haunted hotrods or custom cars

My grandpas old 50 Ford F2 sat in the barn for 30+ years before I dragged it home and got it runnin. A couple of days after I got it running, my dad was standing about 5 feet away from it and it started up in gear when no one was in it and lurched towards my dad and then stalled just before hitting him....a few days later it started up again on its own, luckily I had it out of gear. Both times no one was in it or close enough to it to do anything to start it. Its probably a wiring issue but I never leave it in gear anymore.

 

Those from eastern Iowa may know about cry baby bridge. Doesnt have to do with haunted cars exactly but there is a bridge that is slight sloped uphill. If you pull onto the bridge put it in neutrol and turn off your car. you'll slowly start kreeping uphill. done it with 3 different cars, only my old beater s10 didnt work.

 

I drove 18 wheeler for 33 years. About 9 years ago I had just delivered a load and was headed east on I-40. It was getting dark and I still had a couple of hours of driving to get to the big truck stop in Iowa. I was doing 70 MPH with a clear road and clear weather. From the right hand side of the road right in front of me came what looked like a new model T Ford doing about 15 or 20 MPH. Before I could pull my foot off the fuel pedal, I hit that poor bastard. The truck lunged, bucked, and shimmied and I could hear that car being crunched and twisted underneath all the way to the trailer. In my perifreal vision in my mirrors I could see sparks flying out from the underside of the truck. I finally got it stopped and sat for a moment to collect myself thinking this is going to be a mess, and my career is over, and I'll probably go to jail on this one. I got my flash light and got out to look at the carnage. What I found was nothing! No car! Nothing! I looked at the front of my truck, not so much as a scratch on my big Texas bumper, not a scratch in my paint, not a drop of oil on the ground...NOTHING!!! I walked around my truck for a good twenty minutes checking it out. I left and went to the truck stop. When I got there a State Trooper was at the counter eating, and I told him what happened. He kept on eating and never missed a beat. He told me that I was about the hundreth trucker to hit that Model T. Truckers have been hitting that same Model T since it was hit the first time in 1928............

 

Great stories guys, keep it up.

 

I heard that the chopped shoebox Ford thats called "Blackjack" fell on killed one of its previous owners. I know it sold last year. Anyone able to verify that?

 

I enlarged the photo of the face in that car....Man, talk about the hebeejebees......

 

The James Dean P O R S C H E is haunted, you can do a google search....tons of stories

 

i bought a wrecked chevelle to part out from a couple of towns over, it had been sitting for a couple of years, heard the guy got killed in the wreck. the frame was bent the front doghouse missing but someone started working on it and the interior had been replaced. once I started tearing out the interior I found blood stains and a few pieces of what looked like beef jerky, started thinking about it and decided it must have been pieces of the guy, that car got cut up real quick after that.

 

You think you can post the enlarged version of the picture?

 

My current ride has a direct connection to the Reverend Horton Heat Song "400 Bucks". I'd tell you the whole story, but it requires me to be full of Shiner and Jager shots....and I'm at work right now.

 

I got picked up by an 18 wheeler hitchiking one night. Lady told me her name was Large Marge.......well, you know the rest.

 

I think that may be sore subject here. That was someones homie on here...
I've tried searching, I think it's all gone. That has been discussed here along time ago. That shoebox, was bad-ass.... I lost my pics of it, when my computer messed up...

 

any more?

 

Was in a yard looking for goodies for a 66 Galaxie I had, saw a '54 Buick sitting beside a school bus. Struck up a chat w/ the yard owner, he said his Brother-in-law had bought it to restore but died before he finished. For the sum of $500 I bought it and went to drive it home. Hopped in and noticed a St. Christopher's medallion on the headliner...being the heathen that I am I promptly removed it. Driving home on a perfectly straight, smooth stretch of road the ass end stepped out, WAY out. Some white-knuckle driving and a few choice words, back under way. About 5 minutes down the road, all electrical goes out--gauges, lights, everything but ignition. Got a few more miles down the road, front tire blew out on a tight turn, fought it to the side of the road and parked, got myself back under control. Called a rollback, he got the car up on the truck and his winch burnt out, then about a block from my house his motor blew. Finally got the damn car home about 6 hours after leaving the yard, promptly put the medallion back on the headliner, and proceeded to put 25,000 worry free miles on it after that...didn't even have to fix the electrical, as it corrected itself sometime in my garage...creepy.

