To start with, it's not my personal experience. It is that of my father and his friends, one year before I was born.
My father and his friends, altogether they were four people, they went for a swim at the seaside. To escape from the scorching sun they went to the beach at around 5pm. After the swim, they had dinner in a near by hotel and dad and his friends end up getting drunk.
So, while returning home they decided to go by a deserted route so as to avoid police patrol. They left the hotel at around 11.30pm. It was an one hour drive to arrive home.
Everything was going smoothly until they arrived at a juncture where they had to take the right turn. Now comes the interesting part, at that particular juncture on the right, there is a church and just behind the church there is a cemetery, the St. Jean Cemetery, and on the left it was like a mini forest. Back then Mauritius was not that developed.
I believe that at least the guy who was driving was not that drunk to be able to drive that long safely. So when my dad's friend who was driving accelerated to turn something stopped him from doing so, that is as if a force was pulling them. At first the other three in the car thought that it was a joke by their friend. But when it happened the 2nd time, it became more serious as the car was reversing by itself towards the cemetery. This happened 4 times and every time it happened the guy driving would accelerate so as not to end up in the cemetery.
In the 5th attempt they succeeded in turning to the right. They were all shook up by what just happened to them as it was not explainable. In the action of wiping the perspiration on his forehead the guy who was driving took a glance at his watch and it was 12.01pm.
They went home safely after that and slept. The next day no-one dared talking about what happened last night. Now when they talk about it, they take it lightly as if it was something normal.