The year was 1984, when my mom graduated. A guy, named Kevin, whom she graduated with, died at his house just a few weeks after graduation. He was in a car wreck, and was about sixteen or seventeen. He still lived with his parents and siblings. Hhe was driving home, even though it was really early and nobody was home, when all the sudden he lost control of his car he immediately wrecked. But the bad thing was he wrecked right beside the creek in his yard. He was seriously injured and was bleeding really bad. No one was there to help him, so by the time his family had got home he had bleed to death.
I learned this because seven years ago we became their neighbors, they still live there, but I didn't know this immediately. There were events that lead me to believe something had happened there and just a few days ago someone told me that his son had died there and the pieces just fell together. My friend lives right beside me so she comes over a lot, and we were playing in the woods when I noticed a vehicle in my neighbors yard. As we got closer I noticed there were two vehicles, a badly beaten up car and a hearse, well this freaked us out a little and I looked away, but when I looked back it was gone.
So we went inside my house. Later when the guy was out, we went over and asked him if there had been an accident, but he said no so we dropped it and he went inside. Right when the door closed, the vehicles were back and funeral music was playing. It would get really loud then really low. And there were camera flashes as if someone were taking pictures of a body that wasn't there. All these things were happening and I got scared so we went back to my house and stayed inside the rest of the day.
The next day we went back there and there was the hearse and the car, the music, and this time there was what looked like blood around the car. One minute the hearse door would be closed, the next it would be open, then it would close and open, and there were the sound of crying. We never told anyone, and anytime we would ride our four wheelers, the guy would instantly come outside and stand by the fence and when we drove by or stopped to see what he wanted, he would say these exact words every time, "You better be careful, we wouldn't want an accident or you to get hurt..." The way he talked was so weird that it frightened me so I would avoid going back there for a while.
But then I learned his son died there and well everything kind of came together. We still won't go back there. Other things were like the sound of a car running, then a loud crash and nothing. Just Little things like that. Also shadows, peoples voices that you don't know what they are saying. This happened a lot and it wasn't just me and my friend who saw it, it was two of my other friends too, and my cousin.