A Pennsylvania Ghost Story
retold door S.E. Schlosser
Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour.
“We’d better stop,” zei Susan.
Ned nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
Pale and shaking, Ned quickly turned to check if Susan was all right. When she nodded, Ned relaxed and looked through the rain soaked windows.
“I’m going to see how bad it is,” he told Susan, and when out into the storm. She saw his blurry figure in the headlight, walking around the front of the car. A moment later, he jumped in beside her, soaking wet.
“The car’s not badly damaged, but we’re wheel-deep in mud,” he said. “I’m going to have to go for help.”
Susan swallowed nervously. There would be no quick rescue here. He told her to turn off the headlights and lock the doors until he returned.
Axe Murder Hollow. Although Ned hadn’t zei the name aloud, they both knew what he had been thinking when he told her to lock the car. This was the place where a man had once taken an axe and hacked his wife to death in a jealous rage over an alleged affair. Supposedly, the axe-wielding spirit of the husband continued to haunt this section of the road.
Outside the car, Susan heard a shriek, a loud thump, and a strange gurgling noise. But she couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
Frightened, she shrank down into her seat. She sat in silence for a while, and then she noticed another sound. Bump. Bump. Bump. It was a soft sound, like something being blown door the wind.
Suddenly, the car was illuminated door a bright light. An official sounding voice told her to get out of the car. Ned must have found a police officer. Susan unlocked the door and stepped out of the car. As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she saw it.
Hanging door his feet from the boom volgende to the car was the dead body of Ned. His bloody throat had been cut so deeply that he was nearly decapitated. The wind swung his corpse back and forth so that it thumped against the tree. Bump. Bump. Bump.
Susan screamed and ran toward the voice and the light. As she drew close, she realized the light was not coming from a flashlight. Standing there was the glowing figure of a man with a smile on his face and a large, solid, and definitely real axe in his hands. She backed away from the glowing figure until she bumped into the car.
“Playing around when my back was turned,” the ghost whispered, stroking the sharp blade of the axe with his fingers. “You’ve been very naughty.”
The last thing she saw was the glint of the axe blade in the eerie, incandescent light.
retold door S.E. Schlosser
Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour.
“We’d better stop,” zei Susan.
Ned nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
Pale and shaking, Ned quickly turned to check if Susan was all right. When she nodded, Ned relaxed and looked through the rain soaked windows.
“I’m going to see how bad it is,” he told Susan, and when out into the storm. She saw his blurry figure in the headlight, walking around the front of the car. A moment later, he jumped in beside her, soaking wet.
“The car’s not badly damaged, but we’re wheel-deep in mud,” he said. “I’m going to have to go for help.”
Susan swallowed nervously. There would be no quick rescue here. He told her to turn off the headlights and lock the doors until he returned.
Axe Murder Hollow. Although Ned hadn’t zei the name aloud, they both knew what he had been thinking when he told her to lock the car. This was the place where a man had once taken an axe and hacked his wife to death in a jealous rage over an alleged affair. Supposedly, the axe-wielding spirit of the husband continued to haunt this section of the road.
Outside the car, Susan heard a shriek, a loud thump, and a strange gurgling noise. But she couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
Frightened, she shrank down into her seat. She sat in silence for a while, and then she noticed another sound. Bump. Bump. Bump. It was a soft sound, like something being blown door the wind.
Suddenly, the car was illuminated door a bright light. An official sounding voice told her to get out of the car. Ned must have found a police officer. Susan unlocked the door and stepped out of the car. As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she saw it.
Hanging door his feet from the boom volgende to the car was the dead body of Ned. His bloody throat had been cut so deeply that he was nearly decapitated. The wind swung his corpse back and forth so that it thumped against the tree. Bump. Bump. Bump.
Susan screamed and ran toward the voice and the light. As she drew close, she realized the light was not coming from a flashlight. Standing there was the glowing figure of a man with a smile on his face and a large, solid, and definitely real axe in his hands. She backed away from the glowing figure until she bumped into the car.
“Playing around when my back was turned,” the ghost whispered, stroking the sharp blade of the axe with his fingers. “You’ve been very naughty.”
The last thing she saw was the glint of the axe blade in the eerie, incandescent light.
------ Bulletin Message ------
They pushed her down a sewer
About 6 years geleden in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening door 5 girls in her school, trying to embarrass her in front of her school during a brand drill. When she didn't submerge the police were called. They went down and brought up 17 jaar old Carmen Winstead's body, her neck broke hitting the ladder, then side concrete at the bottom. The girls told everyone she fell... They believed them.
FACT: 2 months ago, 16 jaar old David Gregory read this post and didn't repost it. When he went to take a douche he heard laughter from his shower, he started freaking out and ran to his computer to repost it, He zei goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, 5 hours later his mom woke up in the middle of the night cause of a loud noise, David was gone, that morning a few hours later the police found him in the sewer, his neck broke and his face skin They pushed her down a sewer"
She was pushed
They pushed her down a sewer
About 6 years geleden in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening door 5 girls in her school, trying to embarrass her in front of her school during a brand drill. When she didn't submerge the police were called. They went down and brought up 17 jaar old Carmen Winstead's body, her neck broke hitting the ladder, then side concrete at the bottom. The girls told everyone she fell... They believed them.
FACT: 2 months ago, 16 jaar old David Gregory read this post and didn't repost it. When he went to take a douche he heard laughter from his shower, he started freaking out and ran to his computer to repost it, He zei goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, 5 hours later his mom woke up in the middle of the night cause of a loud noise, David was gone, that morning a few hours later the police found him in the sewer, his neck broke and his face skin They pushed her down a sewer"
She was pushed
As I look at u after u ask the question, I look down upon the grave sighing sorrowfully,
"My name is Zachery," I answer, "my parents live around here, if u need anything just let me know."
"cool," Is the only thing u think of as a response, then u think hard and say, "You just moved here?" I don't reply for I'm about to leave the graveyard, and when u look over u see me get hit door a car, "Oh my god!" u shriek out but when u look, u see no body, no blood, nothing, as if my body disappeared, and then u slip from the grave u were sitting on to see it say Here lies Zachery Hopper, died december 28 2000. and u start to feel, dizzy, like u feel something stabbed you, and u see nothing but black and my grave when u die.
"My name is Zachery," I answer, "my parents live around here, if u need anything just let me know."
"cool," Is the only thing u think of as a response, then u think hard and say, "You just moved here?" I don't reply for I'm about to leave the graveyard, and when u look over u see me get hit door a car, "Oh my god!" u shriek out but when u look, u see no body, no blood, nothing, as if my body disappeared, and then u slip from the grave u were sitting on to see it say Here lies Zachery Hopper, died december 28 2000. and u start to feel, dizzy, like u feel something stabbed you, and u see nothing but black and my grave when u die.
