Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My best friends and I were in a car accident and one of them didn’t make it. My friends thought it would be okay to drink while waiting for me to arrive at our meeting place. I didn’t know they had been drinking until one of them was behind the wheel, and I asked her to pull over and let me drive. She went to pull off the road, and suddenly floored it, and the car ran into a tree. I was asleep in the hospital, completely unaware that she was dead, in the room next to mine.

I woke up later that night to laughter. It was the sound of my friend, and I could tell she was drunk. I called out her name, and I felt something tug at my blanket. I thought I was dreaming what happened next; something sharp ran down my cheek, obviously breaking skin. It felt like a girl’s finger nail. I feel back to sleep, the medication kicking in.

The next morning, I got up to go to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw the long scratch down my cheek. I wiped the dried blood off around it, thinking maybe I’m losing it.

I go back to my room, a doctor waiting for me. He tells me of my friends death, and I ask when it happened. He told me last night, around eleven. I remember waking up last night from the laughter, and checking the clock, which had said 11:14 pm. I asked to leave the hospital as quickly as possible, but they made me stay for a few more hours. I kept running my fingers lightly over the scratch, wishing it would magically disappear.

When I went to the funeral, it was open casket. I looked in at her beautiful face, only to see a long, neat scar down her right cheek. It was barely visible with the makeup they put on her, but still there. I touch my cheek in panic. It’s the same cheek, and they look exactly the same. I found out the scar on her face was caused by glass from the windshield that flew in at us. I remember covering my face with my hands, so it’s not likely that was the cause of my scratch.

To this day, I still have that scar. Every time I look in the mirror, I picture my friend’s face, and wonder if she did this to me so I’d never forget her, which I wouldn’t have anyway.

Sent in by Alexis, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com