I was dating an older guy friend of mine (Taylor) that was heavily involved in the world of ghosts.
He was not only able to see and interact with ghosts (which at times got really scary), but he was able to see...other things.
On Valentine's Day, we were driving around a backroad at night and I got the brilliant idea to go to the Ghost Tracks to see what the fuss was all about. Taylor agreed. It was a cheesy dumb thrill us hicks do that has nothing to do with ghosts, unless gravity counts. Somewhere along the way, we got lost. He pulled to the shoulder to turn around, freezes up, and next thing you know, he's gunning it and we're in the middle of a cut down corn field. I'm of course freaking out and asking him what the hell he was doing and he just turns to me, dead serious, and says: "Do you trust me? You can't be scared. Do you trust me?" I just remembered nodding and trying not to cry. I didn't understand what was going on; if he saw something, he always told me. I kept asking him what he saw and he wouldn't tell me. Taylor just kept shaking his head and telling me to sit still. The whole time he was trying to get out of the corn field, but the cut down stalks and mud were jamming the tires. A weird feeling kind of settled over the car and I remember him telling me to just focus on the cd he bought me, listen to the words, and whatever happens, to stay in the car. "It's safe in here. I can't protect you out there." Next thing you know, this otherworldly roar comes from outside the car, like something from one of those demon movies, and our car jolts to one side, as though something charged into us. All this happened on my side of the car. I couldn't see anything; there was not a damn thing outside. The car started violently shaking back and forth and he's flooring the car, trying to get us out of the damn field and next thing you know, we're tearing through the cornfield and we can hear something thudding behind us. We pull back onto the main road and keep driving until we got back to his house. He kept rambling on and on about something and when I would ask him, he would shush me. He kept saying he had to check on Toast (our friend), which was a scary experience too.
I had a lot of scary stuff happen with that boyfriend...
His mum was murdered when he was young and they both used to have rooms side-by-side on the upstairs floor. I went up there once and he took me into her room, to show me something. It turns out he was testing if I could *feel* anything and next thing you know, I'm downstairs throwing up and things are falling off the mantle. Specifically photos of her. His mum didn't like me and she made several points to remind me.
One day we were off from school because there was a snow day. My parents were out of town and I was home alone, talking him on the phone. He got really quiet at one point in our conversation and told me he had to go, but he'd call me back. I didn't think anything of it until he sent me the picture. There was a white face of a man (with black holes instead of eyes and a mouth) pressed to his kitchen window. Taylor called me almost in tears because the guy was walking back and forth between the front door and back door. He was trying to get in.
We've seen a kid peeking through his window on the second floor; there have been random faces burned into his bathroom door. I've been in his car alone and have heard someone in the back seat singing along to the song on the radio. We had a "man" walk in on us making out on his couch. You have no idea how odd it is to look up and see a man made of just a shadow, with two white dots for eyes, watching you. I couldn't stop shaking and whimpering. A little girl followed him home from a cemetery. She was actually really sweet. It was sad when he stopped seeing her, but I guess she was able to move on.
I have tons of stories. I'm not sure if anyone's interested in them or not, but I'd be happy to share. At least they'll be coming in handy for once. That relationship was terrifying in more ways than one. We were better off friends; he was a violent lover and I was scared of him a good portion of the time.
Let me start writing, lol. There's enough to fill a book.
