GHOST STORIES

AND OTHER TALES OF HORROR, MONSTERS, AND MORE

If you have heard these stories before it is because some are  old tales.  This story, The Violet Ribbon is very old.  It is told in many  different ways at campfires all the time,  but I still think it is a great story.  If you have a story you would like printed in here e mail me at the address below.  Thank You.

THE VIOLET RIBBON

A young man was driving along a dirt road to meet his friends who were camping not too far up the mountain.  It wasn't a long drive, but a bumpy one.  The road had sharp rocks and if you didn't have good tires on your car, you were likely to get a flat tire.
          Jim was his name.  He had been planning this trip for weeks.  Jim and his buddies loved to go four wheeling and although this area was known for it's wild tales of ghosts, they loved comming up here.  After all, what could the dead do to the living?
         Jim was half way up the canyon when he heard a loud POP!  Then a thump, thump, thumping sound. 
    "Oh man!" Jim groaned.  Getting out of the car Jim looked at the tire.  He had just replaced the tires on Tuesday and had only one spare. 
         Jim got out of the car to inspect the damage.  Imbeded into the tire was a knife and a violet ribon soaked with blood tied to the handle.  Jim looked around in fear.
"What the hell?"  Jim muttered and looked cautiously around.  When he turned back around to look at the tire the knife was gone and the ribbon.  Instead there was just a hole and the flat tire.  No footprints and he heard no sounds. 
     Freaked out to say the least he hopped back into the car locking the doors.  It was getting dark and Jim was alone.  Some freak had just flattened his tire and who knows what he was going to do with the knife.
      Thoughts racing Jim grabbed his flashlight and his gun.  Putting the colt .45 into it's holster and shoving some bullets into his pocket Jim got out of the car.
                   Grabbing a tire iron and opening the trunk he gets out his spare tire.  Feeling a little edgy he starts to fix the flat. Peeking over his shoulder the whole time.
               When Jim turns around he all of a sudden hears something.  It is the sound of a girl crying.  Standing up he pulls out his gun and looks around.  Not wanting that weirdo with the knife to come back.
     Locking the car, he walks carefully to where the sound is comming from.  Down the road just a short way is a farm house.  Running twards it is a beautiful girl with long auburn hair crying.  She is running twards the house her hands trembling and tears streaking down her cheeks.
      Putting the gun back into the holster, Jim decides to hurry twards the farm and see what is wrong with this girl.  It is getting late so he figures at least it will be somewhat safe then waiting for a maniac with a  knife to come back.
             When Jim finnaly  gets to the farm house he knocks on the door.  The girl opens the door drying her tears.    She astounds him with her beauty.  He doesn't even notice the violet choker that is around her slender neck.
     Her lips tremble as she pulls Jim inside.  "I am so glad you are here.  I was so frightened.  I have to be here all alone and I don't like the lightning."
Jim smiled and then thought, gosh the sky was clear when I got here.  What is she talking about?  All of a sudden it started raining  and the thunder made him jump.
"Geeze it sure started up quickly." Jim muttered to himself.
"My name is Violet.  My dad left me this farm when he died.  I have been so lonely here. "  Violet said. 
"I'm Jim.  How long have you been here?"
"For a long time now.  It has seemed like years since I have had visitors." Violet smiled.
Jim's breath caught in his throat when she smiled.  Her violet eyes seemed to be so familiar and her voice calmed him from the fear of the incident earlier.  She was so beautiful. 
Grasping Jim's hand they sat upon the couch in the front room.  Looking at the photographs Jim could see her father who she explained was a Lumberjack and showed a picture to him of her mother who looked a lot like violet except unlike her husband's auburn hair she had thick blond hair. 
"My father was a violent man.  He killed my mother when I was little.  Dad said she had the Devil in her."  A tear escaped Violet's eye. 
"But, he's gone now.  I had a boyfriend who looked very much like you Jim.  But he left me.  My dad drove him away, just like all the others."
Jim grabbed Violet's hand.  "Let me take you with me then.  My car is just up the road.  We can get out of here.  There is a maniac with a knife out there, but I think we will be safe here tonight,  I 'll protect you and then we can leave tomorow."
Jim looked at her but Violet just turned away.
"That would be George.  My dad's old foreman.  He is jelous of the boys that come up here.  He means no harm.  He just doesn't like people tearing up the road around here.  George caught three boys going up there yesterday and scared them away."
Jim stood up in fear, his friends were supposed to be going up there yesterday and he was supposed to meet them today.  Now he was in the farm house where the maniac with the knife lived and who knows what he would do to him if he caught him here.
"I'm sorry Violet but I have to go."   Jim backed away from her as she pleaded with him to stay.
As he pushed her away he acidently pulled off the violet ribon from her neck.  As he did her head flew off her shoulders.  He lifeless body crumpled to the ground.
Racing out the door and not looking back he could see his car.  Jumping into his car he tried to back up only to have the car roll off the edge of the cliff.  Right next to his friend's jeep.  At the top of the canyon he could see a man with a knife holding Violet's head as they looked down at him.  His three friends smiled at him from behind George.  As his lifes blood spilt upon the ground he knew that he and his friends had become the second set of victims in this canyon.  The last thing he remebered was the violet ribbon around the neck of Violet.     
                                                    THE END
By, M.J. Vyper or VyperBites  Feel free to copy this story and send it to your friends.