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My story means a lot to me, it is the only thing that has ever happened to me that I cannot wholly explain. It took place just last summer, with a best friend of mine, Angela (name has been changed - sk). We decided to go driving that night, to a local park and reservoir. As we turned into the park, I felt fine. I drove about half a mile and passed a narrow bridge. I, being the passenger, was simply enjoying the scenery, it was about 10:00 p.m. and it was a very beautiful evening, full moon, a little hazy. All of the sudden, about a quarter mile away from the bridge, she slammed on the brakes, as if she was about to hit something in the road. Knowing this, I quickly looked forward, toward the road, expecting a person or a rabbit or something like that, but saw nothing unusual. I was confused, I asked her why she stopped so suddenly, she simply did not say a thing. I turned to her and she looked like she saw a ghost. She looked at me and said: "I thought I hit someone." She was shaking and I tried my best to comfort her. Soon, we continued slowly. After about a mile into the park, I felt funny. I felt as if something was following us, something was "flying" after us, gaining and gaining. I looked at Angela and could tell that she knew it too, she was really scared. This was the first time I have ever felt this feeling before, this emotion, this pure fear, but not really fear, it was a numbing fear, I simply lowered my head, grabbed the door handle, and just slouched there, not able to speak, almost as if I knew what was going on. I was so overwhelmed with a strange, nervous, fear of the unknown. I felt the presence get closer and closer, until it stopped, and I felt as if I had turned white. I looked at Angela and she said: "We are not alone." I nodded, speechless. I felt someone in our back seat. You know that feeling, if you are in a room, and close your eyes, you know you are not alone, your senses give it away. Well, I just knew someone was in our back seat. I didn't have the courage to look but I knew. I then got a picture in my mind, I could picture the back seat, and a woman sitting in it. She was tall, thin, long brown stringy hair, bony. She had a dress on, just a haltertop. She sat perfectly still, hands in her lap. I pictured this in my mind. We drove on, faster, and all of a sudden we felt nothing. The presence was gone. Angela turned to me, and I said to her: "There was someone in our back seat." She said: "yes" She was visibly afraid. She said: "I almost hit her, that is what I almost hit" then I said: "She was tall," she finished my sentence: "thin and bony," I said: "Long brown hair," I thought stringy and past her shoulders, and she said it: "Stringy and past her shoulders." I said: "She was behind your seat," I thought hands folded, she said: "hands folded." She finished my every sentence, and I finished hers, we described someone we had both "seen". I didn't physically see her but my mind somehow knew. I said: "She was wearing a dress" and she described it just as I knew it was. We drove off, not talking anymore. Keep in mind, the only times we ever talked where in quotation marks. I didn't say anything after she stopped. I didn't say that I thought that we were being followed. She looked scared when I felt the presence following us but our first words were when she said we were not alone. Most of the information was either put into our minds or just "commonly" known by only us. Later that night, I was freaked out, and happy at the same time. I thought, finally, I have the proof I've always wanted. Being an artist, I wanted to capture it, so I drew what I had seen. I drew Angela's back seat, and a woman in it, tall, lanky, long hair, dress to the best of my ability. I gave it to her, a few days later, and she just stared at it. She confirmed that it was exactly what she saw. She gave it to her mother some time later, and about a week and a half later, I received a phone call at the local pool hall by her mother. She said I drew her dead sister. Now, I never knew she had a dead sister. She said I drew her perfectly, same likeness, and same dress she wore on her last day on earth too. Same bony structure and really tall. She said that her sister died a horrible death, which included being dragged three miles over train tracks, being beaten, hacked and raped and finally dumped in a river. She said that our experience had been a warning, that we weren't supposed to get out of the car. I don't know. To this day, I don't know why we were visited, but my friend Angela doesn't seem to regard it as anything special anymore. I am stupefied at how something like this, so amazing, so frightening, can so easily be forgotten. Maybe fear has a way of losing itself in our many, many halls of memory. skeptika's note: There have been a few tales of friendly hauntings. The idea of a ghost or spirit imprinting its image in a person's mind is rather unique though. Has anyone else had similar experiences? |
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