"Excuse Me, Can I Have A Lift?" The Ghost Asked.

A month has passed by. A lot of things had happened around me and made me unable to post a new story earlier than today. Sorry for the wait. I know some of you have been waiting for more scary stuffs, so today please accept this story as a gift especially from my heart to all of you readers out there.

Today I am going to tell you a story about a man who had the scariest and weirdest experience in his life. The story goes like this:

There was a man (let me call him Peter) who had just bought a new car. He was so fond of his car and never forgot to wash it every evening after he got home from work. Nobody was allowed to touch it, and to drive it... well... never in a million years. That's how stingy he became. Everything that evolved around him, he would associate it with his car. Friends started to get bored hearing this same old story about his car. Nevertheless, because he's a good friend, they learnt how to shut down their ears while pretended to listen.

One evening, as usual Peter was driving his car. Immediately after punching his card, he quickly drove home. The main purpose was obvious. He couldn't wait to reach home to wash and pamper his cutie new car. The washing thing had turned out to be an obsession, and it had been a routine ever since. And he never failed to do it no matter how tired he was.

The route to Peter's home was quiet. It was mainly because only a small number of residents lived at Peter's community place. It was situated at the far end of the city, almost rural-like with zero entertainment hub within 20 minutes drive from the place. So mostly only the elderlies lived there. Peter chose to rent a house there because the price was much cheaper. He was able to save a lot more for petrol and his car's maintenance. He lived with another housemate, who shared paying the rent. The quietness of the journey home didn't bother Peter at all because he was so used to it. In fact some of the time he even enjoyed the peaceful scenario. No traffic jam, and no hassle. After all, nothing had happened to him during his journey all that while.

Peter was listening to his favorite song from the CD player when he saw a figure of a woman standing beside the road in front of him. The woman lifted her hand as soon as Peter's car approached her. Usually Peter would never stop to give a lift to anybody. But that time it was different. The woman really caught Peter's attention. Naturally, Peter stopped his car.

"Please, sir. I need a lift," said the woman with a pleading voice. Her face was radiant, and she had a very sweet smile. Her skin was clear, and when she smiled for the second time her cheeks turned rosy pink. Peter was fascinated for a while. Only his lips parted like the opening of a cave, but no sounds managed to escape.

"Errr... okay. But... where to?" asked Peter in a stuttering manner after gasping for a few seconds. He had never stuttered before, but that day he became the clumsiest person on earth. Everything seemed awkward. Peter turned shy and speechless, as if he had just seen an angel from heaven. He became speechless for the woman's beauty really made him mesmerized.

"My home is at Mill's Street." The woman replied, and smiled again as soon as she got into the car. Peter didn't regret it at all when he allowed her to enter his car. It was indeed an exceptional case. Actually it was the first time somebody had really entered and sat on his brand new car. Peter could smell the perfume she wore, it was the fragrant of rose. So sweet and tantalizing. He gave the woman a returning smile, and at the same time hit the accelerator. The car started to move again, slow at first but gradually gained speed.

"Why... I live there too! How come we've never met before?" Peter got excited, and he was beginning to think about dating her. He figured out that he would give her a dozen roses, and a box of chocolates on their first date. It was not his usual way, but somehow Peter felt he was obliged to treat the woman like a gentleman would. She was perfect for him, he thought quietly while driving. A cheeky smile curved on his face while thinking about it. Strange feeling, Peter thought again, but a wonderful one indeed. It felt something like being under a charmed spell.

"Yeah... it seems that we meet today for a reason. God had really planned this to happen, and I am dead sure of it." The woman said as a reply. She gave Peter a quick glance, threw a captivating smile and later reverted her eyes to her little purse. Nonchalantly, she took out a piece of silk from it. The cloth was so fragrant, and the woman handed it to Peter.

"Is this for me?" Peter asked with a hoarse voice. With trembling hands, he took the piece of silk from the woman's grip and brought it to his nostrils to inhale the sweet smell of heavenly fragrance. He was almost sure that the woman would say yes if he asked her out for a date. He could even picture how they would look like, walking the isle in a church to get married. A silly thought, but that was what he thought right then. He felt so helpless, and he thought he was madly in love.

"I want you to keep it in your car. No matter what happens, you must keep it. Don't throw it away, even if you don't like it. I would be very sad if you take it out of your car." The woman answered with several nods, assuring that she really meant what she said. Her gaze was sharp and somewhat demanding.

