This probably belongs in “For Jaxsue’s Brother” ghost story thread, but it happened on a roadtrip.
I a teenager in July 1979, and I was sitting in the backseat of the family car, in a car trip from the West Coast from the East Coast. We encountered a major slow-down in traffic on the interstate in a Southern state. We were literally driving 10 mph, due to some construction and a detour through a tiny town. The town was forlorn, not very populated, mostly closed stores along the route.
We came to a stop sign, and the detour had us to go right. Across the street from the stop sign, I saw several old clapboard houses, in very bad condition, peeling paint, up on some kind of stilts (maybe they were moved due to the road being diverted? Who knows.) The houses looked like they were deserted. Except for one.
On the porch was one old man in bib overalls sitting on a chair, and two children (ages 4-10) standing next to him on his right. The children were unkempt, with their hair sticking straight up, and they were wearing some kind of frayed burlap bags. They were just staring out, expressionless, on this very hot day. I thought it was strange these people just sat/stood there, staring, no expression, no movement for the ten minutes or so it took to approach the stop sign. As we stopped and before we turned I said, “Why are they looking at us?”
My family: Who? What are you talking about?
Me: Those people (and I pointed).
My family: Don't see anybody.
Me: Yeah, those right there!
By then we had already made our turn. I craned my neck, and I still saw them, still staring straight ahead. We decided it was so hot and at the first chance we were going to pull over to a refreshment stand. Further up the road, the traffic gained momentum. We stopped at a little hamburger and ice cream stand, very old-fashion and tiny. There were a lot of cars and people there, and most of the picnic tables were filled.
There was a little room to sit at one table. One young guy (handsome! and my age) was having a vehement discussion with his father.
Guy: Yes, I did see them!
Guy’s Dad: No, there weren’t!
Guy: You had to have seen them!
Guy’s Dad: No, I don’t know what you are talking about!
Guy’s Dad: Come on, why would I make this up?
This conversation was just like the one we had in the car. So I asked the guy:
Me: Are you talking about those people at the old house back at the stop sign?
Guy: Yeah, what did you see?
Me: One old man sitting … two kids dressed in burlap … staring …(etc.)
Guy: Yeah! Me too!
Guy’s Dad: You are both making things up! There wasn’t anybody!
Guy: Yes there were! She saw them too! It's weird. Maybe they're ghosts!
Guy’s Dad: There’s no such thing!
Guy: Then what was it?
I didn’t hear the rest of their conversation, because my family called me away.
I didn’t believe in ghosts, but I did see them! And only this guy and I were the only ones.
Every time I think of it, I get the chills.