this is an encounter / experience i had when i was much younger.

I grew up out in the country and there is this old car that is next to creek that runs under the driveway. This car as far as I can remember has been mostly buried under ground with one side of it showing. The inside is completely filled with dirt the windows were gone.

I would ask my dad about it and he just said “it’s old and not to mess with it.” Now my brothers had other ideas. They would go climb on the car, throw rocks at it, and try to take parts off of it. My brothers also liked to tell me that it was a married couple who died in that car. Something about they were driving late at night and lost control of the car and it ended up in the ditch on the OPPOSITE side of the creek from where the road was. Meaning the car had to drive through the creek to get to where it remains. They would tell me that the husband haunted the area. If you watched for him late at night you could see him walking around the front yard looking for his wife.

Now I was maybe 8 or 9 when they were telling me this and I FIRMLY believe in ghosts and spirits. I shared a room with my little sister and I slept on the top bunk bed. Our bedroom window faced the front yard. You could see the dirt hill and all of the front yard to the beginning of the tree line. The car sat just beyond the tree line. I use to lay in my bed and stare out the window. I was normally in bed by 830 because I had a bedtime.

I remember the first time I saw something in the front yard. There was this person walking from the tree line toward the house. I could clearing see it was a person and that they were walking toward the house. I turned away from my window and then looked back and they were GONE. I got out of bed and got my dad. Because dads aren’t scared of anything. He put me back in bed and closed the blinds. He then went and yelled at my brothers for scaring me. The next night I saw the same thing, only this time it seemed to sort of glow a little. I just went straight to my dad and told him. He went and got my brothers and they got in trouble again.

The third night that this happened. I decided I would just yell at my brothers in the morning. When I got up and went to confront them about it. They denied it. They hadn’t gone outside because they didn’t want to get in any more trouble with dad. Well if it wasn’t them who was it. That night I stare at the spot that this person would come from and sure enough here came the person just walking toward the house, with this slight glow. I turned away and then looked back and I watched him FADE!

I did not see anything for about another week. Then when I saw it again it got closer to the house before it faded away. Mind you I lived out in the country and the tree line was a good 200 or 300 feet from the house and maybe a good 400 feet from my window. Each night that I saw this person the fading away would happen later and closer to the house.

The night that I won’t ever forget, was when I was lying in bed I woke up to a tapping noise. I didn’t have a clock or anything because my dad always woke me up for school. I was facing the wall that the bunk bed was against which is opposite the window. I rolled over half asleep and there was a man’s face in my window and this man was tapping on the window. I SCREAMED!!! This woke up my little sister and my dad came running into the room. While I was screaming the man FADED away. I told my dad that there was a man at my window and that he just disappeared. This window is not one that someone could be standing on the ground and be looking in. The window is more than 10 feet off the ground and the ground slopes down outside it. There would have to be a ladder so something to stand on. My dad got his gun and went outside to check. There was nothing. He came back into my room where I had sadly peed myself because I was so scared. My mom had to change my sheets and everything. I ended up sleeping on the bottom bunk with my sister that night. My dad closed the blinds on the window.

I was terrified of going to bed with the blinds open. I woke up every night for a week to a tapping noise on my window. I never turned and faced the window because I was afraid of what I would see. You can blame this on my imagination, but I know it was the ghost of someone and I know he wanted me to invite him in.