Honestly, ive only had 1 serious encounter with something I couldnt explain. A group of friends and I used to race on Mt. Wilson here in southern cali, its a thin road up and down to the observatory where the guardrails are scarce. We were doing our normal routine up and down or so, then around 1 the group starts to get tired and we break up. My buddy and I decide to do 1 more run as hard as we can since most people are off the path we can go all out, as we climb about to the top we pass this cobblestone wall and as my headlamps hit the wall I slam on my breaks.
1:12am, colder than hell, a 8 year old little girl in a white night gown is sitting on this cobblestone wall, the bottom of her gown covered in dirt and grime. My breaks finally allow me to stop maybe 3-4 feet past her, I open the door and leave my car running. I rush over to her and shes crying into her hands, her hair in front of her face. I ask if shes alright, and I get no responce. My friend is freaking out because there are NO homes around, wondering how are we going to get this little girl back down the mountian to the police (As well as a reasonable explaination why we were up there).
After another attempt to get her to break her cries, I reached my hand out to her and it passed through her arm. It felt like dense air, like that coming out of a freezer but in one specific area. The moment my fingers passed through the air, my car died (the turbo timer never even kicked in, (A turbo timer keeps a car running to keep flow of oil through a turbo to pevent damage)) the wind stopped, our cell phones died (upon later inspection), even our watches stopped for 11 min. She stopped crying, raised her head and looked me in the face. She had nothing there, not solid black like a grim reaper mask, not obscured by her hair, but a lack of light, an absense of it, almost if everything that was there is now missing completely. That is when we heard the laughter.
It was a little girls giggle at first, but within seconds it got much much deeper and more vicious. I couldnt relay the message to my feet to move, processing this just didnt work, thats when I hear "What the F___ are you doing you retard!" I turn and my friend is screaming at me from the car, he slams the door and i jumped in, turned the car on and floored it into first gear. We went up the mountian about 10 yards, and stopped and my friend just tells me "Book it, dont stop, dont slow down, just go!" Sound theory to me as well, we round the corner to the cobblestone wall and my headlights show she isnt there...shes standing in the middle of the street. My friend lifts himself over and slams his foot onto my knee/leg forcing my foot down the accelerator. We pass right through her, and hear something like nails on a chalkboard.
At the bottom of the mountian there is a gas station where everyone meets up to refuel and head home, at the bottom 3 of the friends in the group are just joking around and we fly into the gas station and almost spin out stopping. My friend jumps out, walks away and begins to chain smoke, a friend with a miata walks over and asks whats up. Im sitting down against my rear bumper just trying to comprehend it all. Then we are asked "What happened to your trunk?"
There were 5 deep gouges in my trunk for about 2 and 1/2 inches long they had broken the clearcoat and the paint. Since that day we have not returned to the mountian, I was even graded down from my astro physics class for the field trip due to refusing to return to the observatory.
Believe in what you will, it changed what I think.