Ghost Hollow Curve

Ghost Hollow Curve

On a cold rainy night in December, a couple of us guys took a ride in my Ford. I drove down an old concrete country road it was wet and slick as glass, anybody else who may have driven on it that night should have known not to speed.
I knew it was dangerously slick so I slowed down as I rounded one of many bad curves on the old road. The one I began to round, was known as "Ghost Hollow Curve".

The old road ran near a creek, and that night the fog was heavy from it being there. The curve was extremely sharp, but I was not going to fast to negotiate it. I looked off the road to the side there I could barely make out two tail lights, and an old black Chev turned on its top. I stopped my car as soon as I could to take a better look at the site. About fifteen feet from the road laid the old car, and when my friend rolled down the passenger side window, there were screams of horror coming from the car.

I was frightened at the scene before me. The rest of the guys were upset at the sight, and did not know what to do at that moment. This was before cell phones were even invented much less have one with us. So, I thought the best thing to do at that time, was to telephone for an ambulance from the city, a mile up the road, they certainly needed help. I drove us down the road to the first house, and told the man about the wreck, he made the call for the ambulance.

Then the man, and the rest of us returned to the site to see if we could help in anyway. Those eerry screams were still coming from that old car. So that brave man pulled a teenage girl from out of the back seat of the wrecked car.
I being the oldest boy there carried her to the side of the road And placed her on the back seat from the old car. I was hoping to shield her from the cold wet ground, maybe giving her a little warmth some how. I was not a doctor, but it seemed to me, she had been injured internally. While the car lights shine across her body, blood flowed from her mouth as she gasp for breath on the cold dreary night.

In my heart I knew she was going to die. I guess the Lord called her that cold rainy night, again Ghost Hollow Curve had claimed another life. In all there were three teenagers pulled from the wreck. The driver was older and should have known not to speed on that aweful night. Only the young girl in the back seat was hurt in the wreck of the car, but I will never forget that night.

The jacket I wore that horrible night, was covered with the blood of that young girl. Maybe if they had rounded the curve at a slower pace. A life would not have been taken away at that "Ghost Hollow Curve".

This is a nonfiction story, that happened when I was twenty years old, I am now sixty nine.

BY: Kings