Peter nodded without thinking, agreed to do as what the woman had requested. He was thinking that maybe he would say something really impressive so that the woman would agree to have a date with him. He must think of something, he thought desperately. Something intelligent, he thought again.

Peter was still thinking when suddenly the woman asked him to stop. In a puzzlement, Peter braked his car to an abrupt stop. He looked around, but saw nothing outside. No houses, no nothing. Peter frowned, and he thought it was weird.

"This is not Mill's Street yet. Why do you want me to stop?" asked Peter. Suddenly a naughty thought occurred in his mind, and he got excited. He waited impatiently for the woman to reply. And he half-expected what the woman was going to say. His trembling hands began to shake more feverishly. He guessed something romantic would happen right then.

"I know. But I want to get down here. Thanks for the ride though." The woman quickly got out of the car and left Peter just like that.

Peter blinked several times, confused with what was happening. Gradually, his romantic feeling started to flush away out of his body. As if out of a trance, suddenly Peter felt very strange. Immediately after the woman got out of his car, Peter felt very scared and both his knees trembled and shook when he looked at the woman who walked straight into the bushes. From where Peter was sitting, he could see the woman's figure slowly turned invisible from her waist downwards. Feeling so scared, Peter hit hard on the accelerator and rushed home. On his way home, he threw out the piece of silk out of his car window.

As soon as the piece of silk was out of the car, a terrible smell appeared from within. The smell was so terrible that Peter almost choked, and he vomitted in the car. What a mess he made! As soon as he reached home, he called his house-mate and together they washed the car thoroughly until it was perfectly clean and odourless. Peter was satisfied even though he received a massive lecture from his friend about his stingy attitude and not allowing his room-mate to use his car. After the great lecture, in a huge grin Peter parked it at the usual place, the front garage. Later, he went inside and that night he had a deep sleep. He wasn't disturbed at all about what had happened.

The next morning, as soon as Peter opened the car door, the odour was there again. It was the faulty smell of dead, decaying, rotting corpse. And it was even worse than the day before. Peter was unable to use the car and after pleading his room-mate, he managed to car-pool with his friend. Another gigantic lecture was given, and Peter had to accept it all with a swollen heart and a lavish regret for being so stingy about his car before.

The terrible smell never vanished after that morning. Eventually Peter was forced to advertise the car for sale with a very low price because nobody was interested to buy it with the terrible smell intact. Nevertheless, even after lowering the price below marginal cost, still nobody wanted to buy the car and until now it is still parked in the car-sale garage. Poor Peter, he only used the car for several months, and he ended up paying for nothing to the bank. The car was useless now, and Peter regretted endlessly.

That's my story for today. I'll leave it to all of you whether to believe it or not. Have a nice and productive day ahead, and enjoy your reading! If you want to leave comments, please do so. I appreciate all comments from everybody. Adios for now...

The Werewolf

Helo readers and fans, I am back again for another scary ghost story. This time I am going to tell you a true story related to me by my husband. This incident happened at his workplace, and was related to him by one of the night guards. So get ready guys, get your little cup of popcorn and cuddle around some accompanies, because you might get goose-bumps if you read this alone...

This spooky incident happened in a boarding school, where my husband worked. This particular night guard had been working there for more than five years, and many scary things had happened to him. But this was one of his scariest experience he would never forget.

That night, Ali (the nightguard's nickname) reported for duty as usual. His age was around mid-twenties, and he's not married yet. He had a fond to girls, and it's natural for a young man his age. Especially when he was then searching for his not-yet-found soulmate.

Ali had a companion that night. Every night, two guards were required to report for duty. After the clock stroke 12 midnight, the rounding shift began and that was when all the spookiest adventures would start to happen.

That night, Ali felt as if he had a strange mood. He felt happier, and somewhat cheerful even though the clock ticked almost to 12 midnight. Usually Ali was never fond of his rounding shift, because deep down in his heart he always knew that he's a coward. He didn't like the feeling when all hair on his arms stood on ends when he felt different during shifts.

So, for the first round immediately after the clock stroke midnight, Ali let the other night guard make his rounding. Ali volunteered to do the second rounding shift, which started at 2:00 a.m.

The first round went by without any difficulties or strange happenings. Then it was Ali's turn, and he walked calmly towards the old and spooky buildings.

The rounding shift took two hours, and Ali's duty was to make spot checks on all the buildings and areas of the whole hostel. His obligation was to go through each place and make a meticulous observation for any extraordinary activities or happenings at the place. Usually he would make sure there were no mischievous students hiding at the academic blocks for certain intentions.

