The little girl
I’ve driven this road every night on my way home.
The first night of winter brought an unexpected chill to the air.
I noticed a little girl crying on the sidewalk.
I offered her a ride, she accepted.
Her crying got louder.
I pulled over again, and turned to ask her what was wrong.
She was gone.
This was done for Ketchup with us.
Note: This may or may not be an actual event that happened to someone I may or may not know.
While planning for our link-up, Michele and I thought
it would be cool to hear a 57 word ghost story since we’d be posting the day after
Halloween. Of course, writing our own stories scared the bejeesus out of both of us, but it was
worth it. The only question is…are they fact or