Phantom Girlfriend
I was in England one year and I was with my girlfriend. She was the same age as me—sixteen. We met in school and fell in love. Well, one night, I took her out to the dance bar; she was getting a drink when a girl suddenly fell into my arms and said, "Sorry!" It was just an accident, but it was when my girlfriend came back. She saw the other girl in my arms, dropped her cups and ran out. I dropped the girl and she fell with a scream. Once I ran out, I heard everyone shriek. I ran to my girlfriend and she was so mad she hit me and cried and we had a big fight, but when I was going to say sorry, she kissed me. I tried to push her off, but she would not listen— once I did, she said, “I do not want to kiss you and it is not me.”
Then she leaned forward and kissed me again. This time I saw a scary figure with red eyes and a face full of hatred! I pulled my girlfriend away from her and ran back into the bar. I asked the people around why there was blood all over the floor. They told me that the girl in your arms was so upset you have a girlfriend she killed herself! From then on, I never touched another woman except for my family and my girlfriend. But one night, I saw the same scary face and red eyes standing or sleeping on my bed where my girlfriend was supposed to sleep that night. I shouted at the ghost; her eyes turned blue and she ran with tears falling of her face. Meanwhile, my girlfriend was almost dead.
Since then, I have never seen the ghost again, and for the sake of my girlfriend, I hope I never do.
