On Wednesday night peter was coming from work ... he is on a motorcycle and passes on a wide road near St-Jerome ... while turning, he sees a young woman doing the auto-stop ... he stops and asks if he can take her home ... but it will certainly be cold on the bike. The guy is a gentlemen so he propose his jacket to her. It's the end of summer and the night is starting to get cold. She says yes. he gives his jacket and helmet and went with the young woman behind him entrenched. The woman lives at the beginning of St-Jerome near the road ... they rode about 10 minutes.
Once she got home, a little house beside the road ... she hand over the helmet, thank him and runs away. But she forgets to return his jacket… when he realize that she had already gone home. It's late 3 am ...so he decides to go home and come back tomorrow to get his jacket from the lady.
The next morning ... he returned to the woman’s house .. He rings the doorbell and a man of about 50 years old answered the door. Peter presented himself and tells the old man the story and everything ... And the man seems very intrigued ... he takes a step back, he is almost frantic ... He told the guy that what he was saying was impossible , because
This lady who he claim to give a ride last night was his daughter Cassandra Smith who was 18 when this accident happened… today made her daughter three years since she died ... she died in a terrible motorcycle accident on the highway south of St. Jerome. The guy does not believe his eyes and leaves gaping silently ...
He pick up the girl at the scene of the accident that killed her three years ago ... To have the heart net ... he goes to the village cemetery ... looking at the name on the stones to see the cravings on them.
... He hopes to recover more easily the tombstone of the daughter of this family. if what the father said was true .
Arriving at the cemetery, he looks ... around him ... He does not believe his eyes, he sees a jacket on a tombstone ... it was his jacket ... and it is on the tombstone of the girl that he give a ride to. On the gravestone was “ Cassandra Smith - 1986-2004 .“
Afraid as he was he could not feel his legs so that he could start running away … when finally he was having the courage to move it was to late, his foot was sinking on the ground next to the grave. After all the effort he made, he realize that he couldn’t make it work…he was sinking all the way to the bottom. Just as the earth was reaching to his shoulders he saw a girl in the distance approaching him. As the girl comes closer he realize that it was Cassandra. Although he knew she was a ghost he still cried out for help. But she just stood there.
............................... TO BE CONTINUED ....................
Once she got home, a little house beside the road ... she hand over the helmet, thank him and runs away. But she forgets to return his jacket… when he realize that she had already gone home. It's late 3 am ...so he decides to go home and come back tomorrow to get his jacket from the lady.
The next morning ... he returned to the woman’s house .. He rings the doorbell and a man of about 50 years old answered the door. Peter presented himself and tells the old man the story and everything ... And the man seems very intrigued ... he takes a step back, he is almost frantic ... He told the guy that what he was saying was impossible , because
This lady who he claim to give a ride last night was his daughter Cassandra Smith who was 18 when this accident happened… today made her daughter three years since she died ... she died in a terrible motorcycle accident on the highway south of St. Jerome. The guy does not believe his eyes and leaves gaping silently ...
He pick up the girl at the scene of the accident that killed her three years ago ... To have the heart net ... he goes to the village cemetery ... looking at the name on the stones to see the cravings on them.
... He hopes to recover more easily the tombstone of the daughter of this family. if what the father said was true .
Arriving at the cemetery, he looks ... around him ... He does not believe his eyes, he sees a jacket on a tombstone ... it was his jacket ... and it is on the tombstone of the girl that he give a ride to. On the gravestone was “ Cassandra Smith - 1986-2004 .“
Afraid as he was he could not feel his legs so that he could start running away … when finally he was having the courage to move it was to late, his foot was sinking on the ground next to the grave. After all the effort he made, he realize that he couldn’t make it work…he was sinking all the way to the bottom. Just as the earth was reaching to his shoulders he saw a girl in the distance approaching him. As the girl comes closer he realize that it was Cassandra. Although he knew she was a ghost he still cried out for help. But she just stood there.
............................... TO BE CONTINUED ....................
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