Going Up Hill

Illustration: David McKinney's

Photos from the New Zealand hills

When I lived in Gettysburg, PA. There was a town about 35 miles south from us called Fredrick, Maryland. Folks in Gettysburg would go to Fredrick all the time for concerts, shopping and so on. The big story there was that if on a certain road going out of Fredrick, you would come to a hill. A pretty long and steep hill. The story go's that if you drive your car to the foot of the hill and turn your engine off and take your foot off the break, your car would start to go uphill.

One nigh while down in Fredrick, my friend and I decided to give it a try. We parked at the bottom of this hill and shut off the car and took our foot off the breaks and allowed the car to drift back a few inches til it cane to a complete stop. We made sure the gear shift was in the neutral position and then my friend and I just sat in the car very still and waited for something to happen.

After 5 minutes sure enough the car started to slowly go uphill. It went very slowly. Once we were past about the 1/3 mark on the hill we put on the breaks and started the car and backed down to the bottom because we didn't want to go the entire way to the top of the hill because we didn't know what or who was waiting for us there and after all we had our proof that the legend was correct.

I don't know the exact story as to why this happens. I had heard that many years ago some teenagers were killed in an accident as they topped the hill in their car. True or not I do not know. However, I do know that if you go to this road and try it you will start to go up hill. I have been told that not all cars will go up hill there but that some do and the one we were in most certainly did start to go up hill.

we didn't go all the way up and I would NOT recommend anybody go all the way up. No one knows what is waiting at the top of the hill and this was many many tears ago and to be honest I think the road is closed off now. However, it was an experience I can tell you that.

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Thirty Six

My mother was a very good and wonderful woman. She had two sisters and one brother. I never got to meet my uncle. He died long before I was even thought of. As a matter of fact, I don't think even my sister or brother ever got to meet him.

Mom never talked about him much at all. She talked about her sisters all the time but hardly ever did she mention her older brother. One day I just ask her why she never talked about him. She said because he in a way had really frightened her when something he said when they were both kids came true.

My Mom and her brother and sisters were raised in Baltimore, Maryland. As children growing up in the city they did the things city kids did for fun. My mom couldn't go out and play with her sisters and brother one day because she was sick. I think she was 8 years old and her brother was 10 years old. her brother brought her an ice cream from the corner store and my Mom ask him why he never got sick at all. He never even had a cold and didn't get the regular childhood diseases. to be honest about it at 10 years old the kid had never missed a day of school and had never been sick.

When she asked him why he never was ever sick he told her it was because he was going to die at the age of 36. She asked him how he knew that and he stated he just did, he just knew. He would from time to time tell my Mom that through the years and she would respond by telling her brother to stop talking like that. She told him he was as healthy as anyone she has ever seen.

Flash forward a few years and mom's brother was in the military and when he got home he married a really nice girl. My Mom had also married by that time and her and her brother just lived one city block from one and other.

About two months before my uncles 36th birthday he told Mom that he wouldn't be around much longer and she said she yelled at him to stop talking like that and my uncle said OK, wait and see.

A little less then two weeks before my uncle's 36th birthday a knock came on my Mom and Dad's apartment door. When Mom went to answer the door it was my uncle. he stated he had a very bad headache and ask if he could come in and lay down for a while. M mom told me she put him in the guest room and gave him some aspirin to take and my uncle refused it saying he just needed to lay down. At that point Mom told me she noticed he was all sweaty and shaking. She called the doctor and the doctor came to the house ( Yes, it was that long ago ) the doctor had my uncle admitted to the hospital. My uncle was diagnosed with spinal meningitis. he hung on for over a week and died on his 36th birthday!

How he knew nobody can seem to answer. However, my uncle always said he would only live to be 36 years old and he did die on his 36th birthday.

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The Falling Photo

The illustration photo is not of my aunt

In our family home in Gettyburg, PA, my Mother kept a photo of her sister in Baltimore, MD, hanging on the wall in the living room. She had it in a nice frame right on the wall for all to see. One night right before it got dark my Mother was sitting in her favorite chair and was talking about her sister (Sandy). She was explaining to me that she couldn't stop thinking her sister all day and she was going to call her before she went to bed that evening.

