| Black Cadillac |
| In the mid- 1970's there was a Cadillac dealership in Georgia. For a few weeks in a row, the same man always dressed in black, would go to the dealership just to look at one brand new, black Cadillac. Oddly enough, whenever a salesman would come to talk to the man, he would get in his car and drive away., before the salesman got close enough to really see him. He came to the dealership at the same time, and always in the same vehicle which was also a black Cadillac, just an older model. After a while, the salesman began to become annoyed at the man's strange behavior, so he came up with a plan. One of the salespeople would go out the next day, right before the the man would show up, so that he could get into the Cadillac and wait for the man's return. The salesman, Bill, waited for the man to show up. He never showed up. Not that day, the next day, or even the day after. Bill finally gave up and stopped waiting for him. In the next few weeks, several people stopped to check out the Cadillac, but wheh the tried to take it for a test drive, it would never start up. It was checked from one end to another, but a problem was never found. Even odder, the car would start up just fine whenever there were no interested customers around. One morning when Bill was at the dealership alone, he glanced out the office window and to his surprise, there was the man in black. Bill didn't even bother to get up, instead he continued with his paperwork and forgot about it. A few minutes later, he heard the bell on the door ring, meaning that someone had entered his office. Much to his surprise, it was the man in black. The man was tall, lean and somewhere between 65-75 years old. He was incredibly pale. Pulling out his wallet, he laid twenty- thousand dollars on the table. Bill smiled, "So you finally decided to buy the car, eh?" The man showed no signs of response, just the same blank look on his face. Bill showed him where to sign on the paperwork and told him where to write where he wanted his Cadilac delivered to. The pale man left without a word. Later that day, after the car had been cleaned up, Bill's partner Keith came in. He was stunned to hear that the man had finally bought the car- and in cash! Keith went off to deliver the car. The car turned on with no problem and tried to remember where the street was that the man had written down. The paper said Lot #3, Oakwood Drive. That couldn't be right, Keith thought, the address given was in the middle of a cemetary. There was no phone number to call the man on. He stopped at a pay phone to look up the man's name, but it wan't there. He found lot #3, feeling foolish, and looked around for the man who'd bought it. There was no one there. Keith decided to go to the office and wait for the man to call. As he turned, he saw the headstone in front of him, and part of the name. He shuddered as he realized that the name matched the one on the headstone. Theb name matched, so did the birthdate. The date of death was about one week before the man had bought the Cadillac. Keith decided that it was purely coincidence. Keith drove back to office to talk to Bill. Keith told him all about the address and the name. Bill didn't believe him. "I guess all we can do is wait for the man to call." The days they waited quickly turned into weeks. There was no call. The man never came back. |