“It’s a ghost town, Carol. You know, nothng living, just ghosts hanging about.” Jack snorted just a bit as they approached the vacant, unused buildings that used to make up Tindertown.
“I know that, but I don’t want to stop there!” She didn’t shreik but he thought she might.
He accelerated just a bit coming round the corner to the town. A figure stepped out in front of the vehicle and Jack managed to swing the car to the left, but not enough to miss the person.
“Jack!”
He hit the brake, looking in the mirror at … nothing.
“I must have been seeing things,” he said trying not to let his shivers show.
“No,” said Carol, “you weren’t.”
Jack followed her eyes, using the mirror to see the pasty-white translucent figure sitting in the back seat…smiling.
Neither Jack nor Carol saw the oncoming semi until it was too late.
Word Count – 150 Words
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Good stuff, Scott. Tension. You have a typo in the first paragraph, though. As they say, rewriting is a skill all its own! Thanks for contributing.
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I will check that out. Thanks!
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You are truly honing your craft. Great work.
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Thanks, Mollie – I always considered your praises special ones.
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Dear Scott,
A pity they were so fixated on ghosts they didn’t see reality getting ready to crash into them. A good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Great story. I liked the way you leapt from silly teasing to horror.
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Thanks. I like that comment a lot.
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