Scary Ghost Stories

Plane Crash

This story,although short in length, will still send an eery feeling up yourspine. It still makes me shiver just to think of that night. Thatnight, in May it was, as if to say that any other month would nothave been as spooky. It was an extremely warm night, for May inAlabama, anyway. I had had a nightmare and being only 6 years ofage, I crept into my parents large master bedroom to recapture mythoughts and perhaps get a few winks that night. I rememberclimbing in the bed on my father's side and snuggeling close tohis arm. After a few minutes of blinking my eyes wide open, Ibegan to feel very, very cold and almost freezing. For a moment Ithought nothing of it, then I realised something was odd do tothe high temperature that blew in from the open patio deck door.

I grabbed my father's hand in attempt to keep warm somehow, butit was then that I realised that it was him that was so cold. Hishand was like ice. I remember being slightly hoorified at thatmome! ! nt and I had to let go of his hand for I was getting socold. I leaned over a tried to whisper something silently intohis ear, perhaps to wake him, but he didn't stur. As young as Iwas, I had an eery feeling and I quickly held my face over hismouth to see if I could feel his breath. Nothing. Instead ofbeing rational, as children usually are not, I stood from the bedin a fury and rushed from the room screaming. when I reached thedoorway, I stopped abruptly, as I heard my mother yelling in atired frenzy, asking me what in the world I thought I was doing.To my amazment, I blinked my eyes, and looked over to my father'sside of the bed. He wasn't there.

My mother was alone in the bed, and he had never been there. Iimmidiatly began to cry. My mother told me that it was just anightmare and that I should go back to bed and try to get somesleep. She comforted me ,and it seemed that when I attempted totell her what had happened, my words came out in nothing but abummbling ! ! mess. The next morning, I woke very early, stillnot being able to let that experience leave from my mind. Iwalked into the kitchen, seeing my mother, knelt down on thefloor, crying. When I asked her what was wrong and why she was soupset, she held my hand and told me that my father had beenkilled on his flight home. He had been on a business trip toChicago, and he was heading for home the night before. Seems thatthe plane had descended to a terrible plunge after losing allengines in a snow storm. Because of the blizzard, the plane wasnot recovered until late that night with no survivors. when itwas finally found, amongst miles of ice and snow, each passengerwas found frozen.