My father-in-law told me this story once. This was when he and my mother-in-law where still young and dating. It's not a very long story but it's pretty creepy.
After visiting a friend late one night mom and dad jumped into the car and decided to drive down a certain road that was known to be haunted. Apparently it was once an old burial ground but now it's covered with houses and shops. They were still very cheeky at that time so that didn't bother them. It was also a shorter way to get home so they agreed to take that route.
While they were driving down the long narrow road they saw, just ahead, a group of people walking on the road towards them. Dad just thought they were a bunch of drunkens walking home from the clubs (this road is also connected to the city, just touching the outskirts). Knowing this fully well he sounded the horn to get their attention, but they didn't seem to notice at all (mind you this is around 3 in the morning). So since dad was pretty tired he decided to drive straight but slow to force them out of the way but no matter how close he got to them they didn't seem to notice him, they didn't even twitch.
As dad got closer he noticed some odd things, they were all old looking. Their skin was all wrinkled up and they looked exhausted. Instantly he realised what they were, ghosts! He then stepped on the gas and shot straight through them desperate to get away from there. The fact that he drove through them was enough evidence for both mom and dad. When they reached home they said their rosary and went to bed unharmed and safe.
But when I think about this story he told me I usually wonder about where they were going or why the were even walking about in the night. Thoughts?