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I can't believe I'm telling this story because I almost can't believe it happened to me. It happened during my junior year of High School. Me and a group of friends were going to the beach to go drinking. We took my best friend's van and started down Topanga road which is a stretch of highway leading to Malibu beach. It was really late, around 2 in the morning and there were no cars around. All of a sudden the driver saw a figure following our car. We all looked and noticed that there was a man dressed in 18th Century clothes, looking like he got burnt in a fire, chasing our car. He was following pretty close which was really wierd because we were going at a speed of about 40 miles per hour. One of the guys in our group was already drunk and he thought this was some kind of a joke. He started to yell at the figure. Then all of a sudden, another guy in our group started yelling "Stop!" and he got down on the floor of the van crying and clutching his ears. We didn't know who he was talking to, since he wasn't looking at anyone. In fact, he had his eyes closed. When we finally got to the beach, the figure was gone. We asked the guy who had been crying what had happened to him. He told us that the ghost had been talking to him telepathically and was saying, "I am the maker, I am the messiah" over and over in his head. Someone else told me that the same thing had happened to her parents on the same road. I know this story is very hard to believe. Most people who have heard it don't believe it, but I can tell you that it's a true story because I have experienced it first hand. |
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