Don't be afraid. It's only a Ghost Story.
Hi Live journal! How have you been?
It's been a little while since ive updated. I need to remember to do it more so i can start rebuilding the Live journal tower i had in the past. But the good news is that i have been hired for a better, higher paying job and i start on febuary 6th.
Yesterday seemed to be a little strange for a monday. The first weekday of my two week break, and the entire day seemed to have a certiant bitterness in the air. I was driving home from Milford at around 3am last night/morning. There is a long windy side rhode i usually take to get back to Cumberland. I would say that it is about 3 miles in its entirety and only one intersection with now redlight. Sometimes you have to be careful because other cars wont see the redlights at night due to it's unusual darkness, and the will blow through them as if it were a fad. Of couse i didn't have to worry much about that because of the hour, but what i did find myself dealing with was fog so thick, that it looked like you could climb up it as if it were a rock wall. I was driving very slow and carefully to try not to hit anything, but as i was deep into rhode surrounded by trees and fog, to my horror i hear a small raspy voice comeing from the back seat almost screaming in a whisper "help me, your dead". As i slammed on my breaks and stopped suddenly, i turned around quickly din a defensive karate position with the uper part of my body. I find that there is nothing there. I pulled out my cellphone to see if maybe youtube our something poped up as it occasionally does, to find that it was completely off, and i knew i already turned the radio off as to not distract my driving. I slowly and cautiously started moving again. I started driving again as to not hit anybody that might be laying in the rhode. As i moved forward, i turned son my highbeams that i had previously turned off and that is when i saw it. A face in the fog that i will never forget. It almost looked like a demon. Maybe it was a demon. But it's eyes were paved with white so bright it overcame the rest of the fog, and it had a grin from one ear to the other that i would make anyones bones chill. It had hair hanging off of it's neck, almost as if it were a mane. As i watched it whisper in a raspy voice i ducked under my arm to notice it slowly vanish into the fog. I never made out what it said, and i also didn't want to. I continued on my way scared shitless, and went to bed with the vivid image haunting my dreams. So i never really got much sleep.
Anyway, i am on a two weeks paid vacation right now. I am so poor that ive been think about surfing the couch cusions for quaters like an 8 year old who needs quaters for the arcade.
Peace out.
It's been a little while since ive updated. I need to remember to do it more so i can start rebuilding the Live journal tower i had in the past. But the good news is that i have been hired for a better, higher paying job and i start on febuary 6th.
Yesterday seemed to be a little strange for a monday. The first weekday of my two week break, and the entire day seemed to have a certiant bitterness in the air. I was driving home from Milford at around 3am last night/morning. There is a long windy side rhode i usually take to get back to Cumberland. I would say that it is about 3 miles in its entirety and only one intersection with now redlight. Sometimes you have to be careful because other cars wont see the redlights at night due to it's unusual darkness, and the will blow through them as if it were a fad. Of couse i didn't have to worry much about that because of the hour, but what i did find myself dealing with was fog so thick, that it looked like you could climb up it as if it were a rock wall. I was driving very slow and carefully to try not to hit anything, but as i was deep into rhode surrounded by trees and fog, to my horror i hear a small raspy voice comeing from the back seat almost screaming in a whisper "help me, your dead". As i slammed on my breaks and stopped suddenly, i turned around quickly din a defensive karate position with the uper part of my body. I find that there is nothing there. I pulled out my cellphone to see if maybe youtube our something poped up as it occasionally does, to find that it was completely off, and i knew i already turned the radio off as to not distract my driving. I slowly and cautiously started moving again. I started driving again as to not hit anybody that might be laying in the rhode. As i moved forward, i turned son my highbeams that i had previously turned off and that is when i saw it. A face in the fog that i will never forget. It almost looked like a demon. Maybe it was a demon. But it's eyes were paved with white so bright it overcame the rest of the fog, and it had a grin from one ear to the other that i would make anyones bones chill. It had hair hanging off of it's neck, almost as if it were a mane. As i watched it whisper in a raspy voice i ducked under my arm to notice it slowly vanish into the fog. I never made out what it said, and i also didn't want to. I continued on my way scared shitless, and went to bed with the vivid image haunting my dreams. So i never really got much sleep.
Anyway, i am on a two weeks paid vacation right now. I am so poor that ive been think about surfing the couch cusions for quaters like an 8 year old who needs quaters for the arcade.
Peace out.