Jack

ps--and the face in the truck window makes my skin crawl

 

enlarged ghost car pic...click on image

 

Crap, I was secretly hoping you woudn't run that blown up pic.

 

It only gets more creppy as it grows. I dont like it much.I hope Stormy doesn't mind that i enlarged his photo.

 

Man that is cool!!!
I DIG Ghost Stories !!
Many a night I have stumbled out of a Bar, only to wake up the next day, in my bed and car in the drive........weird......

 

Not really haunted or an Hot Rod, but my dad is an logger/big truck kinda guy. Hes owned three or four B-Model mack trucks, and I always had an fascination with them as a kid, and still do. Anyway, one day I was asking him if there was anymore around in our county and he told me about this one.

There is an really bad and pretty blind curve a few miles from here, I'd say almost ten people have been killed in it, and a few wrecks there. Back in the 70's, there was another typical wreck and an older woman had got out of her car and was helping direct traffic or try to get some help.

The guy driving the B-Model somehow didn't see her or failed to stop, she got hit, ranover, and trapped under the front end. She was pretty much mangled by the truck and they had to pick most of her up.

Truck and the driver is still around. But I honestly wouldn't want to start doing any work on that front axle.

 

A guy in my bug club bought a '55 VW that a guy shot himself in. The bullet went through hi head and through the roof. He wouldn't fix it because he loved telling the story when people would ask him what happened to the roof.

 

There is a picture I saw on Ebaum's World, of a fellow taking a picture of his then new Ford Prefect, and his mother-in-law had just passed away, yet she appeared in the back seat of the car, almost like that image in the pickup.

 

thanks, now I'm going to have nightmares.

 

As far as i know its not photoshopped. He had other pics up of other cars and that one was the only one with a face. It is kinda creepy.

 

I dont mind at all man, makes it creepier. I love ghost stories. Ive lived in 2 haunted houses and worked in a haunted building. I believe in ghosts and all that good stuff. Call me weird but ive seen some odd shit in my life that would make your skin crawl more.

 

this stuff is fascinating to me, no stories so far, but I am the type of person that thinks that all OLD cars have a unique personality and can have tempers. Luckily my lincoln "old lady" likes me.

 

Ok, fuckin great! Now I'm stuck in this room cause there's no lights on in the rest of the house. And, I'm bout to shit myself! Just great! Not like I'm gonna go to sleep now or anything. WAIT, what was that , hello..... is there somebody out there? Hello? EEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!

 

You're not wierd, I believe in them too, though I tell myself I don't cause it creeps me out sometimes. How but a few stories from the haunted houses you've lived in? My partner is an ex-nurse, and she totaly believes in them, having worked in a few creaky old hospitals on night duty................

 

This is ot but I was reading the stories on here about haunted hotrods I went to the door to get my dog in the house and this is what I see.... IT's raining!what the hell!my dog is small and he does not have shoes on.

 

My mom inherited her dads 60 Studebaker Hawk after he passed on from cancer. She kept having the same dream about haveing three wrecks in it. She would descibe in detail how they were going to happen.I still remember her telling my dad"oh my god,thats the truck in my dreams, watch out for him!" I still have a scar on my forhead from that one . All of the wrecks{one hit hard from the rear,another she was "sandwiched" front to back,}my mom said she knew they were about to happen within five minutes of the actual happening and there was nothing she could do about it. De'ja vue stuff! Each time the car would be really close to being totaled by the insurance company,but my mom would just keep telling dad"they will fix it,frame bent or not I just feel it." Mom quit haveing "de'ja voodoo"when we got rid of the car. But she did keep the eyes in the back of her head for a lot of years after though!

 

tried to post this last night, but my computer likes to freeze on me at the most inopportune times...

A. The corvecayne...



This car did all sorts of weird things. Ever have one that would have problems, only to have them disappear when you had time to fix them?

