There have been numerous stories of people seeing cars going down the road without drivers.

    It is unnerving when it happens, but it has been witnessed too many times to be discounted as one’s imagination.

    I was driving home from a party in the local mountains. It was a full moon and the road didn’t look as dark and dangerous. I had driven this road several times, but it had some places I didn’t especially like. There were several blind curves and a few hairpin twists. I was planning to take it slow and easy. My friend Marsha and her sister, Gloria were riding with me.

    Gloria was talking about the party and how she swore she saw a ghost of a man in a military uniform. Marsha kept the conversation going wondering about the military uniform and the possibility it could be one of their relatives. I was watching the road and not paying too much attention to their conversation.

    I knew there had been military camps in the mountains at one time. I wondered if it was military or police or some other group that wore uniforms of some sort.

    Behind me were bright lights. I planned to take the first turn out I came to in order for the car to pass. The high beams flashed. I wasn’t going to speed up, the road was too dangerous for that. I signaled for the turn out and barely got off the pavement when the car sped up and passed us.

    I got back on the road and was now following the car that was in such a hurry moments earlier.

    It was going slowly. My headlights lit up the interior of the vehicle ahead, Marsha screamed and pointed. Gloria said, “There’s no one driving the car!”

    It was true, no driver was behind the wheel of the car.

    We debated between passing the car or just following at a snails pace.

    Just as I started to pass on a straight away, the car ahead of us sped up. I eased back behind the car. It once again slowed its pace.

    “What’s going on,” Marsha asked. “This isn’t normal.”

    Gloria and I agreed it was strange, but my goal was to get us safely down the mountain.

    “Oh good, he’s pulling over,” Marsha remarked.

    I wasn’t too sure. I felt the ghost car ahead was playing with me. I sped up, encouraged to pass by Marsha, when the car cut in front of me. Our bumpers almost touched.

    This was getting nerve racking.

    Marsha put a CD in the player, what we heard was not music, but demonic sound of laughter.

    It chilled me to the bone. I could hear Marsha’s teeth shattering and could see her body shaking in the seat next to me.

    I ejected the CD. Gloria did her best to distract her sister and encouraged her to put in another CD. Marsha refused. I didn’t care if we had music or not. I didn’t want to hear any more sounds from the dead.

    Gloria found a CD she wanted to hear. She leaned over the seat and put it in the player.

    There was a strange sound like a flat tire. The car was fine. We didn’t have a flat, but it was an unnerving sound. Then there was a scream and a crash. The car ahead vanished.

    Music was later coming out of the CD player. All seemed normal again.

    We were shaken up by this experience. As soon as we got down the mountain, we stopped at the nearest all night restaurant for coffee.

    When we walked inside, the manager said, “You ladies look like you saw a ghost.”

    Gloria was the first to speak, “We believe we did. We had the strangest experience.”

    He signaled for a waitress. She brought us coffee.

    The manager slid in the booth beside me and asked, “Did you just come down the mountain?”

    We nodded. Gloria seemed to be the only one of us who could speak.

    “Yes, it was the strangest thing,” she began. “A car without a driver passed us and then slowed down and wouldn’t allow us to pass it.”

    “It wasn’t only that,” I said. “My CD player wasn’t working properly.”

    The manager seemed interested, “What did you hear?”

    Marsha explained about the demonic laughter.

    Gloria add, “On another CD we heard thumps like a flat tire, then a scream and a crash. It was awful.”

    The waitress brought us each a piece of pie and refilled our coffee mugs.

    “Rita,” the manager said getting up and gesturing for her to take his seat. “Tell these ladies your experience coming down the mountain.”

    She explained that a couple of years ago, she and her husband were coming down the mountain when the car ahead of them blew a tire and went across the road and down into the canyon.

    They immediately reported it. They went back with flashlights, but didn’t see the vehicle in the canyon.

    When the police and emergency vehicles arrived, they scanned the canyon, but found nothing. They canvassed the area, but there was nothing to be found.

    “One of the paramedics,” Rita explained, “told us a few times a year they get calls about a car running off the road or a car without a driver passing them.”

    “Was it after midnight?” Marsha asked.

    “Yes, it was.”

    We decided it must be residual energy that plays out the horrible accident. Although we didn’t see the car cross the road and go into the canyon, the two events seemed to be similar enough to be the same accident. Rita didn’t have trouble with the CD player or hear anything. She didn’t recall hearing a sound when the tire blew or screeching of tires or screams or the crash.

    I made a mental note not to drive down the mountain after midnight on a full moon or any other night.

    I do hope you enjoyed this Real Ghost Story. I would be interested to hear your comments on the subject — or if you’ve had a similar experience.

    Thanks for stopping by!

    Sharon