One cold winter night around 10:00 pm On December 15th (I will explain later why I remember that date) I was in one of the back bedrooms in my house when I heard that familiar sound of a vehicle hydroplaning and going off the road then the dreadful sound of impact. I was on my cell at the time and told my friend I had to go and just threw the phone on the bed.
As I ran from the far end of the house to the back door, I was quickly looking out each window trying to catch a glimpse as to where the car hit but my property is lined with tall pines so even in the winter the trees continue to provide a great shield from the sight and noise of the traffic, so I was unable to see anything from inside my house. I shoved my boots on and ran out the back door yelling that help was coming! Luckily I didn't bust my butt while slipping and sliding down the driveway.
As I reached about halfway down, I could see the taillights of an SUV blinking, the headlights were completely buried in the embankment of snow where it came to sudden impact. I was running as fast as I could, yelling that help was on its way when I realized I had thrown my phone on the bed!
At the time, my daughter lived on part of my land closest to the road so I started screaming to her for help. She had also heard the impact and flung the front door open and yelled out that she was calling 911.
As I approached the vehicle, I was afraid of what I was about to see but felt compelled to help. I looked in the driver's side window which for some reason was already down. I did a quick observation to see how many people might be in the vehicle but saw no sign of anyone except the driver which looked to be in his mid to late 20's. I smelled 3 distinct smells, alcohol, i.e. Beer, the nasty odor of a deployed airbag, and the smell of motor oil. I said "Sir, I'm here and help is on the way." There was no response or sign of life. I stood there with my hand on his arm talking to him as if everything was going to be ok as I waited for EMS to arrive.
As I was trying to see where his injuries may have been, I heard that gruesome "death gurgle". I then suddenly saw a small black puff of something dark rise up out of his body from the shoulder area up. I could not believe my eyes! Kind of like in the movie "Ghost" when the bad guy dies and you see something black pull the guy out of his body and drag him off into nothingness? Except this was just a small dark cloud of smoke that slowly rose up out of this man, nothing more, nothing less, was non-threatening, just VERY creepy!
I stayed until the EMS arrived. I then walked to my daughter's house and we stood on her front porch and watched as the EMS loaded the man on the stretcher and into the ambulance then slowly drive off with no siren or lights. Of course, that meant that the man was dead.
This really bothered me that I could not help this man. By noticing a car seat in the back, I could only assume he had a family that would be receiving the tragic news within the next hour or so that would change their lives forever. I remember telling my daughter what a horrible time of year for this to happen, just 10 days before Christmas.
I went back to the house, took a quick shower and got in bed. I had a hard time getting to sleep because I could not stop thinking about that the accident and that black puff of smoke rising up out of the man and the sad thought of this poor guy dying so tragically at such a young age.
Eventually I fell asleep. I'm a light sleeper and around 3:30am I woke to the noise of my bedroom door creaking open. I immediately smelled the 3 nasty odors I talked about earlier, motor oil being the strongest of the smells. I then saw the man casually walk in my room as if he was a family member just coming in to talk with me. It was clearly the young man who died earlier that evening although he was mostly transparent in appearance. He stopped and stood at the side of my bed and commenced to tell me how sorry he was for scaring me hours earlier that evening. I told him that it was quite alright and wished I could have done more for him. He then suddenly vanished. The pungent mixture of odors left seconds after he disappeared.
So what do you think? Did the young man come back from the dead for a brief moment to tell me he was sorry for scaring me? Or was he lingering because he didn't know he was dead yet? Opinions are greatly appreciated.