During shifts, Ali would always bring with him his clock. The clock must be locked in by keys which could only be found at certain points in the buildings. Altogether there were 13 keys chained at 13 points throughout the buildings. Ali must make sure all 13 keys are inserted into his clock within that 2 hours to mark a proof that he actually made his rounds.

Ali walked to his first post, the academic building. He walked slowly, observing every class for any moving shadows or anything weird. His eyes were trained to be like that, because there were so many incidents of students sneaking in classrooms and did so many mischievous things such as clubbing, smoking and playing poker.

So far, nothing unusual caught his attention. So Ali walked through class by class, in the darkness and only accompanied by his clock, a walkie-talkie and a middle-sized torchlight. At the end of the block was the first key waiting to be inserted into the clock.

Ali moved confidently towards the key and grabbed it as soon as he was there. He quickly inserted the key into his clock's key-hole, and marked the first proof of his rounding shift. Then he turned around and made his way to his second post.

The second post was the laboratory building. This is the oldest building and it is situated next to the dining hall which is the second oldest building. There are still a lot of laboratories there. A few of them are the Language Lab, the Chemistry Lab, The Physics Lab, and the Maths Lab. But the most scariest and spookiest laboratory ever is the Biology Lab.

Ali had sensed something unnatural approaching. His heart beat unsteadily as soon as he reached the laboratory building. His foot steps seemed too loud, and his breaths were so heavy he almost panted for more air. Nevertheless, Ali kept his cowardness towards himself, and moved forward without any hesitation. He had done this job for over 5 years then, and nothing would ever make him too afraid to complete a shift before.

He walked slowly and carefully, observing every labs for any unusual activities. He walked through the Maths lab, Physics, Chemistry and then... he was approaching the Biology Lab.

Ali stopped his steps. There were a strange smell coming from the Biology Lab.

Ali moved closer to the lab, and then he was standing just next to the rear window. He leaned his earlobe against the window glass and waited.

Chup... chup... chup.... chup... grr... chup... grr... chup....

It was the sound of a munching, followed by a faint sound of growl.

Ali unlocked the Biology Lab's front door with his master key. While doing that, his heart beat went faster and faster, for he sensed an existence of a creature inside. The creature was definitely not an ordinary dog trapped by faulty mistake.

Ali almost knew he was going to face up with the greatest challenge in his life.

As soon as the door opened, Ali saw what he was meant to see. It was a hedious creature, and it was not a dog at all. The creature appeared scarier than a wolf, and to be precise it looked exactly like a werewolf.

With gigantic body, thick fur, protuded and red glaring eyes, long and huge and sharp jaws... the werewolf was eating on something which looked like an animal corspe. Upon seeing Ali standing at the rear door, the werewolf abandoned his meal and was ready to attack.

Ali was so nervous, and he forgot to call his co-staff using the walkie-talkie. Ali just stood there, as if waiting and surrendering his body to be crunched and munched by the creature.

However, all of a sudden Ali remembered to recite the Al-Qursi surah. He read it in time with the first jump of the creature. At the same time, he gained his strength to move his legs and shut the door.

There was a loud bump at the door, and it shook for a while when the creature tried to get through the door. Ali still stood at the door, leaning his body against it.

He closed his eyes, and did only that for almost five minutes. He didn't even realize when the sound actually stopped, but eventually it did stop. No other sound occurred after that, and Ali opened his eyes, blinking in confusion.

He inspected around the outer compound of the dark biology laboratory, and tried to figure out whether the creature had managed to escape through another possible exit. But Ali didn't find anything.

He didn't find anything. Not even a single hair, or a single footmark, or stain of blood from the animal corpse.

Suddenly Ali felt too terrified, and ran as fast as he could back to the post guard building. He didn't care if he was going to be terminated because he didn't manage to finish his rounding shift. His only intention at that time was to run away from the building.

As soon as he reached the post guard, he told everything to his co-staff and together they went back to the Laboratory Lab. They brought with them a pistol, and were ready to shoot at any time.

However, they found nothing in the lab. Not even a strand of the creature's saliva were found on the floor. But both of them could still smell the faulty odour of dead meat, and the smell made them shudder in amazement.

Until now, Ali still works there as a night guard. He told my husband that being a security guard is the job he loves to do, and no matter what happens he will continue working there. But he would certainly be more careful in the future. He regarded all the scary and spooky incidents as merely episodes in his life.

What a brave night guard Ali is! Well... that's my story for this time, and I hope you do enjoy. Have a nice day with your loved ones!