I have always been fascinated by phantom vehicles, whether they are cars, buses, ships, planes or old-fashioned Hansom cabs. The traditional view that ghosts are the returning spirits of those who have lived does not seem to apply to the spirits of inanimate objects, for example, how can a ghost ship like the legendary Flying Dutchman exist if it does not possess a soul? ?
People used to say the same thing about animals, that ghostly horses, cats and dogs simply cannot exist because they have no souls (and how anyone could think that animals do not possess souls is beyond me).
The ghosts of some inanimate objects, such as motor vehicles, may in fact be the product of a timeslip. An example of this is the double bus crash with the resulting massacre that was reported to the police by several people in December 1978.
People spotted the overturned bus on New Chester Road, New Ferry, and some bystanders were shocked when a second bus crashed into it.
Police and ambulance were alerted by dozens of traumatized people, but when emergency services arrived there was no sign of a double bus crash, and one man was allegedly accused of wasting police time just because of the testimony of other attendees who swore something very strange. was going on and that they too had seen the horrific crash.
I later discovered that in December 1938 there was a double bus accident at the New Ferry site, which left three dead and over forty injured.
This could therefore have had more to do with the mysterious workings of time and space than with a ‘spooky’ repetition of a past tragedy. But how do we explain the following strange case?
In 2010, a 22-year-old lady called Jenny was staying with a friend on Coastal Drive, Wallasey. She had fallen out with her parents because she had been in a relationship with a much older man (and former family friend) named William, but had recently divorced him.
A friend of Jennifer’s met her on Coastal Drive in March 2010 and told her that her former lover was seriously ill and had asked about her a few days ago.
Jenny had to go to William, but the only problem was that she was broke and didn’t own a car, and no one would even lend Jenny the money to take a train to William, who lived in Heswall.
Jenny’s friend told her to forget about William, who was old enough to be her father, and move on, but Jenny decided she would try to hitchhike to Heswall, and she snuck out of her friend’s house in Wallasey at 9:30 p.m. and she walked to Bayswater Road and stood at the curb, near St Nicholas Church.
Some cars stopped and a few lone drivers asked, “How much?” and Jenny stepped back after uttering a few swear words, but around 9.40pm a brown Jaguar was stopped by Jenny and the driver, a long-haired man with a mustache in his late twenties or early thirties, leaned over the front passenger seat and continued shouting the window on the side: ‘Are you looking for a lift?’ to which Jenny replied: ‘Yes, I need to get to Heswall urgently!’
The door of the Jaguar was thrown open and Jenny climbed in.
Before she even had time to put on her seat belt, the Jaguar drove down Bayswater Road and the inertial forces pushed the girl back into the seat.
The car radio was playing Time of the Season by The Zombies and the driver was singing along to the song in a slightly tone-deaf voice, and for the entire journey, which must have lasted about thirty minutes, the man talked in some kind of slang. that sounded like a combination of an Austin Powers script and words Jenny had heard the Beatles use in interviews she’d seen on YouTube (since she was a big Fab Four fan).
When Jenny asked the driver where he was from, he quickly changed the subject. Jenny began to suspect something about the man and his car wasn’t quite right when she heard the announcer on the car radio commenting that Apollo 12 had landed on the moon in Oceanus Procellarum (Ocean of Storms) before linking this statement to the rock band Procul Harum. Apollo 12 landed on the moon in November 1969.
The unknown man dropped Jenny off at Tower Road South in Heswall and she thanked him profusely and he took her hand and kissed her knuckles before she left, then wrote a telephone number on the back of Woodbine cigarette pack.
“Please call me if you ever get lonely,” he said and sped off.
The roar of the Jaguar’s engine stopped dead at the intersection of Pensby Road, because suddenly that car was no longer there – it had literally disappeared. Jenny looked up and down Pensby Road, but there was no Jaguar in sight.
She later called the listed phone number out of curiosity and a man who lived on Hill Bark Road. Frankby said the man who gave her a ride was the ghost of his older brother Paul, who had died in a car accident in 1970. .
He also said this was not an isolated incident; his dead brother’s ghost had also given other people a ride, and he asked to see the phone number that Paul had written down, just to keep as a keepsake, but Jenny hung up and threw the number. away because the whole thing had scared her.
One of the strangest cases of a ghost vehicle was the futuristic 24-wheel heavy goods vehicle that four men found on Raby Mere Road in July 1982.
A 68-year-old man named Patrick walked with his three work friends, Richard, Roy and Sid, all in their 30s, along Raby Mere Road (not far from the Wheatsheaf Inn) to visit a man selling a car who was Patrick interested.
Patrick spotted the huge silver-gray juggernaut parked on the road next to a field where horses were grazing.
The four men went to the gigantic vehicle and inspected it. At one point, a door in the driver’s cabin hissed open – and remained open for several minutes.
His curiosity piqued, Patrick entered the vehicle and saw that the interior was lit with monitors and multi-colored lights with three upholstered seats.
The setup looked more like an airplane cockpit than a truck cabin. The four men looked around the interior when the vehicle started on its own.
Patrick got behind the wheel, drove the vehicle and noticed that it was an automatic. He saw that there were no dials to read: the speedometer was on a screen and the limit was 300 mph.
“What is that thing?” Patrick asked, suggesting he stop and leave the car before he got into trouble, but his three friends seemed excited and told him to “drive a little further.”
One of the men – Roy – opened a door leading to the back of the immense vehicle and saw that it contained a kind of long control room with even more screens. He found a plastic folder with rows of numbers and unintelligible words written in it. on it, and one of them read: Sunday June 12, 2044.
Another entry in the folder described an attack on “a group of robots.”
Roy thought maybe it was all a science fiction movie script and walked back to the taxi. The car has now been stopped by two police cars.
Patrick got out with his friends and a police officer asked him what type of vehicle it was.
Patrick said he didn’t know and that he had been stupid to drive it. He told me where he found the ‘truck’. An argument broke out with Patrick and an overzealous police officer who doubted his story when someone noticed the futuristic vehicle was missing.
A shocked police officer said the vehicle had slowly disappeared.
Unable to think outside the box and understand something that was inexplicable, the police finally left, and Patrick watched the huge tire tracks in the ground come to an abrupt end. He was as baffled as the police as to what that vehicle was.
