Roxanne
On the highway
there』s a motorcyclist on his way home. 」It』s midnight now,」 he thought
a bit regretfully, 「I should have gone home earlier.」 While he was
thinking, he rode faster and faster. Suddenly, his motorcycle engine
died. He tried to re-start the engine but in vain. He looked around
but there were no one nor any shops around. Again and again, he tried
to start the engine; finally it seemed that it would work again. The
man got on his bike and was ready to start it. However, the key was
gone! He searched everywhere, including his every pocket and every inch
of the ground, but there was no sign of the key. 「How unfortunately I
am!」 He pushed his motorcycle onto the highway, hoping that there might
be someone to help him. He waited for a long time and finally one guy
stopped to help him take the bike home.
Arriving home, the man
told his wife about what had happened on his way home. Since the key is
nowhere to be found, he asked his wife to find the spare key.
Curiously, the spare key was also missing. 「Maybe we both are too
forgetful,」 they said to each other, 」maybe we should ask a locksmith to
make a new key for the motorcycle.」 The next day when the wife went
downstairs to find a locksmith, she passed by the bike and surprisingly
found that the key was in the bike』s keyhole. In the meantime, she
found the spare one was right there in her pocket! 「It』s too weird!
There must be something strange!」
Unable to find a
reasonable explanation, the wife went back to the used motorcycle shop
where her husband had bought the bike. At the request of the wife, the
shop owner finally told the story behind the motorcycle. The bike had
been restored there a few years before after the previous owner was
killed in a car accident. He was riding with his friend on the back
seat, but the friend jokingly pulled out the key while they were still
riding on the bike. The bike went into a spin at high speed and killed
both of them. Instead of believing the story, the wife just laughed and
left. 「People today are all mad,」 she said to her husband. Neither of
them believed in anything that the eyes could not see. They still rode
that motorcycle as usual until they had money to buy a car. Through
that period nothing happened again. And then one day, they wanted to go
out to a party. They decided to ride the motorcycle because of parking
problems. However, they never arrived at the party and they never came
home.
This motorcycle had already been restored quite a few times; and every
time the reason was because strange things were happening. One owner
asked help from a psychic, and the psychic said that the original owner
died too young and he was filled with frustration. Therefore, his
spirit lingered around the bike, always wanting other people to suffer
the same fate as he did.
No one knows if the
husband and the wife are still living or not. But one thing can be
sure: the motorcycle still exists somewhere in the world.