Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This isn’t my story. Rather, it is a story about my English teacher, whose name I will respectively keep private. He told us this story after me and my fellow classmates attended a presentation about drunk driving. This is my retelling of his story:

I had just left Borders books and was headed to Barnes and Noble a few blocks down the street. I came up on the intersection and was ready to turn left. As I pulled out into the intersection, a car rammed me hard into my left side, making a perfect indent that could have killed any passenger I would have had. This also caused my car to flip over a few times and soon the car was turned sideways on the left side. The only way I could see was through the slightly bent windshield.

I waited for what seemed like hours. Then, a kind woman’s face appeared and she told me she was an ER nurse. She asked if I was alright and I said I was fine. Then she asked how my legs were. I panicked, then moved my legs. I was still fine. She asked if there was anyone I wanted her to call. I gave her my wife’s phone. She had a friendly conversation, telling my wife what happened and saying that I was okay. Then she hung up. “Well,” she said. “I’m going to need to go away for a few moments, so hang tight. I’ll be right over there and I’ll keep an eye on you and your car.”

As I was sitting there, a few bystanders began to curiously come up to the car. One was a guy in a Hawaiian shirt, who asked me if I was alright. I said yes. One was a guy in a beard, who kindly reached in and undid my seatbelt for me, as it was biting hard into my side. I can’t remember what distinguished the next man, but he also asked if I was alright.

Then, I saw the face of a little girl. She was about ten years old and holding something in her hand (a doll, I believe). Now, first off, I was thinking who would let their little girl peer into a wrecked car. You have no idea what’s in there. Still, there she was asking if I was alright. I replied yes. She said: “You sure flipped a lot.” And then she walked off. Soon, a guy came over and asked me how I wanted to get out of the car. He said we could either cut into the car or we could pull back the metal and try to squeeze me out. Now, I’m not the skinniest guy around. Still, we decided to pull me out. After about a half an hour, I was out. All of the bystanders cheered and clapped.

A few weeks went by. I had to go to the hospital for some therapy, mostly for my ribs. My wife and the nurse kept each other’s phone numbers. After things settled down, I called her, giving my thanks and telling her what a great job she did. “Do you remember all the people that came by your window,” she asked. “Yes,” I said. “There was a guy in a Hawaiian shirt, a guy with a beard, another guy… and this little girl.” The nurse paused. “I never saw a little girl.”

So, what do you think? My English teacher says every time he tells this story, people think about guardian angels. Keep in mind, also, that the ER nurse was standing there the entire time. And, just as a side note, it turns out the guy who ran into my teacher was high and drugs and was drag racing this other guy, who was also high on drugs. Both of the guys were arrested. Let this be a lesson to not drive under influence.

Written by Lyz, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com