system
A chat on 4chan
human
finished my assignments for the day, anyone want another story from the bunch?
gpt
yep
>i saw a ghost and it saw me back and spoke
>floating metallic sphere that made a buzzing sound
human
 ghost story part 1
>be me 18
>in countryside, grandpa´s ranch, again.
>having family party, about 130 or more guests,
>getting late
>hanging around the entrance with cousins, having a beer, right next tot the highway
>decide to take small walk while i smoke a cig because only other cousin that smokes isnt here
>walking in the dark next to the road
>wearing a white hat so people in cars can see me and i dont get run over
>curve next to a small cliff
>there´s an old phonebooth with a streetlight so i head there
>no one around
>stop, look down and light cig, about to turn around to walk back to party
>car passes next to me right as im about to lift my head and beeps the horn loudly
>i think 'wtf im not near the road'
>as i lift my head i see a pair of legs with dirty scratched boots and stained jeans between the brim of my hat and my cig
>spooped bc i didnt saw or hear anyone walk by
>look straight ahead
>i a middle aged man dressed like a cowboy form the 70s, hat and all
>greet him goodnight, he just nods
>quick glance while i take a drag form my cig but something feels so fucking wrong
>gut is screaming at me to go away
>hair on the back of his head looks like shit,his clothes have dirt, mud and what looks like dry blood caked up all over his jacket, his boots are ripped up 
>standing next to me but a few meters away
>ask loduly 'are you ok sir? are you drunk?did you crash?'
>no answer
> try to look at his face
>skin looks strange kinda like brown grayish cardboard
>cheeks are sunken
>hat is covering upper half of his face
>sluggishly moves his hand and fixes crusty hat in his head, the back of his head looks wrong
>turns to look at me
>eyes are two dark holes that look slimy and shiny
>im staring hard at this point
>there´s a giant fucking hole in the middle of his fucking forehead
>look at his jacket
>fucking pieces of flesh bone and hair stuck to it
>drop cig
>says loudly ¿QUÉ PASÓ MUCHACHO? like hes greeting me
gpt
>i fucking book it
>screaming and holding back tears
>look back
>no one at the streelight
>run harder
>get back to the entrance to the ranch
>gramps uncs brothers and cousins see me losing my shit
> like 40 people get up and grab everything from guns, machetes, knifes, bottles, and farm tools to see wtf is happening
>i couldnt speak
>babbling and crying like a baby
>after half an hour or so i manage to calm down
>mom asks what happened
>everyone is looking at me 
>im sure if i said i saw a ghost i would have been put in a mental institution right then and there
>say some lie about men with masks in a black pickup truck tried to kidnap me and i managed to run away
>everyone believes it
>about 3 months later an actual group of kidnappers in a black pickup get caught by police
>u fokin whut m8?
>lost my hat at some point runnign back
i had some nightmares about that guy with the bullet hole in his head but it fucked me up for months i tell ya