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The Train Wreck


From: maura kelly (amekakelly@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Greeley, CO
Source: Form Submission

About a year ago I had a disturbing experience with the paranormal. My best friend went to college in Greeley, Colorado, which is about an hour from where I live. She would tell me about this place off a remote dirt road where a family was killed by a train. The story went that the father was driving with his wife and two small children. They were driving on a dirt road with a slight incline across some railroad tracks when the car stalled out. The man got out of the car to push it over the tracks but to no avail. A train came speeding up and hit the car killing his entire family. Since then the dirt road has become paved and the tracks are no longer in use, but you can still feel the bump in the road where the tracks used to be. Well, the story says that if you go to the spot where the family was killed, put your car in neutral and wait five minutes, the kids will come and push your car over the tracks. I am the kind of person where I have to see it to believe so finally after hearing her tell the story about fifty times I said "Fine, lets go up there and see." It was about two o'clock in the morning when we got to the spot. There were no houses, people, nothing around except for weed fields. I drove up the small incline, and positioned my car so my front tires would rest just above the track. It took me a couple of times to get it right so my car wouldn't roll backward, but when I did, we sat back and waited. Sure enough, five minutes later, we felt the car start to roll forward, then back, then forward, then back, then finally on the third try, my back tires rolled all the way over both sets of tracks, up hill. I have never been so scared in my life. We sped out of there as fast as possible and to calm ourselves down before the long drive home, we stopped at a Denny's to get some coffee. I got out and looked at the back of my car and in the dirt, there were two sets of small hand prints on the back of my trunk. I will never disregard anything anyone says anymore just because I haven't lived it before. Truth truly is stranger than fiction.