This is a real ghost stories online extra.

Yes, I have a couple of ghost stories, but the one I have was when I was young, I was 17 years old.

I lived in the city, and I'm Native American.

My aunt took me back to the reservation.

I drove my aunt's car.

I took off with it after they had started drinking, and I took off with the car and was going to go to the next big town because the reservation towns are real boring.

So I got in the car, the old time station wagon, started driving, and I heard something in the back of the station wagon.

And it sounded like somebody moaning like they were in pain, and I could hear the windbreaker, like someone's coat, the windbreaker, moving in the back seat.

And I thought somebody had craw called in the car and was

passed out and on the reservation so I kept going and I when I heard that I stopped I pulled over

and I opened up the corridor I walked around the car door you know, left the car door open so I could see in

because it was pitch black out there on the country road. So I started to get scared because I

looked around the car, walked around the car. There was nobody in the car. So I got back in,

this old station wagon, I kept going, and all of a sudden

I heard that moaning again, like, oh, like somebody was in pain, and the windbreaker,

like they were trying to move. And this time I stepped on the brakes. I was going to step on the brakes,

but it started to, it was like something pulled out the wheel and started to pull me into the curb.

And then I stepped on the brakes instead of going down into the ditch. There was no curb, I'm sorry, because we're out in the country.

I went down into, started to go down into the ditch.

And it was pretty scary.

I got out. I was shaking.

I knew I had to go back because something was telling me not to keep going,

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