Brief history:
My grandfather died 1985. He left his car (1976 Camaro, white, 350 4 bbl) to my brother who is two years older than I am. My brother drove the care for a year, got another car and it was in storage for a year until I turned sixteen. I had the car for about 3 months nothing special, I was happy to own a car.
Incident:
One summer day in Ohio I go to my friends house who always had parties, his mom was never there, we could crash on the couch, etc. so it was a great place to party, right? Well, this friend and I go cruising around town all day anticipating the night that was about to unfold. (lots of friends, beer, etc.) He was fifteen at the time and kept asking me to drive the car.
Well, knowing how special this car was and he was only fifteen, I kept telling him, "Yeah, maybe later." I really didn't want him to drive my car, he had no experience and he was underage.
The day drags on and I never gave him permission to drive it. The night comes, people arrive at his house we had a good time.
At about one or so in the morning, party is dead (remember we are 15, 16 ,17
) I was crashed on the couch. I am rudely awakened by my best friend yelling, "Dude, dude took your car and crashed it into a house!" I'm like, "Whatever dude, stop messin' around."
Well, he actually did take my car without permission and with two other people crashed it into a house. He was wasted drunk. Cops, ambulances, fire trucks abound. Parents, omg....bad scene. Totaled car.
The ghost story:
The car didn't have a tape player in the deck. (remember 1987) So to listen to my favorite tapes I had a tape player/radio in the back seat. I had a tape in there. It was a comercial tape of LL Cool J's BAD.
The next day after the "incident" my parents take me to the junk yard to retrieve the few possesions that were left in the car like radio, tapes, etc.
Couple of months down the road I place this LL Cool J tape in a player to listen to some cool jams, right? Well, what happened was apparently this comercial tape recorded the voices of all three ocupants of the night joy ride into a house! Before they even got into the car! You could hear the doors slam shut! The particular song was interrupted by their voices and lasted for about 30 seconds and then kept playing.
It's the most bizzare thing I have ever witnessed. My best friend heard the tape too, so I know I was not hallucinating.
To the skeptics:
To my knowledge you cannot record over a commercial tape unless you put scotch tape over the tabs. (old trick to use a crappy bought tape over again) There was no tape over the tabs.
Conclusion:
To me this proves the existence of paranormal activity. This is a true story. Also this proves the existence of life after death, because I feel my grandfather did this. He loved this car, it was one of his true joys in life. Also in the police report, the friend that wrecked my car said that I gave him permission to drive it. I never did and I feel that ole grandpa was looking out for me.
My grandfather died 1985. He left his car (1976 Camaro, white, 350 4 bbl) to my brother who is two years older than I am. My brother drove the care for a year, got another car and it was in storage for a year until I turned sixteen. I had the car for about 3 months nothing special, I was happy to own a car.
Incident:
One summer day in Ohio I go to my friends house who always had parties, his mom was never there, we could crash on the couch, etc. so it was a great place to party, right? Well, this friend and I go cruising around town all day anticipating the night that was about to unfold. (lots of friends, beer, etc.) He was fifteen at the time and kept asking me to drive the car.
Well, knowing how special this car was and he was only fifteen, I kept telling him, "Yeah, maybe later." I really didn't want him to drive my car, he had no experience and he was underage.
The day drags on and I never gave him permission to drive it. The night comes, people arrive at his house we had a good time.
At about one or so in the morning, party is dead (remember we are 15, 16 ,17
) I was crashed on the couch. I am rudely awakened by my best friend yelling, "Dude, dude took your car and crashed it into a house!" I'm like, "Whatever dude, stop messin' around." Well, he actually did take my car without permission and with two other people crashed it into a house. He was wasted drunk. Cops, ambulances, fire trucks abound. Parents, omg....bad scene. Totaled car.
The ghost story:
The car didn't have a tape player in the deck. (remember 1987) So to listen to my favorite tapes I had a tape player/radio in the back seat. I had a tape in there. It was a comercial tape of LL Cool J's BAD.
The next day after the "incident" my parents take me to the junk yard to retrieve the few possesions that were left in the car like radio, tapes, etc.
Couple of months down the road I place this LL Cool J tape in a player to listen to some cool jams, right? Well, what happened was apparently this comercial tape recorded the voices of all three ocupants of the night joy ride into a house! Before they even got into the car! You could hear the doors slam shut! The particular song was interrupted by their voices and lasted for about 30 seconds and then kept playing.
It's the most bizzare thing I have ever witnessed. My best friend heard the tape too, so I know I was not hallucinating.
To the skeptics:
To my knowledge you cannot record over a commercial tape unless you put scotch tape over the tabs. (old trick to use a crappy bought tape over again) There was no tape over the tabs.
Conclusion:
To me this proves the existence of paranormal activity. This is a true story. Also this proves the existence of life after death, because I feel my grandfather did this. He loved this car, it was one of his true joys in life. Also in the police report, the friend that wrecked my car said that I gave him permission to drive it. I never did and I feel that ole grandpa was looking out for me.
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