my wife told me one. there is a railroad crossing in San Antonio. if you stop your car on the tracks, after a bit something slowly moves your car forward and it's not because of an incline or the weather. it's a crossing where someone was killed when trying to pass. and it's not a one time episode. strange.
Hey TEX(AUS), I dated a girl from San Antonio in college. One weekend we went took a trip to SA and she took me to the tracks. According to the locals, a school bus full of kids got stuck on the tracks and were killed by a train. If a vehicle stops on the tracks, the car will be "pushed" off of the tracks and into the clear. When we went to the tracks, there must have been 10 other groups of people who came to experience "the push". Some people brought flour with them to sprinkle across their trunk and bumper, because apparently they can see children's hand prints on the back of their car.
The Travel Channel included The Tracks in the top ten haunted places in the US. They sent a team out there to take measurements and they said the ground is perfectly level so there is no sloping of the ground to cause your car to roll forward. Pretty interesting stuff.
The SA "haunted" RR tracks is a myth. No such accident ever occurred in SA.
It is a myth (check snopes if you dont believe it), but I have a story about it anyways.
One night while I was at Texas State (no affliction shirt) we took a midnight trip out there and tested the story, which actually turned into an extremely weird encounter night.
3 vehicles went out there: My truck, my roommate's truck and our friend Ross' truck. There were about 12 of us out there and we take turns stopping on the tracks. We put flour on the back to look for hand prints and everything.
Ok, here's a description of the area: There's maybe 200yrds of street before the tracks. After the tracks, there's about 30 feet of road and then the road turns 90 degrees to the right. From there the road parallels the tracks for a long way.
That night, after a few attempts and no success we decide to give up but someone wants to try one more time. My truck and my roommate's are parked at the top of the hill (no the street is not flat) and we take Ross' truck to the tracks. While we're dusting his tailgate with flour a small car comes roaring down the road paralleling the tracks with no lights on. The car slams on its brakes sliding sideways and stopping just before the 90 degree turn and just sits there.
By the time this car comes to a stop, Ross has already jumped back in the drivers seat, the cab was filled and the remaining people have jumped in the bed of the truck...everyone except for me.
Terrified, he throws it in reverse and peels out backwards getting away from the axe murderer that has to be driving this car leaving me in the middle of the road at 2am and 200 yards away from my truck.
This all happened within about 10 seconds so my thought processes were somewhat handicapped. I'd decided that I was already doing something stupid (testing a ghost story) so I might as well meet the newcomers and started walking toward their car. They turned their headlights on and drove up to me.
The initial sight of the occupants of this car was somewhat disconcerting. All Mexicans, there were 2 males who couldn't have been more than 14, a Mexican girl who never spoke but looked like she was 20 something and a baby in a car seat. The two boys were in the front and were still smoking weed when they pulled up to me. They rolled the window down and asked if they'd scared us and then said that they were just trying to see how fast they could go without headlights down that road when the turn came up faster than they expected.
At this point, the absurdity of the situation was starting to sink in and I just started laughing, I didn't know what else to do.
I guess he was satisfied with my reaction because he just rolled up the window, turned around, switched the headlights off and took off down the street again with out another word...