The Car

From: Anonymous
Story type: Ghost
Location: At Home
Source: Form Submission

Ever since I was small, I have always felt that I am little perceptive to odd occurences, and I often know if something bad has happened to someone. This freaks me out sometimes and really worries me as it is not a nice feeling to have, but I don't have much choice in the matter.

Now i'm not quite sure when the event in my account happened, but I can remember that my Gran was still alive, so I must have been about eight (i'm now twenty-two). Myself and my family were at my Gran's house one afternoon, and my Grandad and my Dad were talking about cars. Grandad was talking about cars that he had had when he was younger, and then mentioned an old Ford that he had owned. I immediately said that I could remember going to my Aunt's house in this car, and went on to describe the interior and exterior just as I rembered it. At this point, I thought that he had probably owned the car a couple of years previously. Now, my Dad, Mum and Grandad all sat and stared at eachother as I carried on remebering things about the car and where we had been in it.

After I had finished reminiscing, I said what a nice car it had been and asked what had happened to it. My Mum got quite upset and said that I was making it all up and had probably heard someone talking about the car before that day, by now I was quite confused (remember I am only little) and started to cry because everyone was looking at me and saying that I was telling lies. My Dad said that maybe I was thinking of another car that Grandad had had, but my description fitted the old Ford exactly, and I can never remember anyone mentioning it before that day.

It turned out that my Grandad had owned the car about ten years before I was born and subsequently sold it to a local man after a couple of months because it kept breaking down. The other man had only owned it about two months when he was involved in a serious road crash in which his young daughter was killed (Dad seems to remember that she was about six at the time). The scariest thing is that the crash happened in a narrow lane which is on the way to my Aunt's house, which is exactly the part of the journey to my Aunt's that I remebered so clearly.

Since then I often dream of being out in that car, and when I go down Turkey Hall Lane (the road in question) in my own car it feels asthough I am back in the old Ford as a little girl.

Spooky eh........