About thirty years ago I was visiting relatives near Lake Topaz Nevada. My uncle told me a rural road (funny he called it "rural". All roads in lake Topaz are rural -- at least they were then.) where not but but many ghost cars roar up and down the road after midnight.
I, of course, was compelled to investigate this myself.
I positioned myself at the location my uncle said would be the best behind a large berm. I waited and waited, watching cars pass wondering if they were driven by the dead. Finally, about 2:00 am, a sudden chill swept over me. Though it was late summer, the air felt like winter. There was a thundering roar of a car engine and the ground vibrated. I stared in the direction of the sound, waiting for headlights. But there were no headlights, only a dark 50's car with tail fins illuminated by the half moon. It roared past me at a very high rate of speed, a swirling twist of fire hot air mixed with the paranormally cold around my body. Then it was gone. That night I believe I saw one more ghost car, an old pick-up truck. It too, traveled the road without benefit of headlights.
I wish I could remember exactly what road it was. I do know another road near ther led to the Walker River, but that's all I remember.
I shall return to this place and report back.
Jame Starlight, PhD.
