Do ghosts really walk the earth? And where do they
walk? These seemed like silly ideas and questions from
childrens scary stories, but not anymore to me. Let me start with what was an urban legend from the
whole of my island, to a smack in the face 'so this is real' experience.
About 4 months ago my wife and I were driving out to our honeymoon getaway. It was a 2 1/2 hour drive at night,
but we didn't care as long as we were together. As luck would have it we hit a traffic jam at the highest road
on the Island called "The Cayey Heights". Normally you can drive past this area in less than 20 minutes, but with
traffic your stuck for well over an hour.
After about 15 minutes into the traffic jam my wife
grips onto my arm and begins to shake. I look at her and
ask what is wrong, but her eyes are glued to the rail on
the side of the road. Then she says, "honey tell me you see
him". I look at the rail and just say "see who?" Her hands
tremble and she says..... "Him... the guy sitting there....
the hitchhiker...". Again I look and I say I don't see
anyone but she looks straight at me and says "Don't look!
He's looking this way and coming over!" I look in all
directions of the car and I didn't see anyone.
Then my wife starts to ramble "Honey I'm going
crazy... I'm going crazy... get me a pill, get me a
doctor... please I'm going insane" saying this while she
pulled at my arm and trembling. A couple of times I had to
scream at her and shake her to keep her from going
hysterical. Then she looked in the back seat and
said. "He's in here... in the back seat." I looked back but
saw no one, but this was to intense for me to think nothing
was going on. All the while the traffic jam started to pick
up pace.
So I logically asked my wife questions about the guy
in the back seat. She wouldn't look back but could see him
in the rear view mirror. He was a young guy with ripped
jeans, ripped white T-shirt and had no eyes in his sockets
and looked transparent. All he kept doing was look at his
watch and became more and more desperate every time he saw
it. He started to shake his head and complain although we
couldn't hear him.
My wife was terrified, I had kept my
cool until the ghost had reached for me. All I felt was
cold in the back of my head, neck and shoulders. I couldn't
see what was touching me but my wife assured me he was
edging me on to hurry up. Then he had reached for my wife
to hurry her up, that turned me into a believer when I saw
my wife's hair being lifted by an unseen hand.
We were at that point out of the traffic jam and
moving at a good pace, the guy was more at ease now that we
were moving. Then we were arriving at a monument on the
road which the ghost kept pointing at. My wife practically
yelled for me to pull over.
As soon as we stopped I looked at the back seat and saw no one, but when I looked over to
my wife I saw here glued to her window waving good bye. She
looked over to me and asked me if that part of the
ghost hitchhiker stories are true then we know what to do.
So I popped the trunk and pulled out our bags and threw them
in the back seat.
Well according to the rest of the urban
legend, ghosts cannot hitchhike if there are no free seats
available inside the car.
If anyone has had an experience similar to this one,
please e-mail me: at licia069@hotmail.com
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