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Drop a Dime....

Submitted by "Mikey A."
Hailing from: New Brunswick Canada
Where it happened: Grand Lake New Brunswick Canada
Posted on: 3/22/06

My Brother and I and a few friends of ours decided to go strawberry picking in Grand Lake New Brunswick Canada, on our way back home we were driving in a small blue car and we hit a bump on the road and the car flipped four times.

I was the luckiest one in the car. My brother and I were not wearing seat belts. We got out of the car and there was gas spilling out of the tank. Good thing there wasn't a spark because we all would of went up in flames.

I had strawberries on my back and they thought I was bleeding. The next day my dad went back to the accident site and found two dimes next to each other 1977 the year I was born and 1973 the year my brother was born.

My grandad saved all of our lives when I die I am going to thank him cause it is a miracle that we are living today.
 

 There is a phenomenon known to involve copper pennies (American) left at odd places by the dearly departed. This seems to be a variation on the same theme.. Very interesting!

Drive on By....

Submitted by "DENNIS A AMBROSE."
Hailing from: Vineland NJ
Where it happened: Southern NJ
Posted on: 3/22/06

Ron and I had been good friends for many years. My daughter and I were on our way for lunch after buying her new school clothes. It was 12 noon as we entered an intersection at a red light.

I saw my friend Ron turning the corner, laughing and waving at me. The pick up truck he was driving I did not recognize. The inner cab of the truck was covered in a light fog or mist. Ron keep waving to me as he drove out of sight.

My daughter Jennifer did not see Ron. I thought that was strange. She was looking right at him while we were stopped.
 

The next day I got a phone call from a friend. He said Ron had been killed in his home by an intruder. I asked what time was he killed. My friend said about 8 in the morning. The newspaper the following day also stated about 8 a.m. I saw Ron at noon time. It was about four hours after he died. The truck I saw Ron driving turned out to belong to the man who murdered him.
 

Wow! Great story! Thanks for your submission!

Lonely Old Man....

Submitted by "Hayley."
Hailing from: Pierre SD      
Where it happened: Pierre SD
Posted on: 3/22/06

I used to live in a reservation town when I was five years old. My mom had rented a newly built apartment in a building that was just barely finished with construction.

I was the only child at the time, and so I used to just play by myself. When my mom was downstairs cooking or cleaning, she would tell me to stay out of her way. That's when my room became my favorite place. In the corner of my room, I was playing with my kitchen set. That's when something or someone had made a sound in the hallway. I didn't mind until that someone called out my name.

That someone called it out in a high-pitch, at first I thought it was my mom, but when "it" said my name again "it" scared me a little. Then "it" started to say Hayley come here... I would just ignore it and continue playing.

After a few days "it" must of got mad because "it" would start show itself to me at night. I didn't really see its face, but in the shadow's he had long hair, because the head leaned over and his hair just fell to the side. Just like that I could tell it was a man. He would ask me if he could play with me sometimes. I didn't really care because I just ignored him.

Then one night he showed himself to me and he was the ugliest man I ever seen. I could remember that he was dark brown skin tone, with a shriveled looking face. He had long black hair, with a feather hanging on the left side of his head. He just smiled, at that same moment I was screaming at the top of my lungs!!

My mom came in, and thought I just had a bad dream. But when I went to lay with her for the rest of the night, he was in the hallway calling my name. I knew my mom could hear him, because she kept the light on all night. The next day she filed a complaint to the landlord about things she couldn't explain. And he said that he believed her, it was because four other resident's had filed similar complaints about ghosts in their houses.

When I used the internet to look up Eagle Butte's background, it had turned out that the apartment building was built on top of an old Lakota burial cemetery.
 

Thanks for the submission Hayley! I love Lakota ghost stories so I always am on the look-out for more! the fact that you saw the man's face means he was not an evil entity. Probably just a lonely spirit looking for someone to visit with. Had his face been blank or black with only eyes peering out then you would have been in deep trouble!

Kitchen Banshee....

Submitted by "Darren H."
Hailing from: Lecompton KS
Where it happened: Lecompton KS
Posted on: 3/22/06

Mainly my encounters started out as just a one person encounter in the kitchen.  One night after work I had gone into my kitchen around 3 in the morning and got a drink, but when I walked a little ways away from my fridge, I heard a faint wailing scream, I shrugged it off thinking nothing of it. A few nights later, I heard the noise again much louder, it sounded like some wretched shattered scream.

The next time I heard the scream, I froze, trembling in fear with chills up and down my spine. I finally got the nerve to move and ran into my parent's room to tell them about it, of course they thought I was nuts.

A few months later I was able to overcome my terror to hear the screaming voice in the kitchen. The only thing now was trying to locate the scream in front of my family members who still thought I was crazy. My mother finally heard it herself while she was alone in the house.  Later my sister heard it while standing near the refrigerator.

So far it has been friendly (meaning it has not attacked any of us yet) but the sound is absolutely horrifying, and I find myself asking what it wants but it never answers, ever!
 

Sounds as if you have a Banshee type phenomenon. Has anyone in your family passed away or is anyone ill? This could be an omen of some type warning you and your family of impending disaster.

The Mechanic....

Submitted by "Terri Houglin."
Hailing from: Louisville, KY
Where it happened: Louisville, KY
Posted on:3/22/06

On January 31, 2004, my 19 year old son was late getting home...I was laying in bed worried about where he was. I'm a nurse, and so you can imagine my thoughts. I didn't know whether to be mad or worried. Around 3:15 AM, I heard the front door slam and then heard my son running up the stairs. He came into my room, tapped me on the shoulder and said "there's ghost on Palatka Road".

I remember saying something like "oh really?". He then tapped me again and said "I saw it". Thinking he and his friends were trading stories, I rolled over and tried to go to sleep. He then started crying, and said "Mom, you're not listening to me! He touched me!"

I then sat up, disturbed by what he was trying to say. He related to me that his car had died on the way home, hence his late arrival. He said that he popped the hood and was leaning in over the drivers side front wheel. He felt a cold sensation on his right side, thinking it was just cold air, he ignored it. Then it gripped his side.
He stood up and turned to see a man standing behind him. He said he saw the man returning his arm to his side after touching him. He then focused on the man's face, saying that he had "kind eyes" and a moustache.
Although the man never said a word, my son got the distinct "get out" from the man. My son then said he noticed he could see the trees of a local park through the man, and with that realization, the man simply vanished.
 

My son got back in his car (he was scared to death and trying to cope with what he had just seen). When he cranked the engine, the car that had been dead (pardon the pun!) started instantly. When he got home, I researched the web looking for a possible car accident in the area. I had no luck.
 

Then I searched for murders in the area. Lo and behold, an article was found about a man who was shot while trying to help his friend during a burglary. Before the picture in the article fully loaded, my son said "That's him, that's the man I saw!" Sure enough, it was a picture of the victim. He had a moustache and very kind eyes. The article relates that the man "tinkered" with cars, and was the type to do anything for a friend or stranger.

His murder happened in the same area where my son was at. Is this strange or what? My son NEVER believed in ghosts, and now he says that he will never laugh at anyone again for believing in ghosts.
 

Thanks for the story! I think I will add this one to our "Bad Roads" section with our next update.

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