Admittedly, I am notthebravest chick in the coop. In fact, I’m kind of a full-on weinie when it comes to anything paranormal. Need proof? Read this. I kind of have this syndrome, if you will, that stems from watching “ghosty” storiescausing me to imagine hearing all kinds of spooky sounds at nightresulting in me forcing my hubby to sleep on top of me (and not in the good kind of way) in bed. I figure, if he’s on top of me than any “ghosty/ghoul” type will have to get through his body to get to mine, possibly buying me some time to plan an escape. Trust me. It all makes sense…in my head.
All that being said, I wanted to take a stab at telling a real-life ghost story. How do I know it’s real life? Because…it happened to me about 13 years ago. What I experienced was so terrifying I can say with the utmost of certainty that it changed my life. Here it goes…
My friend Sara(who now happens to be my sister-in-law) and her family lived outside of town on a little spread tucked inside a small grove of trees. There was one main road to get out to their place and as a young, single girl always looking for something to occupy my time I traveled that road often. One late eveninganother friend, Amy, and I decided to make the trip out to Sara’s to do some visiting.
That particular night there was a slight fog whichhad settled onto the road, making it a little difficult tonavigate.We both were concentrating on the road aheadof us watching out for deer or any other animal brave enough to attempt crossing in front of us.
I looked at Amy and said, “This is a crazy night. I’ve never seen it so foggy out here before.”
She answered, “I know. It’s like something out of a horror movie.”
We both laughed, albeit a little nervously.
Amy said, “Maybe we should turn down the radio a little bit. I don’t want you getting distracted at all.”
“Good idea, Amy,” I said as I looked down and reached for the knob.
Suddenly I heard, “MINDY!” screamed into my ear. I looked over at Amy who was pointing at the road ahead of us.
I peered out the windshield and screamed, quickly slamming on my breaks. There was a figure crossing the road right in front of us and I was about to hit it!
We screeched to a halt and quickly collected ourselves, staring out the windows to survey any damage.
“Where is it?” Amy asked, looking out the front, back and sides of the car.
“I-I-I don’t know. What happened?” I asked.
“Mindy, it’s gone. There’s nobody out there.”
“But there was. I saw it. We almost hit it. It was there, wasn’t it? You saw it, didn’t you?” I asked.
“Yeah, I definitely saw something. It was a person. They were right in front of us. Where’d they go?” She continued to search around all sides of the car, her confusion growing.
At this point in time we were stillsitting in the car, parked in the middle of the road.
“Amy, I think we should get going. There’s nobody out there. What if someone drives up behind us?”
She agreed and I quickly accelerated, anxious to be away from the spooky scene. Neither of us attempted to speak for the rest of the trip, both deep in our thoughts of what we swore we had seen.
After that night I purposed to never travel that road again after dark. Even in broad daylight I rarely passed that section of road without feeling shivers down my spine. And I stuck true to my word for about a year. One night I decided enough time had passed and agreed to drive with Sara out to her family’s house. As we approached that dreaded section I couldn’t help but remember that fateful night. I started to say something to Sara when all of a sudden my headlights shut off. I quickly worked at the knob, attempting to revive the lights so we wouldn’t careen into a ditch. Fortunately, Sara had traveled that road so often she knew that there was a driveway just up the road and was able to guide me to it, all the while engulfed in total darkness.
I slowly pulled off the road and parked working out a plan in my head.
“What happened?” Sara asked.
“I’m not sure. The lights just turned off on their own. I wonder if we blew a fuse or something?” I said. And then, for some reason, I decided to try the lights again.
They worked. The headlights worked.They had darkened out as soon as we crossed that section of road but now they worked.
We took off and quickly made our way to Sara’s house in case the lights decided to fail again. They didn’t. In fact, after that night I never had a problem with my headlights again.
So, there it is, folks. My real-life ghost story. Spooks me out all over again. I can say I have traveled that road many, many times after these incidents happened and I haven’t seen the figure or experienced failed headlights again. I choose to believe that whatever was haunting that section of road has sinced moved on.
Nevertheless, that was a terrifying experience and one that I’m sure has shaped the way I feel about the “paranormal”. I imagine it also has something to do with my preferred position of sleep…directly underneath the hubby (again, not in thatway.) Gosh, get your head out of the gutter, people!
Love to all, Mindy
This is a GREAT story. I love it and I am glad it didnt happen to me. I think my interest in this stuff stems from being afraid of everything when I was a kid. My spookiest fear now? Looking out my second story bedroom window and seeing a face peering back at me.
That made me giggle. Every night when I close the sliding glass door drapes I fear that I’ll see somebody standing there staring at me. I agree…it must stem from my childhood fear of the dark and the fact that my sisgter (who I shared a room with) wouldn’t let me sleep with a nightlight. It’s all your fault, Brandy!
OOOH! I’m so glad it’s daytime and I’m sitting in a well-lit room! I love the way you told this story. I was right there with you! Thank you for sharing! (eek!)
Yeah, creepy, right? I’m telling you, I’ve tried to get that experience out of my mind but it’s forever imprinted. Now all my readers can share my pain! =)
OK……enough already!!!, haha. I had just gotten to the point that I could drive that section of the road agian without thinking of that story,,,,now it is goign to take me another year of driving home, at night, in the dark, in the fog, all alone, to get over it again….I think I am going to leave work early to make sure I make it past there during the daylight, especially this weekend!!!
I am not sure if I ever told you, but after you told me that story the first time, like two weeks later, I was driving home, pulling a horse trailer, in the dark and it was super foggy, I got to right about where you described,,,because I was thinking about it while I was driving…. and a man, out of no where crossed the road right in front of us! I seriously about had a heart attack!!! The only saving grace that night was that he did not disappear, just kept walking, however, John who was following me, a couple minutes behind me and he did not see him! I had a witness too, Kenzie was in the truck with me but she doesn’t know about the ghost!
I am getting shivers just sitting here…
Oh. My. God. Wendy! I can’t believe you forgot to tell me that! Well, you are now the 4th person I know to have seen somebody cross the road there. Well, that blows my theory right out of the water…I guess he hasn’t moved on! Eeek.
Awesome story Mindy!!! The best one’s are the true ones. And you know how I love them! Sorry it still scares you though.
As for the looking out the window at night…after seeing The Amityville Horror for the first time as a kid, when she sees those glowing eyes out the window, I swear I didn’t look out a window at night for years! I’ve only just gotten brave enough to do it again. lol.
Seriously…every night when I shut those curtains I tense up for a second expecting to see a creepy face. I doubt I’ll ever get used to the dark! And I’ve sworn off all horror flicks because my imagination is WAY too evolved. =)
Angelia Sims says
Ohhhhhhh! Nothing like a creepy road at night! YIKES! I grew up in the country, those country roads are spooky. There was a legend that at one of the old wood bridges, if you sat on it in your car with the windows down, you could hear a woman screaming that died there. I don’t think we ever did, though. I blogged my paranormal as well. Good stuff. Ahhhh! Happy Halloween Mindy!
Okay…that bridge story is super creepy! Hate, hate, hate screaming dead women! =) On to read your blog…Happy Halloween!!!
There’s nothing wrong with sleeping under the husband. 🙂
great story, by the way!
Hehehehe…I wasn’t complaining about THAT part. Just the ever-constant fear that we’ll be murdered and/or possessed in our beds. =)
I’m sorry I never told you. That was me. I was out for a run.
You know…I should have figured that out. He had such a pale-ish kind of skintone I just assumed it was a ghost. =)