SAW MY FRIEND’S SPIRIT STANDING ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD, THEN FOUND HIS BODY NEXT TO IT./u/TuzaHu

The Paranormal | July 15, 2023

SAW MY FRIEND’S SPIRIT STANDING ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD, THEN FOUND HIS BODY NEXT TO IT./u/TuzaHu

I was about 12 or 13 years old at the time, in the late 1960s. We lived in the mid west in a farming town surrounded by corn fields and beef cattle farms. We attended a church in a near by smaller town that was about 20 miles from our town, almost all corn fields, cows and scattered farm houses along the 2 lane road. One day on the way to church my dad was driving, mom was in the front seat and I was in the back driving by miles of corn fields I saw someone standing by by the corn miles from a house. As we drove closer I saw it was Lee, my friend from church. Along side of the road was a ditch, about 3 feet deep and 4 feet wide for the ample rain the area got. The side of the ditch next to the field had had a small hill of dirt about 4 feet above the road , like a levee so the rain on the field would stay in the field and not run into the road. Lee was standing on that hill, in front of the fence with his back to the corn and facing the road. He was a few years older than I. He just stood there looking out at the horizon, not down on the road, motionless, black pants and a white shirt. I told my parents that Lee was standing by the road

We got to church and at the service Lee's parents looked distraught. The minister made an announcement that Lee had just gotten a motorcycle and has not been seen for 2 days and his parents were worried. My mom and dad looked at me and told me not to say a thing. After the service I went to Lee's parents and told them what I saw. They were shocked at my parents not stopping to help their son. My mom explained that they didn't see Lee so they didn't stop. They insisted to follow us home and stop where i saw their son. I wasn't sure I could as it all was the same mile after mile of corn, it all looked the same. As we drove home up ahead I saw him again, just standing there. I pointed him out but my parents didn't see him and drove by again. I opened the car door knowing my dad would slow down and I got out of the car as he came to a stop. Lee's parents pulled right behind us. My dad was mad and told me to get back in the car, but I kept pointing to Lee and telling him, "There he is, he's standing right over there," but they didn't see him. I had to run back on the road a bit to get to where Lee was standing, both parents following me, my dad was mad and Lee's parents confused.

I finally got the the spot I was standing in front of Lee, he was still standing on the hill of dirt about 4 feet higher than I stood on the road. He was looking forward, not at any of us, eyes open, not moving a bit, not responding as I spoke to him. My dad was really mad and ordered me to the car, Lee's parents asking, 'Where is he?" The ditch by trhe side of the road was full of tall weeds, maybe 3 feet high. My dad was taller than I and saw something in the weeds the rest of us didn't. He stepped into the ditch, moving the weeds and we could see the handlebars of a motorcycle. My dad was furious pulling the bike around and grabbing something. He found Lee's body and the bike hidden in the weeds in the ditch, just below where I could see Lee plain as day standing. Lee's parents were holding each other gasping as my dad tried to free Lee from the bike but he said, "Lee's gone." I turned from Lee and looked at his parents sobbing, then I heard Lee say in a very sad, slow voice, "I'm...sorry...mom." I turned back and Lee was still just staring out at the horizon, I told his mom what he said and both his parents cried.

People driving by stopped and helped, someone got the Sheriff but Lee was long dead. Mom had me get back in our car and I sat for probably over an hour until we drove back home again. My parents knew I saw spirits since I was a child, they seen some, too. It was accepted in our family though we didn't talk about it to others. My mom would at times take me to spiritualist churches that had mediums, they were open to metaphysical teachings. The rest of the day was uneventful for us, though sad. That night I was doing my homework for school the next day and there was a knock at the door. It was the Sheriff and other men in uniform that wanted to talk to me. They didn't believe I saw his spirit and accused me of running Lee off the road killing him and that's how I knew where the body was. I was just a kid, I couldn't drive, I did have a bicycle but never would ride out that far.

The men returned two more times asking me the same questions. Later they'd return and only talk to my parents. Nothing more happed from that, but at school I was getting harassed by some students about what I did to Lee. Lee went to another school than I did but it was a farming community and many knew his family. Until I graduated high school now and then I'd be accused of his death.

My parents attended Lee's funeral but I didn't go. A few days later we all attended church on Sunday. Lee was no where to be seen on the road to church. Every one there was distant to us at church. Lee's parents would not look at my parents but would give mean stares at me. Multiple people at church did the same. This continued for a few more Sundays then my parents spoke to the minister and that was the last time we went to that church. I don't know what was said but it was obvious we were not welcomed.

Now, over 50 years later, I think of seeing Lee standing there, hear his voice, watching my dad struggle to help Lee and tell that he was dead. Two weeks ago I heard from a classmate from my school, but he was older than I. He said to me, "Parker when are you going to come clean on what happened to Lee." All this time and still some hold me responsible. I think it was a gift from Lee, that I would see him and tell where the accident happened. The tall weeds would not reveal his body until winter when the weeds would die down. He stood a few feet from his body and gave a final message to his mother. I think the Universe arranged this blessing for me to see him. I've not seen him since. After high school I left the community and have not returned even for a class reunion. When I heard from my old classmate accusing me of harming Lee it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had forgotten how tormented I was about this when I was young and now today, I'm an old man, and it hurts still that people think I harmed Lee. I was his last friend on earth. He showed me where his body was and gave me a message for his mother. I do feel honored to help him finish his final task on earth, but it hurts that others still accuse me of doing something I'd never do to anyone. -- ©David Parker

