The Haunted Ambulance

There were almost two in the morning. The long abandoned road stretched into the darkness as the ambulance drove forward. Inside was a lifeless body covered in white leaves, and next to it was a sad woman. The driver, Rafik, has become restless. He has an ambulance for over 15 years. He was transporting countless patients tonight - alive and dead - was different. A cold shower ran down his back.

The woman next to her body was Kamal-san. A few hours ago, Kamal died in a terrible street accident. His body was found near the street they were driving now.

For some reason, the ambulance felt violent tonight. It's as if you're wearing one or more bodies.

Mystical Beings As the vehicle moved through a foggy night, Raffic turned his eyes to the streets. But suddenly -

was a white man in the middle of the street!

His clothes were stained with blood, but his face was barely visible in the weak light.

Raffic grabbed the air and hit the brakes! The tires squealed and the ambulance stopped. But when he saw it again, the man was gone. The road was empty.

Nashima, scared of the sudden stop,

- "What happened?"

Raffic hesitated, his voice trembling. "n-nothing... I thought I saw something."

He started driving again, but his hands were shaking on the wheels.

Unnatural noise begins. The trip continued in frightening silence. Then Thud! beat! beat!

A loud noise echoed from behind the ambulance!

Nashima snapped after the air. "Who... who is that?"

Raffic swallowed. He set the rearview mirror and turned around. bodies moved.

The white sheet covering Kamal's corpse has shifted.

Rafiks pulses accelerated. He had seen the body before, but never moved on its own.

He ignored it and tried to concentrate on the street. But the ambulance air was cold - unnecessary cold.

Invisible passenger. And something terrible happened. The seat next to the

Raffic - no one was sitting - sank.

As if someone just set it up.

A heavy, terrifying presence filled the air. Nashima lifted her chest.

- "There's something with us!"

Raffic dared toss to the right.

A man was sitting there.

He was dressed in bloody white clothes. His face was placed on one side. His eyes were wide open, staring directly at him.

Raffic could not breathe. His neck was dry.

Nashima turned his head and cried out.

-"It's Kamal!"

The truth is that the light from the ambulance flickered wildly. The siren needed its own. The engine moaned as if something had been controlled. Then the ambulance body was sitting. Nashima was frozen in fear.

The dead man smiled and spoke.

"Did you think you could escape me, Nashima?"

Nashima cried and threw him against the door.

- "No... No! That's not true!"

"Ah, it's real," hissing Kamal Ghost. "I remember everything."

Tears flocked to Nashima's face.

- "Please! I didn't do that --"

"Liar!" The spirit roared. "Did you and your lover's rash think you could kill me and live happily?"

Raffic saw horribly how Kamal hovered over the ambulance. His broken skull dripped with blood, his twisted fingers stretched out.

Nasima Sobbing.

-"Sorry! Sorry!"

But ghosts don't allow it.

The Final Horror

The ambulance shook violently.

The avenue was regarded to disappear. Everything has become a blur. Nasima screamed as Kamals spirit lunged in the direction of her. She clawed on the door handle.

Suddenly—

The ambulance doorways burst open.

Nasima became yanked out of the transferring automobile with the aid of using an unseen force!

Her scream echoed within the dark night time. Rafik slammed the brakes and became around.

Nasima became mendacious at the avenue, her eyes huge open—her face frozen in an expression of sheer terror. She became dead.

But… there have been no injuries. No bruises.

She had died from natural fear.

The Vanishing Ambulance Rafik deserted the ambulance that night and ran as fast as he could. He by no means drove an ambulance again.

The subsequent morning, the police determined Nasimas frame. Strangely, her postmortem document discovered that her coronary heart had stopped from overwhelming terror.

But what approximately Kamals frame? It became nonetheless withinside the ambulance. But something became off. The morgue employees swore that the frame seemed extraordinary than before. Its mouth had curled right into a faint, eerie smile.

And from that night time onwards, on that lonely stretch of avenue— People nonetheless listen to the faint sound of an ambulance siren. But once they flip to look— There isn't any ambulance in sight. 🚑👻