Late one night in July, a g/f and myself were on a little skinnydipping adventure up on the Mulberry River, she got spooked when the steam was rising from the water's surface, swore someone was watching us...so we left. The road leading into and out of this swimming hole is dug out of gentle rolling hills that used to be a pasture years ago, the dirt walls on either side are 8 feet high in places, and has roots hanging out, branches of trees hanging over, it looks spooky enough in the daylight, but under the light of the full moon, it's downright eerie.

As we were leaving, the old 250 starts sputtering and dies about a half mile from the river bank. The only light I have is a zippo lighter that's iffy at best, windproof my ass...I manage to see that two plug wires had come off at the distributor, and the vacuum advance rod had come loose from the diapraghm. Quickly remedied, and back on the road. It was three more miles to the highway, when we turned right and headed back towards town, there was the tell-tale sound of all hell breaking loose in the bottom end of that buzzin' half-dozen...not a ping, not a spark knock, a rod knock. It grew louder as we got closer to town, and I knew this was the end of the line for the old 6 cylinder...I parked it, a week later my friend wanted to buy it, and asked how bad the knock was...after telling him about it, we went out to start it up...nothin but the sweet sound of a 250 inline idling the way it should...we let it warm up for ten minutes, still...nothing. Surely a drive around the block would get it knocking...but no. Burned rubber in first and second, hit third and still...purring right along like a hive of pissed off hornets.

For all I can tell, it fixed itself. I never should have replaced that engine with the 283, because I put less than ten miles on it after the swap, before yanking the engine and sending the corvecayne to it's next owner...word is it's available, for free, still no engine or tranny...I'm tempted.

B. The 56 Pontiac Chieftain...



I bought this car from a guy in Ft Smith, he said bodywork had been done to repair buckshot holes in the driver's side, and that the entire passenger side had been bashed in as if someone ate the ditch...but it had been repaired too...I didn't think much about it until months later when I was sitting waiting on the ex wife to get her nails done...teeth marks...on the steering wheel? WTF? Oh well, no biggie...supposedly, the car sat in impound in Tulsa for years before a man bought it, the guy HE bought it from, I've not been able to get the real story on the car, but I wish I could...

The ex wife liked it...

She was into some weird shit, not to badmouth anyone's religion, lord knows I have some strange beliefs in some people's eyes, but for example, she had this fantasy of...well...stuff in a graveyard on halloween, just before midnight...

Halloween night, 2002, we had been to a couple of parties, and although sobered up and driving, I was a bit more willing to help her out with this craziness. I knew of an OLD cemetery up in the hills, and figured it would be just her kinda place, spooky as it was.




We pulled up to the gate, I left the engine running, headlights on...the smoke from the crank vent tube added just enough visual effect to make one think "damn, this should be in some old b-movie..." As the chieftain sat there loping, I opened the gate and said "ladies first.." She gave me a dirty look and went on in...what's this? Could Countess be a bit hesitant to act out her little fantasy?

We weren't there long at all, I grabbed her just in time to see a look of sheer horror cross her face, she said "get me the HELL out of here!" and she ran through the gate and back to the car and shut the door...I laughed, and walked back slowly, got in, shut the door and looked at her a moment. She was shaking, i'd never seen her look like that, it was unnerving.

On the way home, she was mumbling some nonsense about the spirit of some young girl wanting to posess her body and act out something she was cheated out of before being taken out of this world. Mindlessly, I said "What's Rosa wanna do that for?" I didnt' catch it at first, but dammit...where'd that name come from?

We parted ways on or about valentine's day 2003, and it wasn't until 2005 that I drove back to the cemetery to have a look around. I didn't see any stone bearing the name "Rosa..." but a little research online that evening scared the shit out of me. The woman says on her page that it's there...I never saw it...but, here, from the site I found, located in the "shores cemetery" section:

[SIZE=-1]JOHNSON,Rosa ......................d/o Tommy & Elizabeth JOHNSON.......................b-Jun.02,1908....d-May 29,1927[/SIZE]

It looks like the Johnsons had several children, and all were pretty young when they passed away, I would like to find out more about them, but I think maybe it's best I don't...

so, the pontiac may or may not be haunted, but several people who haven't heard jack squat about either story have ridden in it, and said something just isn't quite right about it...or maybe it's just me?

cheers,
Mark