My story takes place about 8 years ago. It was a cool evening, summer was at its end and fall was just about to take over. This one particular evening, my parents and I were restless and not in the mood for television. So, my mom, knowing how much I loved ghost stories and anything related to ghosts, took my dad and me on a ride through the Castro Valley hills/mountains. There was a story that she had been told her entire life about a woman dubbed, "The White Witch." Now, I know there are many stories out there with the same name but this one was very fascinating. The "White Witch" has nothing to do with our experience while driving through the hills that particular night. Our encounter happened after my mom finished her ghost story.
We were driving along, windows cracked to let in the cool evening air. The night was heavy with the fragrance from the trees and it was a calming and relaxing atmosphere out in the hills. As we were driving up the mountain on a two-lane highway, we came across a man, his two young daughters and their broken down car. Needless to say, my mom's heart broke at the sight of the three of them stranded on the hillside.
The car was packed to the gills and looked as if they packed all of their worldly possessions into this small vehicle. My dad pulled over to the opposite side of the road and parked in the gravel behind the strangers' car. The stranger and his two children were standing behind the car. My dad inquired if he needed any help and the stranger replied, "Yes, please. My car ran out of gas and I do not want to leave my two daughters alone out here!" My parents offered to go back down the two-lane hill and get a few dollars worth of gas for him and his two daughters. The man was incredibly grateful and gave my dad a $5.00 bill for the gas. My dad assured him we would be back in a few minutes. My dad backed out of the gravel and back onto the cemented road and as his headlights caught them in its glare, I remember thinking that there was a surreal quality about them. We descended back down the mountain.
Now, remember, this is only a two-lane highway and it is getting late so there are not any cars traveling this road. The man and his kids were the only people we had come across on this deserted hill.
We get to the bottom of the hill and went right into the gas station. We got the gas, I purchased two candy bars for the two little girls and off we headed back up the mountain. We arrived at the same spot where they were broken down in less than 5 minutes and to our surprise, THEY WERE GONE. It was like they vanished. There was no sign of them whatsoever... Even the gravel was smooth and not one tire track was visible from the strangers' car or my dad's! There is absolutely nothing to show that all of us had been there just 5 minutes beforehand.
We were all feeling a little freaked out, at this point, because there was no way they could have gotten past us! The gas station was directly at the bottom of the hill and we would have seen them if they "coasted down the hill." So, my dad droves a little way up the hill... Just in case the stranger had gotten his car started and possibly drove a little... But no car and no stranger and his two daughters were nowhere in sight.
We drive back down the hill and there was still no trace of a vehicle or the three strangers with their loaded up vehicle on that small inlet on the gravelly road. My parents and I were completely mystified and chills run up each of our backs as we tried to decipher what was going on!
Here we were with a small plastic jug of gasoline and two candy bars and no trace of them in sight. We could not get over how smooth the gravel looked there was no way the driver drove off... There would be tyre tracks! It was like the three of them had never been there.
After going up the hill one more time and coming across a dead-end...we all simultaneously came to the conclusion that what we just experienced was a ghostly encounter. The strangers did not leave tracks, of any kind, and there had been something a little "odd" about them, their situation and their appearance. Something just did not feel "normal."