haunted hotrods or custom cars

i've got a haunted poncho 400... it's been in 4 t/a's, a 53 pontiac and most recently an 83 chevy pickup, all of the cars either burned up, were involved in a BAD accident, were stolen or dumped in the river, each time the engine survived... weird i know but what makes it weirder is that the engine kept making its way back to me... i've sold it 3 times and the people who bought it kept bringing it back after one of the said accidents, one guy even had his finger crushed putting the heads on

 

There was a thread about RYAN seeing with his own eyes the James Dean Porsche in Oklahoma.. Let me try and find it,,,

 

Yesterday I opened my newly aquired '46 Dodge's glove box lid for the first time, and it has the original clock in it. The clock has not been working, but now suddenly it started ticking. Well I quess that's not a miracle yet, but the battery was out of the car...

Tick...tock...tick...tock...was I alone

 

I would like to see that thread. Any luck finding it?

 

Ok here's one more. I'm not sure if it counts.

About two months before I graduated high school (1996) my best friend was killed in a car accident. He was buried in a graveyard about 5 miles from my house, only about 100 yards off the road. Since then, nearly every time I drive past there at night the streetlight directly across the street from his grave goes out as I pass under it.

Now, my first thought was that it was just my headlights tripping the light sensor... but it has done it on evenings when the lamps were on, but it wasnt so dark that I had turned on my lights yet.

 

I'm a Facilities Manager at a historic church that is notorious for being haunted. I have heard chairs being moved in locked and alarmed room, children singing and most recently someone say "help me" from behind me when I was in the Nave pictured below, only to find it very empty.

 

I went to Moab Utah and pulled a 31 ford out of a barn, The car sat there since 1965 because the owner said when his wife died and he was returning from her funeral the car just stop running and started back firing..once he was home, he said, she never liked that car, so he pushed it in the barn and forgot about it!
Now the car is called.... Back Seat Betty. The ghost has not shown her face to me!
BSB

 

My buddy had an old '59 Cadillac hearse, and it was full of old literature from an old african-american Baptist church in rural Georgia, and some little girl's sunday school-style clothes, and some other creepy stuff. The car was kinda beat, and he decided to put it on a 4x4 Chevy dually frame. Which would have been crazy...

Late one night while working on it, he heard a loud boom and a shelf that was screwed to the back wall of his shop and filled with paint cans just fell. He said it sounded like something really big hit the wall, went around back and found nothing, no kids playing pranks, no big bricks or rocks, no damage or marks on the wall.

A couple of nights later he saw something bright outside of his window and went to check it out and the hearse was on fire... burnt to the ground for no reason at all. Freaked him out pretty good.

I guess it didn't want to be a 4x4.....

 

Not totally a ghost story, but it affects me everyday, nonetheless. A good friend of my dad, his name was Max, he was roughly 60 at this pont. I'd known since I was a tot. He was an amazing fabricator, and around this time he build hotrods and streetrods for a lot of folks in the area. I was about 16, and was over at his place. He told me he was tired of waking up in the morning, tired of the day-to-day, but I didn't really know what to think of it. There was no way I could relate, life was just part of living to me. A week later, they find his blown 460 '34 piled into a block wall, with his remains inside the car. The police insisted it was an accident, but he hit at over 130mph. I stopped by his shop soon after, and the cage was cut out and piled neatly, and his harness was unbolted and laid out on the shop floor next to where his coupe was usually parked. I dug some and it turns out he had lukemia, and it'd gone so long the doctors told him there was no way to fix it, it was too far gone. Kinda changes your perspective on life. Especially at that age. I was floored, and had no idea on how to handle it. I still struggle with it...
None of you know me, or VERY few, to say the least. It's a little wierd sharing this with you guys. I hold him deep and close to my heart. And I still get the heebie-jeebies driving by his place. Not bad, but I know he's still around, if that makes sense.

