READERS TALES
A Great
Story!
(NOTE: This story was submitted October 27, 2000.)
I have one great story that happened only a little over a week ago. I was
driving out in the Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania, near Wellsboro. I was with my friend,
Cyn, who has had a multitude of such experiences. We were actually doing some work with
another haunt of a missing girl, but this hit us out of the blue. We were approaching a
little old logging camp named Leetonia and Cyn started to get a severe case of the chills,
as if someone had just passed through her body. I was already tense, as it had been a
strange night on country back roads in general (I was driving).
We left Leetonia and was heading back to Route Six, the major road through
the canyon. Around the bend of the curve we both noticed a small light waving back
and forth. It ended up being a woman who was trying to flag us down to stop for her. Her
face was illuminated, it was heart shaped and broad. She had on a short blue sweater with
a v-neck and jeans. She approached the car casually. Cyn, however would not let me stop,
she knew something was not right. The woman came to my side of the car, the driver's side.
I was fixated on her face which continued to glow even when she got out of the headlights.
Her face twisted into an ungodly rage. Her mouth was moving, and I heard her say, in a
little girl's voice, "Please stop". Her mouth didn't match the words that I
heard. Cyn didn't even see her mouth moving, and didn't hear anything. Cyn just forced me
to keep driving.
Time slowed down. It seemed like she (the ghost) was hovering by my moving
car forever. She was so angry; she raised both of her fists and was about to strike the
roof of my car. I just focused my attention on driving and left the ghost behind. At that
point, because it seemed so real, I wasn't sure what I had just experienced. Soon I saw a
cabin that looked like it had it's lights on, I wondered why, if she was real, she hadn't
gone there for help. Not far from the cabin we saw her truck, crashed into the soma trees
on the opposite side of the road. There were no lights or movement from the truck, it
seemed like it had been that way for hours. We felt like we were being pursued, like she
wanted us to crash into the trees and die, like she did. To be good Samaritans we found
the closest diner which had to forty-five minutes away and made a report to the police.
But we, Cyn and I, were both convinced of what we saw. We waited long enough at the diner
to see the police car go by to check out the accident. The next day the police called to
say that there was nothing to be found, no car, no woman, no signs of an accident.
There also seemed to be a case of lost time. I had checked the clock at
8:09 PM and we weren't even in Leetonia yet. But the police said that we called from the
diner at ten minutes to nine at night. That means we had to have drove more than twenty
miles, on country dirt roads, which were very slippery that night, in less than an hour.
Even in broad daylight that would be impossible, especially on these roads. We still don't
know who the woman was or how she ended up on Leetonia Road that night she died, but I
will never forget her.
-Unsigned-
