Spirit of Trout Lake Road
Ghosts. I never believed in them. No matter how many stories I had heard, or documentaries I had seen, I just didn't think that people could "hang around" after their passing. At least, not until very recently.
I live in a city that's right in the center of British Columbia, but I'd like to keep the name of where I live private, so no "spirit-finders" come chasing the ghost I encountered. North of the city is a nice, quiet community that is based around a lake, that I will call "Trout Lake".
Some of my relatives live out at that lake, and I visit them often. Most of the time, the trip along Trout Lake road is very calm, with no real disturbances, except for the occasional bear sighting or cow on the road. That is, until there was a fatal accident on that road.
About a year ago, there was a high speed crash on one of the many S-curves along the road. An SUV and a sports car collided, killing the driver of the sports car, a young woman. Alcohol was a factor in the crash.
Now, imagine this. Small community north of quiet city. High speed crash. One fatality. Yep. The press had a field day. The next morning, scenes of the blood-stained road, and of the victim's hand poking out of an ominous, black body-bag covered the front page of the paper, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get the macabre images out of my head. I could barely get to sleep that night, and my fear was made even worse when I realized that I had to travel up that same road to get to my aunt and uncle's cabin the very next day.
That morning, I full-out refused to get in the car, but in the end, I agreed and let my mom drive me up to Trout Lake. As we neared the crash scene, I could see that the tire tracks and the resting place of the sports car were marked out in police spray paint. Suddenly, a deathly cold filled the tiny car I was riding in. I looked out the window and the image of the woman's hand poking out of the body bag flashed through my head. I closed my eyes, and shook my head violently, hoping to clear my mind. I opened my eyes again and peered out in front of the car. Standing in the middle of the road was a woman. Her dress was tattered, and her hair was tangled and matted with... Blood! I screamed. Mom slammed on the brakes, and asked me what was going on. I stared at her with disbelief, how could she not have seen what I saw? As I jabbered and pointed at the apparition, the woman completely disappeared from my view, leaving only a misty haze.
I don't know if anyone else has seen the woman's ghost. all I know is that I am now a firm believer, and I always beg my mom to go slow on that section of Trout Lake Road!