Ghost stories by Mihaela Bogdan (best feel good books .txt) 📖

games anymore. Or you would dare?! VII. Dead Man Walking

The dark sky is full of shinning stars. A thick fog makes its appearance, covering this magnificent view. It is better this way anyway. At this time of night, everybody is sleeping in their warm beds and safe homes, without even noticing a sad tune coming somewhere on the deserted streets.
You wonder who could that be in this time of night?!
  Near a dark alley, a large shadow is heading slow to an unknown destination, followed by the body that it belongs to. The body is all wet and pale, with torn clothes covering most of it, its eyes are sad and empty. The mysterious person is walking slowly, one foot in front of the other, his arms hanging aside the body, the head slightly directed down.
  When it reaches a lightning pole, the person’s figure became more clearly: it is a man that looked more dead than alive. His lips are moving slow and from his mouth a strange song is coming out through there:
  “You ... killed ... me ... when ... you ... left ... me. ... Now ... you ... are ... looking ... at ... a ... dead ... man ... walking.”
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  It was close to midnight. The dark sky is full of shinning stars. A thick fog makes its appearance, covering this magnificent view. It was not good. Victor wanted to be a beautiful romantic night for him and his fiancee, Victoria.
  He was returning from work with a big bouquet of red roses, some chocolates and a wedding ring. Victor and his fiancee were engaged for a year now. It was time for Victor to pop out the question.
  Victor finally arrived at his house. He took the keys out from his pocket and slowly unlocked the door. At this time of night his fiancee was probably sleeping in their bedroom and he wanted to make her a surprise without scaring her. The door opened without a sound. Victor went on his toes upstairs.
  When he was about to open the bedroom door, he heard heavy breathing coming from the other side. Being curious, he opened the door quickly and surprised his fiancee making love to his best friend, whom was going to be his best man at their wedding.
  His best friend jumped out of bed and locket himself in the bathroom. While Victor was arguing with Victoria because of her unfaithful act, Victor’s best friend came silently from the bathroom with a gun in his right hand.
Victoria shouted at him to stop. Victor turned his head around but soon he was shot.
  When he woke up, Victor found himself lying near a harbor, all washed up and with warm blood streaming from his chest.
  He stood up and began walking home, if he could find his way back. Fortunately, he did.
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  Under the lightning pole, he could easily see through a window his fiancee and his best friend arguing. He came under the window and listened carefully. They were talking about Victor, how they had disposed his dead body near the harbor and the chances of the police to suspect them for his death.
  His fiancee, Victoria, was crying while holding the wedding ring into her hands. She never wanted to cheat on Victor, especially with his best friend, but Victor was always working until late and when he came home, he was too tired to make love with her.
  -Stop crying, you bitch! It is your fault that I had to shoot Victor. If you haven’t called me here to make love with you, this would’ve never happened.
  Impatient, he took the gun again and shot Victoria.
  -There, now you can have her, Victor.
  When he got out of the house, with Victoria in a bag, he was face to face with Victor. He couldn’t believe his eyes and he tried to shoot him one more time, thinking that he’s still alive. Unfortunately, the bullets didn’t have any effect on Victor now.
  A police car was coming, being called by a neighbor who heard the gun shots. Victor made himself disappear, leaving his best friend and Victoria, who was still moving in the bag, to deal with the police officers. Both of them were arrested for Victor’s disappearance.
  Although Victoria and her lover told the police where they left Victor’s body, it wasn’t in that place anymore.
Even now, people say that Victor is still alive because they hear his voice singing on the streets every night at midnight, when he found his fiancee cheating on him and he got killed by his best friend.

  Author’s note: This story was inspired by a song with the same titled “Dead Man Walking”, by Smiley, a pop singer from my country, not the serial killer Smiley from the horror movie.
Here’s the link to the video:
http://youtu.be/CeKeN6B11bY

VIII. John’s victims

This is the scary story of a vet named John, who agreed to do some strange business in order to make money fast and easy. As a vet, he didn’t have too many patients and his payment was not that big, but enough for John to pay his bills and still have some for him self.
   But, his greedy human nature made him sell his soul to the devil, so to say.
   One night, when he was heading home, he met a stranger who made him an unusual offer: to murder young beautiful virgin women and steal all their blood. In return, the stranger promised to pay him a lot of money, enough to live without a job for years.
   If I or any of you would have been in John’s shoes, we would have refused the stranger’s offer without hesitation. But as I said earlier, John was very, very greedy. Therefore he accepted the offer in a second.
   After a whole year of murdering beautiful young women and draining all the blood from their dead bodies, John was losing his sanity little by little. He didn’t notice, or better said, he didn’t care as long as he was now the wealthiest man in his town. He had everything that anyone could dream of: a huge mansion, luxurious cars, expensive furniture and electronic devices.
   Then one night, when a full year past since John first met the stranger, all his luck began to vanish. Usually, John and the stranger had a special place to meet in order to make the blood trade and get rid of the corpses. This time however, the stranger didn’t appear as he usually did. John waited all night long.
   When sun began to rise, John was still holding the glass container with blood and a sack with the victim’s corpse. Being scared that someone might see him, he quickly hidden the incriminating evidence in the car’s trunk and drove back to his mansion.
   Seeing that his ‘business partner’ didn’t showed up a couple of days later, John’s sanity was getting weaker and weaker.  Soon, he began talking to himself about the many young women that he killed. At first he wasn’t afraid of his diabolical doings. As the days turned into weeks, he began to realize what he really did in order to increase his financial situation.
John was now completely and irrevocably mad. He continued talking alone in the mansion as if it was full of people, when in reality he was living all by himself.
   The mail man was the only real person that ever came near his house and every time he heard John talking alone, he became more scared of what his ears were hearing.
   “Yes, I did it, I’ve killed virgins in order to become rich and I have no regrets. Not even one!” These were the last words the mail man heard from John before he was taken to an insane asylum and his entire wealth was donated to the poor.
Some say, that even closed inside the most secured room of the asylum, John still talks to his imaginary friends. The doctors say that this is a natural symptom of madness and that John must be left alone.
What they didn’t know was that John was talking to his victim’s lost souls. Seeking revenge, the souls would leave John alone only after he pays for his wrong doings. Until then, they continue to haunt his mind, altering his sanity and health night and day.
   “My poor victims, because of me, they can’t rest in peace!” John says every time when a doctor asks him who is he talking to.

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Publication Date: 02-20-2012

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