I live in a little town in Oregon. Now back in the olden days this
area was booming with gold mining. So one winter night me and
three of my friends decided to travel to the "Bohemia Saddle" to
the old mines there. It was actually a pretty stupid idea
considering it was about an hour to the mines and it was already
getting dark.

Well, when we got there it was practically dark. So we broke out
the two flashlights I keep in my car for "emergency" use. We
ventured into the mine having a grand-ole time. I was just sorta
looking around and I noticed one boot print in the mud, which I
thought was kinda' strange. Then I heard a weird noise, like
someone talking, but i couldn't understand it. Everyone else must
hace heard it too becuase they all went quiet. We heard it again
and this time footsteps. Now remember this is an old mine shaft,
lots of echoes! So we all ran out as fast as we could and jumped
into Ford Taurus. Of course, the car wouldn't start. Now these
mine roads are just basicaly cliffs winding up the mountain side.
Everyone was just saying come on lets go. I was trying but the car
wouldn't turn over. Then all of a sudden BOOM! Something hit the
side of my car. The car was sliding sideways toward the clif
edge! By this time everyone was screaming GO GO GO GO!!! I was
trying but the car wouldn't start. After what seemed like an
eternity, the car finally started, and we tore outta there. No one
said anything for a long time. Then my friend "Bryan" said, Did
that really just happen, we all agreed. But the weirdest part was
when I got up the next morning to go to work, there were two muddy
handprints on the drivers side door.
Joe