Two Years after Husband’s Death, Woman Surprisingly Sees Him on Vacation and Follows Him — Story of the Day
A woman conspires against her evil husband and gets him killed in a premeditated car accident. Two years after his death, she goes on vacation to Brighton and is terrified when she sees him there.
26-year-old Ann was lying on the bed in Brighton’s seaside resort suite. The golden shafts of the evening sun penetrating through the window made her smile as she ruffled her hair. She stretched, yawned, and saw it was close to 5 p.m. “Oh my God, the taxi ride might’ve made me sick and tired!” she thought. It was the first day of her two-week-long vacation.
“Nah, not room service…let me go down for a walk and watch the sunset,” she thought as she put down the landline’s receiver. Ann wanted a drink, cold coffee, perhaps, and quickly put on her faux hoodie before leaving for the café not far from the promenade…
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“Wow, what a beautiful place! It’s been ages since I last went out to the beach with my dad,” Ann whispered as tears slowly fogged her eyes. Her father died a few years ago and had bequeathed an enormous inheritance to her. She inherited a little over a lumpsum six-figure savings deposit in the bank, a large family estate, and heirloom jewelry.
But the money didn’t spoil her. Ann always dreamed of being a teacher and taught history in an elementary school in London. That summer, she was so glad to get a break to unwind in Brighton, one of her favorite places since childhood. She had many plans for the next couple of weeks and decided to visit the theater first thing that evening and then the mall.
She stopped thinking of everything else as soon as she entered the café and placed an order for cold coffee and croissants before making herself comfortable in a seat by the window with the pristine view of the sea. When she took a last sip from the cup, vaguely looking out the window, she coughed and spat out the coffee. Ann was dead scared and could not take her eyes off Robert, her late husband, who was staring at her from the footpath across the café, just a few meters away from the window.
“No…No, it’s not real…I must be dreaming…It’s not Robert,” Ann panicked.
She wanted to dart out of the café to her hotel room and hide. She was frightened and started trembling before slightly turning around to look out the window again. The man was still standing there, staring grimly at her as though he were going to run across and ram into her through the glass pane.