As soon as she said that, the photo fell off the wall and the glass in the frame must have gone into a thousand pieces all over the floor. The first thing my Mother did when it fell was she picked up the phone and started to make a call. I ask her who she was calling as I was carrying a broom and dust pan into the room to clean the broken glass up off the floor. My Mother informed me that when a photo falls off a wall that usally means that whoever the photo was of has just died and she wanted to call and make sure her sister was ok.

She dialed and then hung up saying that her sister's line was busy. As soon as my Mother finished telling me that our phone rang and my Mother answered it and she began to cry. After she hung up from the phone call she told me that it was a call about her sister. It seems he sister was at her home and suffered a stroke and fell down the stairs and died. It was not the stroke that killed her but instead it was the head injuries she had received from the fall.

I never was very superstitious but still after that, I do not hang photos of loved ones on any wall.

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Half a MILLION

This one in from Danny in Maryland
I was always a happy go lucky type of kid. I Never really gave much thought to anything that could be considered paranormal. I guess I just always figured everything happened for a reason and that was that. One day right after my 18th birthday that all changed.

Two days before my 18th birthday I was walking with my friend Mike on a street in Baltimore, Maryland, the city my friend and I both lived in. A strange sort of homeless looking lady walked up to me on the street and said to me "in 4 days your life will change. You will suffer a very sad tragedy but shortly after that you will become very rich and your life from that day on will change for the good".

I didn't care for this lady, who I did not know nor did I like that fact that she approached us on the street. I didn't want to sound rude to her so, I just said. "Really? Well what about my friend (Mike) here with me? Any good fortune for him too?" She looked at me with sadness in her eyes and told us that we would part ways very soon and unexpectedly. We both laughed and told this lady we had to go so we left, leaving her standing there on the street.

My friend, Mike and I continued up the street and went into a store to get a few things we needed for a party, at the store I also bought a scratch off lottery ticket. Mike and I then went to my place and put the party goods away and I laid the lottery ticket on the desk downstairs. And forgot about it. Two days later we had the party and Mike had to work but he assured me he would arrive at the party as soon as his work shift was over.

My parents and sister and younger brother and several cousins, aunts & uncles were all at this party as were many of the friends that knew my family and of course they knew Mike. As you can probably tell Mike and I were best friend since early childhood. For many years you would hardly ever see one of us unless you saw both of us. Only one other person besides Mike was not at the party yet and that was his older sister as she would arrive with Mike.

The party was in full swing and I felt like I needed some air so I went out side. Once outside I wondered where Mike was and why he was not here yet. I then heard sirens from a few streets over and to be honest, I got this scared, uneasy, nervous, feeling in the pit of my stomach. I made up my mind that if Mike was not there in another 20 minutes I would go looking for him. I went back into the house to join the party and talk with relatives I have not seen in a good while.

Keeping an eye on the time I saw where 20 minutes was up and still no Mike or his sister. I excused myself from a conversation I was having with my aunt and ran upstair to my room to get my jacket. As I was heading up the stairs I heard the phone ring. I continued going to my room to get my jacket and then headed back down stairs to leave and go look for Mike. My parents met me at the bottom of the stairs and they both had a look of horror on their faces. My Mom explained to me that the phone call was from Mike's mother and sister and that Mike had been invloved in a traffic accident and his mom and sister were requesting me to come to the hospital because it did not look good for Mike.

My parents drove me to the hospital as I held back my tears. My best friend was in a bad way and needed him to make it, to survive so all could be ok again. once at the hospital, I broke out crying as Mike's sister ran up to me sobbing and telling me that mike was on his way to pick her up so they could be at my party and he lost control of his car and went across the road and hit another car. Through my tears I tried to calm her down telling her that it would be ok and Mike would get better and he would be ok. I took her out side to try to calm her down and down the hallway I once again saw this lady who said i would be rich. I yelled at her to stop but she walked around the corner and I ran to the corner and as I rounded it I saw she had just vanished. Mike's sister and I returned to his room and I took his hand and kissed his forehead, telling him I needed my best friend and to please get better. 15 minutes later Mike died.

About 2 months later my Mother found the lottery ticket behind the desk as she was cleaning. She asked if it were mine and I just held out my hand not really wanting it but it was one of the last things Mike and I did together was buy that ticket. I scratched off the ticket and it was indeed a million dollar winner. I gave half the money to Mike's family as a tribute to my best friend.

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