This happened four years ago, in my hometown Somerset West in South Africa. When I use to visit one of my girl friends, I would leave her house late at night after spending basically the whole day with her. As I could drive, I would always take a relaxed drive home. On going home there is one specific road that I can take that would lead me straight onto the main road and to my house, but for some reason I always chose not to go down that road and would always drive 5 blocks out of my way to reach my house.
On one particular evening my ex-boyfriend, Kevin, came to fetch me from my girl friend's house and we were going to go to the mall to watch a movie. Once he had picked me up and we were on our way, I noticed that we were heading for the road which I usually avoided. On not wanting to say anything, because I was embarrassed and thought I would sound like an idiot, I shut up and let him go onto the road that I had always dodged. As we were nearing a curve in the road, I noticed something in the middle of the road, positioned flat out. I didn't say anything but as we got closer the headlights starting shaping the image in front of me and to my horror I realized that it was a young man lying on his side, spread out with his back to us in the middle of the road. I started screaming and telling Kevin to stop the car, but we were right on top of this man, and the next thing I could feel the car going over this person, and I could hear the noises of the car hitting something underneath. Through all of this I was grabbing the steering wheel and telling Kevin to stop the car. He braked and started yelling at me what my problem was, to which I asked him "Did you not just see what happened? We just ran over someone!" and he looked at me like I was completely crazy and said that there was no one in the road at all and we didn't go over anything.
He got out the car and searched the road we had just driven over and there was nothing in the road... He hadn't even seen anything in the road or felt anything or heard anything.
I do believe I saw something maybe a spirit of some kind. I can explain him exactly, from the shorts he was wearing to his jersey to his pitch black long hair...
On reading some of the stories on this site, I must say that I felt scared to the point of crying - which I was doing like a baby. I originally thought it may be due to fright of what happened, but could these feelings possibly be what the person may have felt at their last minute?
Is there anyway that one can find out about accidents - possibly tragic - that have happened on roads? What do you guys think of this?