BLUE MOON (standard:horror, 959 words)
Author: Hulsey	Added: Jul 05 2003	Views/Reads: 4498/4509	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A short ghost story.

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“How can this be? Helen... Helen is dead,” I insisted. 

Three or four other customers rushed to Helen's aid and tried to revive
her. I held my head in my hands and felt the urge for fresh air. I sank 
down once more onto the outside bench and tried to make sense of what 
had just happened. 

All this time, I was blaming myself and she was alive, or was she? “Slow
down, Lee,” she had pleaded. “Will you listen to me, Lee and slow 
down?” 

I played the scene over in my mind for the millionth time. I was not
familiar with the narrow roads of Whitby and my erratic driving caused 
me to veer wide. Was it the alcohol in my blood that caused the head on 
collision, or was it fate? 

I watched at the roadside, as Helen was stretchered into the ambulance,
the blood oozing down her face. I knew then that I would never see 
Helen again... But I had... tonight... Either I was insane or Helen had 
a double. No, she had recognised me, of that, I am certain. 

The door to the inn opened and the obese Fred Hoskins appeared. He lit
up his pipe as usual before going on his way. 

“Fred, Fred, is Helen okay?” I asked. 

He ignored me and walked on. I ran after him and barred his way. “What's
wrong with you? I loved Helen you know.” 

I froze and gasped when the bulky frame of the farmer passed through me.
I sank to my knees and wept; not tears of sadness, but tears of joy. 


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