It all begins 2 years agomy then best friend and i were walking home after a night at the cinema. I left him at the end of my road and he walked onto his house (the next road down). The next morning i was woken by my mum. The police were round. It turns out Simon had suffered a massive stroke metres from his house. Everyone was shocked and i was devastated.
1 and a half years had passed and i was clearing out the stuff in my wardrobe, i found a personal organiser, it had been a present from simon. I had programmed in everyone's phone numbers and what not. I opened it up and switched it on. By this time i had lost contact with all my old frineds (change of school)I decided i would reminice by scanning through the phone book There was only one phone number and address... Simons. I then glanced to the corner where the date was. It had stopped on that night i had left him 22nd July.
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Tue 28 Oct 2003, 13:51,
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1 and a half years had passed and i was clearing out the stuff in my wardrobe, i found a personal organiser, it had been a present from simon. I had programmed in everyone's phone numbers and what not. I opened it up and switched it on. By this time i had lost contact with all my old frineds (change of school)I decided i would reminice by scanning through the phone book There was only one phone number and address... Simons. I then glanced to the corner where the date was. It had stopped on that night i had left him 22nd July.
Tell me moreHas anything else happened since??
About ten years ago some mates and I were out in Marlow for some beers (not me I was driving) and when we decided to go home I was going to take my mate Howard home, but he said he would take a lift from someone else in our group. I had a rare-ish shitty car at the time, a gold Austin metro and so did the girl who ended up taking him clubbing in Henley. Sadly they never got there, the car crashed on the way and my friend died, the other two passengers in the car were OK - physically.
I still wish I had taken him home.
Not really a ghostly story but I do speak to him sometimes and think he is still around.
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Tue 28 Oct 2003, 15:38,
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About ten years ago some mates and I were out in Marlow for some beers (not me I was driving) and when we decided to go home I was going to take my mate Howard home, but he said he would take a lift from someone else in our group. I had a rare-ish shitty car at the time, a gold Austin metro and so did the girl who ended up taking him clubbing in Henley. Sadly they never got there, the car crashed on the way and my friend died, the other two passengers in the car were OK - physically.
I still wish I had taken him home.
Not really a ghostly story but I do speak to him sometimes and think he is still around.