I am not exactly sure of the date but it was starting to get cool and I was around 8 yrs.old. My Aunt and Uncle lived in a hollow or rather holler like we called it back in Alabama. The place in general is over run with its share of ghosts, haunts, unexplained creatures, deaths or rather murders with no explanation, etc.... . Anyway my cousins boyfriend at the time went up the mountain to the store to get us some candy, and a few odds and ends for supper . Us kids had to play outside that particular day; there was 3 of us ranging from 8 to 6 roughly. It kept getting later and later and we thought he had went somewhere else or gotten lost . Well it was time to eat so we sat on the open back porch at our table when I heard a call for help. I then realized my cousins had heard it to, cause we all turned in the same location. I saw what looked like a casket with this guy laying in it up on the hill among the kudzo

My cousins claimed to have seen the same thing. I was the 2nd oldest. We shook it off and went back to eating and it happened again. Well, we all went in side and told our story. The grown ups believing in things like that told us to wait for it to happen again, and then they would go looking for him. Well I guess we played till it was getting dark and it happened again. We all went looking for him in the truck and found where he had ran fast and skidded on a curve and his car was just about to go over the edge when we got there.

I till this day believe it was a supernatural warning.