A Haunted Carriage Collection of Ghost Stories
- 2 ShcContenu
- audimat
- N/ASOUTIEN
On a long and winding road a carriage roams the street every night lost in time forever. The Man stop the carriage guiding the horses wears his long rain cloak with his black hat and very pressed suit and a tail coat. Nobody ever catches a ride on this carriage until one night.
Ireland..
Date.. 1889 Monday
Time.. 11:00pm
A man exits the house kissing his young wife who bares his child he helped her into the carriage and pulled the top up in case there was rain on the way. The time is very near and his dear mum of 55 has urged them to come over.
They arrive at his mother's house within a few minutes seeing she lived three miles and a quarter away.
It was when he left to get the doctor is when things ran very wrong for this father to be who didn't know he was about to be murdered.
He just turned the corner when he was flagged down by an elderly gentleman with a cane in fact he was an escaped mental patient who thought he was Sherlock Holmes. Or Watson one of the two.
"Thank you good man my horse bolted down the road a ways leaving me tossed out of my carriage."
" My name is sir Jones. And what's yours and please get in the carriage I wouldn't have you just standing there gabbing. I have to make my way to the doctors my wife is having a child tonight."
" Say how far is this doctor house?"The mysterious man asked.
" About two hills yonder I reckon. Why you ask?"
Before the driver had time to drive off the old man snarled and jabbed his cane right through the throat of the driver.
The horses darted and took the driver with them along with the carriage.
The horses pulled to a stop in town in front of a livery stable.
Someone immediately ran for doc Cecilia since doc Steven was with his wife delivering the baby.
The driver gave a final cough and died right there in his carriage right then at that moment, he never got to see his child be born.
The killer changed his clothes and appearance like an alien and walked up to the crowd he of course wiped down the blood.
He walked up to the depot and bought a ticket for the next train out which was the 1:10 to the next town over in stranten 158, miles away.
