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Winning Spooky Stories.

A good selection of stories, so we decided to print 3 of them.

Intervention? by Jean Waller of Southport

She was driving along, thinking of her shopping. The afternoon
was fine and sunny and the traffic on the country road was light. The baby, who had been grizzly that morning, now slept soundly in his car seat. She felt quite relaxed.
There was nothing particularly that she was aware of that disturbed her peace but she felt compelled to pull right over to her side of the road and to slow almost to a stop. It flew round the blind bend ahead of her as a blur of metallic red and was gone in a whirl of dust. Not especially noisy but menacing nevertheless ---- A sports car, which had cut directly across her lane. She felt dazed and slightly sick as she realised where she would have been on the road. She turned to look at her child who stirred in his seat. The curl on his forehead gently lifted and fell. The baby smiled briefly, as if caressed, and resumed his sleep.

Lucky Escape. Anon


It was midday but the traffic was brisk. Mary had her three children strapped in the back of the car and she was singing a nursery song to keep them occupied. Suddenly, she realized she had missed her turn and was now forced to continue miles out of her way to the next exit for her destination, over a busy junction.

 

With no known motive, she took a left turn down a dead end lane. She had gone a few hundred yards along it when the car stopped dead, right outside a small garage. The two mechanics rapidly fixed the problem but were as mystified as Mary was as to why she had turned up there. They assured her that she would have had no warning of the impending misfunction. The same distance down the main road would have brought her and her children to an abrupt halt in the middle of the junction!
That evening, she was trying to explain the events to her husband when her son asked who was the old gentleman who had sat beside her on the road and where had he gone?

The storm! by Emma Jackson from Formby.


The storm blew up suddenly; the ship broke her moorings and was flung up onto the beach like a cork popping out of a bottle. George had driven with his wife and her friend to see his boat. It was late evening and growing darker. Soon he need his car's head lights to finish his inspection. It was the friend who drew his attention to the figure walking up the beach from the tide line, a scrunched up, vaguely old- fashioned man who plodded towards them without acknowledging their presence. To their amazement he passed through the light beam without affecting it and disappeared through the solid wall behind them.
George's wife saw nothing.