Canadian_Para
23rd Dec 2007, 11:30
A Christmas ghost story (it is claimed by many it did happen)
Deep drifts were appearing on the road as the wind picked up in the blizzard. It moaned through the forest trees like lost souls. The temperature was dropping as the cold tightened its crushing grip. The night was evil black for no light other than the car headlights broke the blackness. The next town was over twenty miles away.
He knew he should not have chanced it but he had to, he had to get home to his children, six years is a long time away. He was all they have now that their Mom was gone, taken in such a cruel way by an intruder as she defended their children.
He could not leave them alone, not on Christmas Eve. Therefore, the Army had given him leave
He had come round the bend just that little bit too fast, saw the drift too late and ploughed deep into it. The car motor failed almost immediately with the battery power following soon after.
He now sat alone, slowly freezing to death, in a tomb of deep snow. Hart broken knowing his kids would have no one now.
At first, he thought he imagined it, but no, there it was again, the sound of a shovel! The snow suddenly cleared from the car rear window and a face peered in. A muffled voice shouted "You ok buddy?”,"Yes! Yes!" he cried, "Thank god you came!" the voice shouted back "Thank him indeed!”
A few minutes later, the snow cleared enough for him to climb out of the rear door window, he fell into the powdery snow and looked up to see the smiling face of a guy with no hat on. In fact, the guy only had a pair of coveralls on!
The guy helped him up and half carried him from the drift. Just at the point of passing out from exhaustion and the effects of hypothermia, he sees an old Land Rover converted into a snowplough parked up in the middle of the road with lights blazing brightly.
He awoke to find himself in a gas station; a concerned attendant on the telephone calling the local hospital. He sat up and asks the attendant where the snowplough driver was, he must thank him for saving his life.
The attendant looked confused and said, "We have no snowplough in this town buddy, it went off the road last Christmas eve and got wrecked in a drift, we ain't replaced it yet. The driver owned this gas station, he tried to walk back but froze to death. The poor guy was only wearing a pair of coveralls, I found you sitting beside the gas pumps”.
Deep drifts were appearing on the road as the wind picked up in the blizzard. It moaned through the forest trees like lost souls. The temperature was dropping as the cold tightened its crushing grip. The night was evil black for no light other than the car headlights broke the blackness. The next town was over twenty miles away.
He knew he should not have chanced it but he had to, he had to get home to his children, six years is a long time away. He was all they have now that their Mom was gone, taken in such a cruel way by an intruder as she defended their children.
He could not leave them alone, not on Christmas Eve. Therefore, the Army had given him leave
He had come round the bend just that little bit too fast, saw the drift too late and ploughed deep into it. The car motor failed almost immediately with the battery power following soon after.
He now sat alone, slowly freezing to death, in a tomb of deep snow. Hart broken knowing his kids would have no one now.
At first, he thought he imagined it, but no, there it was again, the sound of a shovel! The snow suddenly cleared from the car rear window and a face peered in. A muffled voice shouted "You ok buddy?”,"Yes! Yes!" he cried, "Thank god you came!" the voice shouted back "Thank him indeed!”
A few minutes later, the snow cleared enough for him to climb out of the rear door window, he fell into the powdery snow and looked up to see the smiling face of a guy with no hat on. In fact, the guy only had a pair of coveralls on!
The guy helped him up and half carried him from the drift. Just at the point of passing out from exhaustion and the effects of hypothermia, he sees an old Land Rover converted into a snowplough parked up in the middle of the road with lights blazing brightly.
He awoke to find himself in a gas station; a concerned attendant on the telephone calling the local hospital. He sat up and asks the attendant where the snowplough driver was, he must thank him for saving his life.
The attendant looked confused and said, "We have no snowplough in this town buddy, it went off the road last Christmas eve and got wrecked in a drift, we ain't replaced it yet. The driver owned this gas station, he tried to walk back but froze to death. The poor guy was only wearing a pair of coveralls, I found you sitting beside the gas pumps”.