 

I've had things happen in my life that I cant explain. My old home had a lot happening in it that I cant explain. As far as the unexplained with cars, my dad had/has '32 ford roadster and a '32 5 window coupe. He died about 1 1/2 ago. I was his only son and of course like most sons I grew up playing with hotrods. I got both of the cars when he passed. The coupe he had since around the late '60's. The roadster he purchased about 2 years before he died. He had always wanted a deuce roadster. My grandfather (his father) was big into country music in the '40s and '50s and had a little bit of money. My dad always told me about a car he had found for $200. He went to his dad (my grandfather) and ask him for the money. My grandfather told him you got a good car and he wasnt buying that thing. I think dad said he drove a '40 chevy sedan at the time. Well my grandfather passed about 1984. One of the things my dad inherited was an old martin acoustic guitar that my grandfather played in his honky tonk days. It wasnt in bad shape but wound up just staying in the case stored in the closet. It was about 3 1/2 years ago I was visiting a friend that owns a pawn shop. Some people get to talking values of an old gibson guitar about the same age as our martin. I listend in and to my surprize were talkin big $$. Called my dad and to make a long story short he sold the guitar to a place in Nashville. He decided he was going to try and nickel and dime a Brookville together when a friend that hada an original deluxe roadster decided to sell it. It wasnt finished being restored but was close. My dad grinned ear to ear because here this popped up at just the right time for the right amount of money. Exactly what dad had made from the guitar. He always said his dad bought the car he always wanted one way or another. Over the next year dad and I worked on the car to get it road worthy. He was able to enjoy the car before he died suddely. Never had any problems with the car. It had been a hiboy and the week he died he had started putting the fenders on the car. It was kind strowed all over the shop. The day he died I knew I couldnt finish getting the fenders fitted, painted and back on the car before his funeral. I wanted to be sure to have both cars there. I had many late night getting the car back togther. When I finally did I went to start the car and the problems began. Banging, poping,flooding, charging, temp. I remeber thinking what the hell is going on. Never had a problem with car before. Nothing I had done had anything to do with drivetrain. It was all brackets and bolts and such. I lived about 40 minuets from my dads shop. I remember going home that night all upset with the loss of my dad. Talking out loud to my dad about he had always been there to hash out all the problems like this and that I still needed his help on things. After a good nights sleep I was ready to go back to the shop and start again addressing the problems. When I got there I cranked the car to start with alternator to see if it was putting out any juice. The damn car fired right up and didnt miss a lick. Take it for what you will but I believe my dad listened that night. Car did great that week. I did lots of driving in it. Probably did several hundred miles. Right after the funeral the damn car went south again. I changed everything under the sun out on that car. I wound up selling the car to help with finances at home. The guy that has it now I think still hasnt got the car running anywhere near right. All this story is not ghostly but does have some things to make you wonder.

 

optical illusion. there are thousands of places like that.

 

I just got chills. Great story.

 

Most people from central Texas will know about this, and I believe its been on unsolved mysteries and a few other ghost documentaries on discovery and the like. We have the rail road tracks in San Antonio.

The story goes that a school buss stalled on the tracks. The buss drive left the buss to go get help and the buss load full of children were killed when the train came. The section of track is in the middle of and S curve in the road. It runs up hill to the tracks and then dips down just over the tracks. If you park with the car in natural and kill the motor the ghost of the children will push your car up hill over the tracks.

Cars line up at the tracks on Halloween. I've done this a few times, some people will put powder on their cars and you can see small hand prints afterwards. We didn't put powder on the car, but one Halloween we went to the tracks and then out to a party afterwards. We were at the party when the dew started to set in and you could see the prints appear on the car.

 

Not a car, but when I was in the Navy, I worked on SH-60B's (A subhunting version of the Blackhawk). While on detachment, we had one aircraft, I think it was #24 or 26, that was a bloodthirsty bitch. She was ALWAYS breaking, and EVERY TIME I worked on her, she drew blood. Either from smashing my finger, or stabbing myself with safety wire, or a panel falling on my head. Most of the other maintenance guys felt the same about her....I painted "Christine" on the pilot's doors with a winged skull. Three weeks later, she was being towed to the washrack, and a friend of mine that I went to school with was sitting in the aircraft with the crew door open- there was a bump on the tarmack, and my friend fell out. The bitch ran over him with the main gear- he was crushed to death, and died on the tarmack in Atsugi, Japan. I fucken hated that aircraft, and rotated out soon after.....But she got her share of blood with the next crew, too.

 

thats erie!!!!!!!!!!!

 

I onced stoped to look at a 66 caprice
The guy said it was his brothers ,and the owner he got it from died. then the brother died. Later I went by and the caprice was gone. a few weeks later On the blvd(lowrider stuff) a 66 caprice shows up that guy was shot later that night.