Bella from Minnesota sent me this tale of her close encounter with a car...that just happened to have no driver!
Hi, my name is Bella. I live in Minnesota. Anyway, there is an old railroad bridge outside of town by a park called the Thunder Valley Park. The bridge's name is the Black Bridge. Legend has it that in early summer, a ghost train passes through, carrying dead bodies and you can hear a funeral march playing. My friends Anne, Jodie and I love to bike by the bridge. One day, in early summer, we were biking down by the bridge, and we heard gravel churning behind us. We looked behind us, and we saw a really, really old white car. It caught our attention immediately, because it was so old. But here comes the scary part. We looked into the car, and in the right-hand passenger seat, was an old lady dressed entirely in white. She looked to be about eighty years old. She was sitting very stiffly with her hands in her lap, making it impossible to drive. We looked to see who was driving, BUT THERE WASN'T ANYONE IN THE DRIVERS SEAT!!!! At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, but when I looked again, I still didn't see anyone!!!! We looked at each other and then started to scream and freak out! We hopped on our bikes and looked back at the car, and it was totally gone, and we were on a one lane gravel road, so we would have heard it if it passed us. We sure got out of there as quick as we could!!!!!! I still am scared to this day! We haven't been back to the bridge since! Thanks for reading this Jason.
Thank YOU, Bella for sharing!