The Phantom Car
It was 1970, I was a kid of ten years old, and we lived on a farmyard in South Lanarkshire. As a kid of ten years old, I experienced paranormal things I couldn’t explain.
Anyway, one day I was playing in the farmyard, and I looked down the drive. There was nothing to see. Nothing unusual anyway. It was a day with sunshine and showers, which I can clearly remember. As I walked back from the drive and into the house, I suddenly heard a car. I looked round and saw a 1930s car. Where did it come from? I didn’t see it coming up the drive a few moments earlier.
The car stopped for a couple of moments. I couldn’t make out the driver of the car, I could only make out a shadowy face. I just stood trying to make out the shadowy face. Whatever I was looking at in the car seemed to be lost and confused. Then the shadowy face glanced at me for a couple of seconds, then turned around and sped of down the drive again. I ran to the drive, but the car had completely gone. Vanished into thin air.
I ran back into the house to tell my mom what I saw, but she said I was just imagining things. I told her I didn’t imagine it, and reminded her that she said sometimes she heard a car during the night. She said, now that you come to think of it, she did sometimes hear the faint sound of a car engine during the night. She asked if I was sure I saw the car. I said I was.
That night, there was a heavy thunderstorm. The lightning lit up the night sky. It didn’t really bother me, and my parents were asleep, so I didn’t disturb them, but I got up to look at the lightning out the window. I swear I saw someone wandering about in the yard. With every flash of lightning, I could make out the figure was really quite tall. The figure seemed to walk out of my sight, then I heard the faint sound of a car engine, I couldn’t make out car headlights, as there was a lot of lightning that night. It was really scary.
I mentioned it to my parents the next morning, but they just said I was just imagining things. I was glad when we moved away from that old farmhouse. Years later into adulthood, I still can remember these strange happenings, and the memory of that farmhouse still gives me the creeps.
