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Woman in White by Kelley Heckart
This story is based on a dream I had recently. I thought it might make a good ghost story.
Genre: Ghost story
Blurb: Can he help the woman in white find her boyfriend?
Word count: 999 words
He wondered at the strangeness of his situation, rubbing his throbbing head. Why did his car have to run off the road? And why was this woman here and wearing a wedding dress? His mind fuzzy, he thought he might need medical attention. “What did you say?”
“I need help finding Billy.”
Pine trees surrounded them. “Do you know the way out of here?”
“If I help you, will you help me get out of here?”
“Yes.” Her teary eyes glittered in the faint moonlight. “Follow me.” She whirled around. The wedding dress train seemed to fan out like angel wings.
The woman led him along the road to a small town just off the two-lane highway. A gas station, diner, mini-mart, bar, hardware and drug store lined the street. Streetlights glowed. One flickered and went out, startling him. Above the street, house lights shined between stands of pines.
The woman stopped in front of the diner. “Someone must know where my Billy is.”
“Well, go in and ask someone.” His growing apprehension about having a head injury made him lose his patience with her.
“No one will talk to me.” She gave him a pouting look.
She looked so pitiful in her wedding dress, he felt sorry for her. Another feeling he couldn’t identify nagged him. He sighed, not thrilled with the idea of bothering people while they ate. “Wait here.” He turned toward the door.
A couple exited the diner.
“Excuse me, do you know a man named Billy?” He gestured toward the female in the wedding dress.
“Leave us alone, buddy,” the man said with an unfriendly look.
“What the-?” He looked at the couple with an open-mouthed expression.
The woman in the wedding dress started crying. “I will never find Billy.”
Her crying grated on him. Maybe you annoyed him and he doesn’t want to be found. He gritted his teeth and kept silent.
A mom and two young girls left the diner.
He approached the mother, telling himself this was the last one.
The mother pulled her daughters close, hurrying by with a wary look.
“The people in this town aren’t very friendly.” He scowled.
Behind him, the woman in the wedding dress started crying again.
The door to the bar across the street opened, spilling loud rock music out into the night. I could use a drink. And then I am going to find a phone. He crossed the street.
A man wearing a flannel shirt and a trucker hat stood outside the bar smoking a cigarette.
As he approached the bar, the man took a drag of his cigarette, looking in his direction.
Graying hair gleamed from beneath the man’s hat. The street lamp revealed worn-looking clothes, faded and frayed jeans, a stained hat.
He turned toward the cigarette-smoking man, walking slowly, keeping his gaze on him.
The street lamp sputtered and flicked out with a loud pop, leaving only faint, colored light from the neon bar sign.
The cigarette-smoking man remained unaffected by the exploding lamp. He took one final drag from his cigarette, then dropped it, stamping it out with his work boot.
Maybe this man would help him. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Yep.” The cigarette-smoking man leaned against the wall.
He drew out a relieved breath, smiling slightly. He gestured across the street toward the woman in the wedding dress. “I’ve been trying to help her find someone named Billy. Why won’t anyone help her?”
The cigarette-smoking man shook his head, his expression grave. “The woman is gone, son. It’s too late to help her.”
He bristled. “What do you mean ‘gone?’ ”
“I mean she’s dead.”
A terrible feeling dawned on him. “Dead?” he said in a raspy voice.
Across the street, the woman let out a wail that made him shudder. The shrieking faded as the woman ran away, calling for Billy.
“The woman in white we call her. Her name is Jenny. She killed her boyfriend Billy and another woman in a jealous rage and then she killed herself. It was an awful thing. She killed them for no reason. The woman he was with was a realtor. He wanted to surprise his bride on their wedding night.”
“Does she know?”
The man shook his head. “No. Ghosts don’t always know or understand their circumstances. They’re confused.”
“I, I can see ghosts?” Faint wisps of fog floated in the eerie neon light.
The man turned a solemn gaze on him. “Son, you can see her because you are like her.”
“No, those people could see me.” A terrible feeling gripped him.
“No, they didn’t.”
He pressed his hands to his head, seeing what he hadn’t see before—A shabbily dressed man holding out his hand, asking the first couple, “Can you spare some change?” He saw a group of teenage boys wearing dark hoodies passing the woman and her girls.
“What?” Backing away, panic rose inside him. Deafening sirens filled his head. He clapped his hands over his ears, grimacing.
“It’s like I said,” cigarette-smoking man expelled white puffs of air, “ghosts are confused.”
“But, how?” He had a sudden awareness he couldn’t feel the cold air.
“Billy, you were driving with the realtor when Jenny rammed into your car. You crashed into a tree. You died at the scene.”
“No.” He couldn’t breathe. An image of Jenny, enraged, filled his mind. Then he recalled the sound of the crushing impact, the sirens, the flashing lights.
“It’s best if you move on into the light. You don’t want to be stuck here.”
“But…” He couldn’t think straight, threads of memories coming and going. “What about Jenny?”
The cigarette-smoking man stared at him grim-faced. “Jenny is what we call a delusional spirit. She will never remember you. If you move on, she might too.”
He hesitated before a beckoning, radiant white light. Jenny, his life, all his memories passed through his mind. A feeling of calm settled over him. He took a step…
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Kelley writes historical romances with fantasy/paranormal elements. Her stories reflect her passion for ancient and medieval time periods, storytelling and the supernatural. Inspired by the ancient Celts, her tales are filled with fierce warriors, bold women, otherworldly creatures, magic and romance. She can be found online at: