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From Amy: One night as I lay in bed fast asleep, I was awakened by a phone call at approximately 2:30. It was my brother. At first he sounded like he just wanted to chat, but when I realized that it was the middle of the night, I asked him why he called. His voice immediately began to shake, and it became quite obvious that he was very upset. I told him to calm down and tell me what happened, but he was very wary of telling me his story. My brother is a very sceptical person. He has never believed in ghosts or the supernatural...until that night. He told me he called me because he knew that I was the only one that would believe what just happened to him. Having experienced some unexplained phenomena in my lifetime myself, he knew that I wouldn't think he was crazy. My brother worked out of town, in a large city about 40 minutes away. He was the manager at a movie theatre, and finished work after midnight on most nights. To get back home, one could either take the highway directly into our town, or one could take a common route of country back roads. This particular night, when my brother got off work around 1:30, he decided to get off of the highway to take the backroads home. Once the city lights were far behind him, he found himself enjoying the bright moonlit night cruising the backroads in his new car. He made the last turn of his moonlight country drive, this last turn would lead him directly into town. About 150 yards from that last turn towards home is a small cemetery of about 50 graves called Stenabaugh Cemetery. This cemetary is very close to the road. As he approached the cemetery, he saw something from the corner of his eye by the passenger seat. He expected to see nothing when he turned to get a better look, but to his shock, there was indeed something there. A ghostly figure of a man had jumped out from the cemetery and hit the side of his car. He clearly saw an old man looking directly at him through the passenger side window, as if he were holding onto the door from the outside. He swirved his vehicle and almost crashed into the cemetery. He looked over his back seat to see if he had hit something, but there was nothing there. Obviously shaken, my brother tried to collect himself, and sped off towards home. As soon as he walked through his door, he phoned me. I never in my life thought I would hear my brother speak of such things, being the skeptic that he is. I'll never forget the fear in his voice as he spoke to me that night. He told the rest of my family the next day, and they all just laughed at him. He never spoke of it again, but I know that it is still in his mind, as he has never taken those backroads at night again. Another point of interest to this story, a good friend of mine at the time used to live a short distance away from Stenabaugh Cemetery. Years before my brother's ghostly encounter, this friend of mine told me that people in the area were very aware of a man spirit that wandered the cemetery at night, trying to cause people to crash their vehicles. My friend was also a skeptic, until he too ran into this dangerous spirit one evening. A ghostly male apparition had suddenly appeared in the middle of the road and caused him to swirve and crash his car into a nearby field. Fortunately, he survived with only a few bruises, and a bad case of the heebie-jeebies, but if he had swirved his car in a different direction, he could have plowed into a tree or into the marsh across the road, where he would not have been so lucky. |
