My grandfather was not the brightest. He was a Scottish man, and he felt like no rules applied to him. He always managed to talk his way out of any situation. Reckless like a teenager and stubborn like a goat. If you dared to tell him that smoking two packs of Marlboro Red each day would kill him, he would dismiss you. You could not tell him where he could smoke, when he could smoke or what he could smoke. The only person he paid attention to was himself.
That was his demise, as he perished after setting himself on fire at a BP gas station. He died on the scene, and only his closest family attended the closed casket service. There were rumours that he committed suicide since no one would be that stupid. But I believe he would.
For centuries, ghosts have haunted our imagination. The afterlife remains a mystery that has yet to be solved. However, in the instance of my grandfather, I wonder if he is really a figment of my imagination.
Every time I go to fill up my motorcycle, I hear his heavy-accented voice in my head, mocking me for being a jerk and not following his path. A few close friends of mine told me the same, and in no time, the "smoker ghost of BP" made the local news. BP sales at that station began to plummet. No PR campaign was strong enough to save that station. BP hired some charlatans to try to get rid of his ghost. But apparently, the old man is still the same stubborn person.
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Reply to [SP] What sort of ghost would haunt a gas station? by hogw33d
My grandfather was not the brightest. He was a Scottish man, and he felt like no rules applied to him. He always managed to talk his way out of any situation. Reckless like a teenager and stubborn like a goat. If you dared to tell him that smoking two packs of Marlboro Red each day would kill him, he would dismiss you. You could not tell him where he could smoke, when he could smoke or what he could smoke. The only person he paid attention to was himself.
That was his demise, as he perished after setting himself on fire at a BP gas station. He died on the scene, and only his closest family attended the closed casket service. There were rumours that he committed suicide since no one would be that stupid. But I believe he would.
For centuries, ghosts have haunted our imagination. The afterlife remains a mystery that has yet to be solved. However, in the instance of my grandfather, I wonder if he is really a figment of my imagination.
Every time I go to fill up my motorcycle, I hear his heavy-accented voice in my head, mocking me for being a jerk and not following his path. A few close friends of mine told me the same, and in no time, the "smoker ghost of BP" made the local news. BP sales at that station began to plummet. No PR campaign was strong enough to save that station. BP hired some charlatans to try to get rid of his ghost. But apparently, the old man is still the same stubborn person.