This story was told to me by my fiance, I have known him for 15 years and I know he is not teasing me because he is a serious person who is not known to tell tales just to be noticed or to be self-important.
When he was in his late 20's early 30's (he is now late 60's) he was working part-time at a gas station. One morning it was very foggy and you couldn't see the road in front of the station. He was out taking the readings on the pumps (pre the computer age) and he heard a metallic sound coming from up the road. Like a tin can or something similar rolling down the road. When it came into view, it was a metal pie plate rolling on it's side and when it came to the driveway into the station, it turned in and headed toward the front door. When it reached the door it flopped down flat. My fiance thought of how strange it was that the plate could turn into the drive like it did and if it was just rolling down the street why didn't it go pass the station and keep going.
He finished taking the readings and went into the station to enter the number into the journal, his mind off the pie plate at that time.
He thought about the plate so he glanced out the door where it as laying it started to wobble and then it jumped back up on its side and rolled out of the driveway and headed down the road. The fog was starting to lift and he could see up and down the road so he went out the door to watch the plate roll away and he saw it turn on to a dirt road that ended at an old abandon house, that some said was haunted.
Some of the things he thought about was, did the plate fall off a vehicle and roll away, but he hadn't heard any cars or trucks go by, there was no breeze so the wind didn't make the plate roll, where did it come from and what could have made the plate turn into the 2 driveways, and also it reminded him of a game kids use to play rolling pans or other objects with a stick down a sidewalk or road.
Was it a ghost of a kid playing and the heading home to his house?
What do you think?
One more story from my fiance, this was when he moved to Indiana and worked at an appliance store. He was divorced at that time and his boss had made him a place to live in the back of the store.
One night, after having a late dinner, he returned back at the store, and when he opened the back door, he heard what sounded like someone sweeping the floor, fast and furious, in the front showroom. He was startled because he knew the owner of the store was the type of person who when to bed at dark and would not be at work that late at night. Just in case, he called out his boss's name but got no reply, but the sweeping continued. The funny thing about it was they had just installed indoor-outdoor carpeting that very day and there was no reason for someone to be sweeping the floor like they use to do when there was only vinyl flooring.
My fiance decided to investigate, and he took a flash light and walked towards the showroom to see if he could see anyone. The sweeping stopped and of course, no one was there. He shrugged it off and went back to his room.
A short time later, in the storage room that was next to his room, there were noises that sounded like someone was taking the appliances that were still in their cartons, and slammed them into the wall. Bam Bam Bam, the wall closed to his head shook, each time another carton was slammed into the wall. That stopped before he could investigate so again he just shrugged it off. I can tell you, that I would have been out the door faster than a blink of an eye if it was me!
Later, just as he started to doze off, he said he felt a presence in the room like someone had just walked in and was staring at him, and it didn't feel friendly. After a minute or two the feeling left and there was no other activity that night or ever again.
He also said that the next day he went into the stock room to see if any of the boxed appliances had move and not only was there no evidence of the boxes being moved, the dust didn't even look disturbed, and by the sound of slamming boxes against the wall there should have been visible evidence of movement.
I can't believe that he didn't get out of that place that night and could go to sleep after it was over! I guess it's a guy thing because I don't know if I could have ever slept there again.