Thinning of the Veils (based on a true story)

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Do you believe in ghosts? How about spirits? Experienced them yourself? Well let me tell you why I became a believer. One night back in high school I was just sixteen years old and a new driver; my best friend and I were running late for curfew. My mother was extremely strict and I was afraid to face her wrath of being late. We had seen a movie and didn’t realize it had been 3 hours long and we had twenty minutes to make an almost hour drive home. So of course being late at night on a lonely highway, I figured it’s best to go 75-80 mph so we weren’t too late.

As we were speeding down the road, we saw a vehicle pull out from a side road just up the way from my Mothers old high school. It appeared and disappeared as quickly as our eyes could see. I turned to my friend and asked her to make sure I wasn’t delusional. She also had seen it, the headlights & tail lights too. The crazy part was when we got to the “road”, nothing but fields with a guardrail all the way to the giant hill that had been carved out to build the road. With no road accessing the foggy highway, I immediately slowed down before entering the carved out rocky hill. It seemed to get foggier as we went and at this point we both were in tears almost fearful of what we had just experienced.

I was only going about 20 mph at that point, slowing down some 50 mph. Good thing I had done so as well… hiding amongst the fog was a deer. A real life buck with a rack of ten points or more. Mind you, living in the country many people hit deer on a nightly basis. I had heard horror stories of deer jumping through the window and carving people up with their hooves. Many people I personally knew had run-ins with deer, and not the greatest of outcomes.

We were so white in the face and scared of what just happened, we no longer cared about curfew. I cried the rest of the way home. Keep in mind this was back in the mid nighties, so we had zero cell phones to call for help. Would anyone believe us, we thought?

It took a good part of an hour to finish the drive home while moving way below the speed limit. When we arrived, I knew my Mother had to be awake and either mad that I was late, or fearful something had happened to us because I was never late for curfew. Tears streaming down my face, face white as a ghost, we almost ran inside the house. My Mother took one look at us both and said “wow what happened? You both look as if you have seen a ghost!” I was so worked up but finally was able to speak enough to tell her what we had just gone through. At this point she was also in tears. I asked why she was crying too. She goes on to explain why she was crying.

Apparently when I told her it was close to the high school that she had gone to; she went on to explain back when she was in high school what had happened. Well attending high school she had some friends that had just gotten the new vehicles and boys being boys they decided to play chicken on this one strip of highway where the rocks were cut through. She stopped for a second trying to catch your breath because she was crying harder at this point. She goes on to explain that when her friends had decided to play chicken with each car full, four people in each car, they also saw a deer in the same spot I had.

Unfortunately their experience didn’t end up as lucky as mine. When they saw the deer both cars swerved to miss it and crashed into the rocky cliffs. Not one survivor, both cars were completely demolished; after being found early the next morning, the bodies were almost unidentifiable. The deer had been hit by the swirling vehicle… painting the rocks and road red with blood.

So this only made me freak out more knowing that what we had just experienced was real, it had to have been. Was it a ghost car? Was it the teens from the accident? Did the car appear so that I was slow down and not crash into the rocks or the deer? Was the deer even real or was it also a ghost? So many questions we had, with no one to give us real answers.

That night I found out that my Mother had a ton of experiences with ghosts and that’s why she never allowed us to watch movies such as Poltergeist. The veils were very thin that late October evening. Thank goodness the look of fear on my face only persuaded my Mother I couldn’t have been lying. After hearing her horrific story about the bloody mess left after the teens crashed, I became a believer.