While none of these are car stories, they are all 100% true and happened. You can ask any of the people involved.
Story Number 1:
I and two of my friends, Ahmad and Gabby, are driving down NY-96 East at about 11:45 on night, when all of a sudden we all get this really really wierd, eerie, chilly feeling, and none of us want to be there any more. The next night, at the same time, there was an accident, same spot, 3 college students were killed, 2 male, 1 female. We decide, in all our bored college intelligence, to venture back there about a week later, about the same time, similar conditions, kinda misty, and we get the same feeling, dont wanna see whats ahead, so I pull an e-brake u-turn in my Lifted Pathfinder and barrell down the road in the other direction at like 70mph.
Story Number 2:
I'm sitting alone at my computer one night in my townhouse at school. I was the only person home at the time, when I hear the toilet flush. I was like OK, WTF!?! . Then, after a couple minutes, I decide it was just RITs crappy plumbing and go back to staring at VWVortex (not homework ). Turn my music back up and find some thread that's interesting, when all of a sudden, the room gets real cold and my music turns off. Not just ends, but the volume knob is turned off. I have one of those Creative computer speaker setups with the little knoby job that clicks when its shut off, and I heard that click. At this point, I was a little wierded out, because there had been other weird things happening at this house before (but I'll get into that later). I turn it back on, and not 30 seconds later I feel a cold, hard, bony hand on my shoulder, feels almost skeletal, and I barely hear and almost inaudible, Stop that racket! At which point I almost crapped myself. I swung around, to see who was there, felt my hand contact something, but saw what can only be described as an area of distortion of the rest of the stuff in the room. It was like a smaller version of a little old lady (Ok, I'm not sleeping tonight... ), but not really, it was humanoid in shape, but nothing was defined. I stared at it for what seemed like 15 minutes, but was really about a blink, and then it vanished. The room then returns to its original temperature. I'm sure it wasnt just a chill, because I could actually see condensation building on the windows, and I could see my breath. I went outside, and at that point, my roommate had just pulled in. I told him what happened, and he said, ok, now that makes 2 of us, lets get the hell out of here. I didnt sleep for 3 days.
I'm sitting in a tent one night with my cousin, Justin. We're camping in some creepy ass woods in NC and decide to find out why these woods are so creepy. So Justin decides to do a subconscious connection to see if there are any loose spirits in the area and sure enough, there were. So I'm thinking to myself, alright, all you ****ing ghosts, get the hell out of here. Then, on the paper that my cousin was doing the subconscious connection thing appeared. "NO, DANIEL MARTIN, YOU GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE." It was in red ink. My cousin was using pencil. Also, he is left handed, and it was very obviously written by someone who was right handed. Very very scary.
Before that, however, we were being dumb and testing these *spirits* out. I held up my drivers license behind my back, I was facing my cousin, so that he couldnt see it. Then I audibly asked, what is my drivers license number, anyone can answer this. My cousin responds, I don't know, can someone help. Then he writes it, onto the paper, exactly as it appears on the license. There is no way that he could've known my number, since VA doesn't use SSNs, I don't even know my number...
Not really a story, but I was at my Grandfather's house today looking for a tarp. He passed away March 13th (9 years to the day, and exactly 6 months before his 90th birthday) after my grandma died) in the family room (he called in the Rumpus Room). Now, I'm wandering around, looking for it, and I swear I *hear* him ask, "what are you looking for Danny?" I was there with my friend, so I didn't want to wierd him out, so I said "A tarp, a tarp, where would a tarp be?" And the whole time I was there, there was this strange kind of warm, comfortable feeling there, except in the baseball room (my grandfather had a huge collection of autographed baseballs, and he had a whole room for them, we called it, for obvious reasons, the baseball room), that place was cold as ice, very still, and musty. He hadn't gone in there in over 2 years. (Ok, so, I'm getting chills again...)
There is one more, but I will not tell it. Just the thought of this is going to keep me up all night.