Ok so this happened to my Dad sometime in 86'. We lived in El Paso,TX my parents, my brothers, and my lil sis. I was 2 so i don't remember this happening but when I asked my mother if anything scary had happened to her or my dad she told me this story.

It was around 3 in the morning, my Dad was coming back from drinking with some of his friends. He was passing a hospital that has a cemetary right next to it. In front of the cemetary was a bus stop. There at the bus stop was a man in a black trench coat with a dog. The man had on a hat and you could not see his face.

My dad thought, "what is he doing?, theres no busses this time at night." He passed the man and decided to look in case the man was going to cross the street. To his surprise the man was not at the bus stop but actually sitting in the back seat of our station wagon!!!!! That made my dad step on the gas. My mom said that when he got home he pounded on the door and when she opened it he was very white and pale(my dad is dark skinned), and she couldn't make out what he was saying. The next morning my dad went outside and found out that he had actually broken down the door of the station wagon!!!

My mom thinks this happened to him because something was trying to tell him he had a family now and had to be more responsible(he spent his weekends drinking with his friends while my mom stayed home with us). Ever since then my dad doesn't talk about scary things or even watch scary movies.

This is a pretty short story but very true.