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November 2001
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Ghost in
the Back Seat
by Jim S.
When I had my ghost experience, I didn't even believe in ghosts. I just thought of them as stories people made up just to scare others. I got into my convertible and was about a mile away from my mother's house when a rain storm came from nowhere, so I turned on the wipers and looked in my back mirror to see if there were any cars driving from behind. I was never afraid of anything growing up - or so people thought - but they didn't know that I had one fear: to be alone. No matter where I went, I had to be with someone. I don't know what it was, but I always felt like someone was watching me, although I never thought of ghosts. Anyway, I looked into my rearview mirror, and there was a scruffy man dressed in old-fashioned plaid brown clothes (a button up jacket, a hat and a pair of pants). I was frozen in horror. There sat a scruffy old man with a huge, soaked black dog. "I was waiting along time out there; 65 years, to be exact," he said. And then he and his companion were gone.
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