I have had many supernatural encounters over the years, but this one is the most interesting. This story takes place in a little town called Transylvania, Louisiana in early 1993. Transylvania is located on Hwy. US 65 S, about 44 miles N.W. of Vicksburg, Ms. There are cotton fields all around in this region.
My boyfriend and I were on our way to our new home in Southeastern Louisiana. We had the car loaded down and our mutt, Barky (my baby sister named him), was sleeping in the back seat. It was early in the morning, about 2 or 3 a.m. I was drifting off in and out of consciousness, when I noticed signs along the road warning motorists that hitchhikers could actually be escaped inmates from nearby prison farms. I had never heard of a prison farm before, so I became curious and started a conversation with my boyfriend on the subject. According to Wikipedia, a prison farm is "a large correctional facility where hard labor convicts are put to economical use in a 'farm' (in the wide sense of a productive unit), usually for manual labour, largely in open air, such as in agriculture, logging, quarrying, etc. Its historical equivalent on a very large scale was called a penal colony..."
At this point in the story, I was fully awake and engaged in a conversation that became even more interesting as we rolled into the sleepy town of Transylvania. We quickly noticed the huge water tower with the black bat and the word, "Transylvania". We cracked a few jokes about the spooky water tower, but other than the unusual name for a seemingly normal small southern town, the place was not eerie until we came upon something very incredible.
It appeared there was a man, a very tall man walking in the road ahead of us. It was a little foggy out, so I thought I might have been imagining it. As we came closer, we noticed that this was no man. It appeared to be some kind of creature I had never seen; it looked like some mythical creature, part human, and part buffalo. Its coloring was brown and patchy, and I could see right through it.
Suddenly, as we came within ten feet of it, the spook stepped directly in the path of our moving vehicle (we were probably going about 55 mph). My boyfriend slammed on his breaks and the dog went flying into the back of his seat and yelped. The beast slowly and nonchalantly turned his head sideways and looked at us intensely with despondent, hollow eyes, yet in an almost scolding look, then vanished. I got the definite feeling that this thing very purposely walked out in front of us with every intention of making us wreck.
About a month later, my boyfriend was traveling the same highway at night with a friend, whom he had told not a thing about the creepy supernatural beast we had seen in Transylvania. When they came into Transylvania, what did they see? None other than the same "haint" that tried to make us crash a month earlier.
I have not been able to find anything that would help explain what I saw when I was nineteen, until recently. It turns out, according to another ghost story website, this place is very haunted. There has been a body of a woman with a goat's head sited at the Transylvania post office many times. How interesting!