The Deer Slayer

From: Anonymous
Story type: Ghost
Location: Rocky Mountains
Source: Form Submission

After visiting some friends who were camping by a theater (to help with the building of that theater), they started the drive home. At midnight.

Around three, the driver stopped. He couldn't keep his eyes open. The thirteen-year-old girl in the front seat couldn't nap. Something was wrong. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach. She was scared to death. The fifteen-year-old directly behind her slept more soundly than the driver. After fifteen minutes, the girl in the passenger seat fell asleep.

Forty-five minutes after he fell asleep, the driver woke up again and the three went on their way. After about ten minutes of driving, the girl in the front seat woke up. Her left foot was asleep. She massaged it and shivered. It was July and the car was cold.

"Shit," the driver muttered. WHAM! They had hit something! The thirteen-year-old thought the driver had lost control and they hit the guardrail in the middle of the highway.

"What did we hit?" the girl asked sleepily. "A deer."

Much later, the girl found out her earlier fear had been a premonition. She KNEW something was wrong. And forever after that, whenever she had the fear-ache, she would turn around from whatever she was doing and go somewhere safe. She never had another experience like that. And the car they were in? It's called "The Deer Slayer." What of the fifteen-year-old? She slept through it all.

One last thing: that thirteen-year-old? That was me.