims. They were all transparent as the young dead woman.
  The ghosts told one another their stories and then they began to think of a way to teach those jerks a lesson. They weren’t aloud to get away unpunished, especially after they killed many people with their cars, just because they thought it was funny.
  When the fog appeared again, the drunk drivers were about to leave when they saw that their cars had the doors locked and the lights on. The cars engines began to make loud noises and drove away by themselves.
  The drivers tried to run away, but the cars were faster than them. They had no idea that the cars were manipulated by their victims, so they kept running and stopped only when they saw a police car. After they told the policemen that their cars are trying to hit them, they noticed that the cars were already in a near by parking space.
  The policemen thought that being drunk, the five guys had hallucinations, so they arrested them immediately.
  In the spot, where the police car was once parked, all the dead victim’s ghosts appeared and they all looked happy.
  Now their souls could rest in peace, because their murderers were arrested and their deaths have been retaliated.
  All you drivers, be careful on the road, do not drive if you’re drunk, because you might hit somebody and believe me ... you don’t want to be haunted by your victims!

Ember McLain, a sixteen year old high school girl is about to departure from this world, leaving behind a sad story about her first love. She isn’t popular, she isn’t a nerd either, just an ordinary teenage girl who daydreams that one day she will be a rock star.
  Her parents bought her a guitar when she was six years old and now she was in the high school music club.
On a September Friday, when yellow and red dead leaves began to fall, a boy asked Ember on a date. They talked to meet in front of the cinema at seven p.m. sharp.
  Ember was very happy. It was her first date and she dressed beautifully for this occasion. She arrived five minutes early at the cinema.
  The hours began to fly as quicker as the dead autumn leaves. Now it was almost midnight and Ember’s date didn’t show up. At first, she thought that he was late, but now, it was clear that he broke the promise and broke her heart as well.
  Poor Ember! Her first date was a fail and her first love story that began so wonderful, ended with a painful heart break.
  She returned home, tired and sad. Her cell phone blinked twice because the battery was almost empty.
  Ember went to bed after she put her cell phone to charge near her bed. While she was in a deep sleep, something went wrong with her phone’s charging and it produced some sparks, that landed on Ember’s bed. Soon Ember got caught in the flames and died quickly. She didn’t feel the flames burning her flesh because she was too tired.
  The next morning, Ember’s house was nothing more than a pile of ash. The firemen found what was left of Ember’s body and it was buried in the town’s cemetery. On her grave stone it was written: “R.I.P. Ember McLain, who died at the age of sixteen and didn’t get to realize her dreams of becoming a rock star!”.
  Night came quickly and in front of Ember’s stone a strange female was standing. She was a hard rocking siren-like ghost girl, with long flaming blue hair put into a ponytail at the top of her head held