If your neighborhood has been around since before the 90's, you probably have heard of a street being haunted. Sometimes it is a house that people refuse to go near. Sometimes a hitchhiking ghost that doesn't want to go home. Sometimes by a car that no one can actually see.
My street has such a ghost story. A ghost car if you can believe in it. No one has actually seen it but somehow everyone knows one exists. It is said that it vanishes just before it gets to the power pole. You're supposed to be able to see it at any time of day, especially in the evening just before dusk.
I was sitting outside on my porch petting one of the neighborhood cats. The day was cold with sheets of ice laying everywhere. The road was solid white and my sloping front yard was a morbid form a slip N slide.
I was contented making sure the cats were OK in the weather and enjoying the crisp quiet when the cat in my lap started to freak out. This particular one was not known to hiss and growl like he was doing. I tried to console him and calm him down. I looked around to see what he was trying to warn off when I saw it.
A yellow Volkswagen beetle roaring down the street. It was going much too fast for conditions. Worry made me stand up and put the cat on the porch. He took it as a sign to make a break for it.
I reached for my cell phone in case I had to dial 9-1-1 and looked back at the car. I was about to scream bloody murder when it aimed for the power pole in front of my parents' house. The scream caught in my throat as I watched the car disappear just before it would hit the pole.
The cat came from out of his hiding place. His tail was still fluffed out and I could tell he was still agitated. I sat down on the ice and just stared at nothing. Absolutely nothing!
I have never told anyone what I have seen until now. If you know anything about a Volkswagen beetle that disappears, please do not tell me. If the cat isn't curious, neither am I.
34 years of life below the Mason Dixon line leads to a lot of stories of old and new.