The Visit
I come here to the cemetery once a year to visit my wife, on the anniversary of the day it happened. The day we had to part.
I miss her so much. It's hard to believe it's been ten years since it happened.
We were driving to the coast. It was raining heavily. I told her we should stop and find a hotel. She said we should keep going. I didn't see the truck in front of us and drove into the back of it.
She's putting flowers on my grave now.
I want to touch her...
But I can't.
- Category: Horror, Chillers & Ghost Stories
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Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
Ooh! I need to think about this one!
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Christopher over 1 year ago
He's a ghost.
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Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
Aha! Silly me; I’m getting thick! (A spirited drabble though, Christopher!)
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Christopher over 1 year ago
This was my 2400th drabble! I just noticed that.
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Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
Well very many congratulations on that, Christopher. And soon another batch of Jake drabbles to swell the numbers even further?🤞
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Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
(meanwhile I’m expecting loads to read and providing little in return right now. I need to snap out of it!🥴) Great to see that Jeff is back and that site owner Michael had contacted him to prompt a return.
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Christopher over 1 year ago
Yeah, I contacted Jeff via email as well back in June.
I'm writing the next Jake story now but it's early days yet.
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Christopher over 1 year ago
And thanks for the congrats.
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VerityAlways over 1 year ago
Love it! I had a similar idea. But as always, this drabble cannot be bested.
Congratulations on the 2400th! And many more milestones!! -
Christopher over 1 year ago
Thanks, Verity.