This is MY personal experience that has been life changing for me. Please don't post my story on your media platforms or broadcasts without my permission.

submitted by /u/TuzaHu
[link] [comments]I was about 12 or 13 years old at the time, in the late 1960s. We lived in the mid west in a farming town surrounded by corn fields and beef cattle farms. We attended a church in a near by smaller town that was about 20 miles from our town, almost all corn fields, cows and scattered farm houses along the 2 lane road. One day on the way to church my dad was driving, mom was in the front seat and I was in the back driving by miles of corn fields I saw someone standing by by the corn miles from a house. As we drove closer I saw it was Lee, my friend from church. Along side of the road was a ditch, about 3 feet deep and 4 feet wide for the ample rain the area got. The side of the ditch next to the field had had a small hill of dirt about 4 feet above the road , like a levee so the rain on the field would stay in the field and not run into the road. Lee was standing on that hill, in front of the fence with his back to the corn and facing the road. He was a few years older than I. He just stood there looking out at the horizon, not down on the road, motionless, black pants and a white shirt. I told my parents that Lee was standing by the road We got to church and at the service Lee's parents looked distraught. The minister made an announcement that Lee had just gotten a motorcycle and has not been seen for 2 days and his parents were worried. My mom and dad looked at me and told me not to say a thing. After the service I went to Lee's parents and told them what I saw. They were shocked at my parents not stopping to help their son. My mom explained that they didn't see Lee so they didn't stop. They insisted to follow us home and stop where i saw their son. I wasn't sure I could as it all was the same mile after mile of corn, it all looked the same. As we drove home up ahead I saw him again, just standing there. I pointed him out but my parents didn't see him and drove by again. I opened the car door knowing my dad would slow down and I got out of the car as he came to a stop. Lee's parents pulled right behind us. My dad was mad and told me to get back in the car, but I kept pointing to Lee and telling him, "There he is, he's standing right over there," but they didn't see him. I had to run back on the road a bit to get to where Lee was standing, both parents following me, my dad was mad and Lee's parents confused. I finally got the the spot I was standing in front of Lee, he was still standing on the hill of dirt about 4 feet higher than I stood on the road. He was looking forward, not at any of us, eyes open, not moving a bit, not responding as I spoke to him. My dad was really mad and ordered me to the car, Lee's parents asking, 'Where is he?" The ditch by trhe side of the road was full of tall weeds, maybe 3 feet high. My dad was taller than I and saw something in the weeds the rest of us didn't. He stepped into the ditch, moving the weeds and we could see the handlebars of a motorcycle. My dad was furious pulling the bike around and grabbing something. He found Lee's body and the bike hidden in the weeds in the ditch, just below where I could see Lee plain as day standing. Lee's parents were holding each other gasping as my dad tried to free Lee from the bike but he said, "Lee's gone." I turned from Lee and looked at his parents sobbing, then I heard Lee say in a very sad, slow voice, "I'm...sorry...mom." I turned back and Lee was still just staring out at the horizon, I told his mom what he said and both his parents cried. People driving by stopped and helped, someone got the Sheriff but Lee was long dead. Mom had me get back in our car and I sat for probably over an hour until we drove back home again. My parents knew I saw spirits since I was a child, they seen some, too. It was accepted in our family though we didn't talk about it to others. My mom would at times take me to spiritualist churches that had mediums, they were open to metaphysical teachings. The rest of the day was uneventful for us, though sad. That night I was doing my homework for school the next day and there was a knock at the door. It was the Sheriff and other men in uniform that wanted to talk to me. They didn't believe I saw his spirit and accused me of running Lee off the road killing him and that's how I knew where the body was. I was just a kid, I couldn't drive, I did have a bicycle but never would ride out that far. The men returned two more times asking me the same questions. Later they'd return and only talk to my parents. Nothing more happed from that, but at school I was getting harassed by some students about what I did to Lee. Lee went to another school than I did but it was a farming community and many knew his family. Until I graduated high school now and then I'd be accused of his death. My parents attended Lee's funeral but I didn't go. A few days later we all attended church on Sunday. Lee was no where to be seen on the road to church. Every one there was distant to us at church. Lee's parents would not look at my parents but would give mean stares at me. Multiple people at church did the same. This continued for a few more Sundays then my parents spoke to the minister and that was the last time we went to that church. I don't know what was said but it was obvious we were not welcomed. Now, over 50 years later, I think of seeing Lee standing there, hear his voice, watching my dad struggle to help Lee and tell that he was dead. Two weeks ago I heard from a classmate from my school, but he was older than I. He said to me, "Parker when are you going to come clean on what happened to Lee." All this time and still some hold me responsible. I think it was a gift from Lee, that I would see him and tell where the accident happened. The tall weeds would not reveal his body until winter when the weeds would die down. He stood a few feet from his body and gave a final message to his mother. I think the Universe arranged this blessing for me to see him. I've not seen him since. After high school I left the community and have not returned even for a class reunion. When I heard from my old classmate accusing me of harming Lee it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had forgotten how tormented I was about this when I was young and now today, I'm an old man, and it hurts still that people think I harmed Lee. I was his last friend on earth. He showed me where his body was and gave me a message for his mother. I do feel honored to help him finish his final task on earth, but it hurts that others still accuse me of doing something I'd never do to anyone. -- ©David Parker This is MY personal experience that has been life changing for me. Please don't post my story on your media platforms or broadcasts without my permission. submitted by /u/TuzaHu [link] [comments]

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