Been away on the road a few days and noticed this thread bumped up so I’ll share another story I’d forgotten about.
In a small, Texas town is a typical old cemetery dating back to the 1800’s. Normally I only go to cemeteries to pay respects to people I once knew or for historical reasons. Other than that I don’t have a reason to visit. Well, an acquaintance of the family, who lives in that same town, was telling some of my family members about the unique headstones in that cemetery. The man suggested that we sometime stop to see for ourselves how neat many of them are. Several weeks later I had some free time and figured there wouldn’t be any harm in visiting the cemetery.
Prior to stopping there I drove to the nearest town that has a gas station and filled the tank up on my pickup. There are no gas stations in the town with the small cemetery I was heading to that day. Less than thirty minutes after filling up with gas I made it to the cemetery and parked on a flat area adjacent to graves but along the main road through it. Respectfully I read names and dates on the headstones looking to see if by chance there was anyone buried there my family knew. At first there wasn't anything peculiar noticed. It may have been about an hour or so later that an oddness was sensed. I tried to push it away thinking it was just me somehow imagining things. When this feeling got heavier I decided it was best to leave anyhow because I’d seen enough of the graves and had my fill of it. There was still this obvious feeling of being watched yet nobody else was out there.
I walked over to my pickup, unlocked the door, and got inside. Here’s where the visually weird part began. After inserting my key into the ignition and the gauges came alive, my fuel gauge showed less than half a tank. I pulled the key out of the ignition and looked under the pickup to make sure I somehow didn’t notice the smell of leaking fuel. There was neither the smell of raw fuel nor any sign of fuel dripping or pouring out from anywhere under the pickup. So I get back inside and reinsert the key into the ignition and this time actually started the engine. Just as before, the fuel gauge only showed less than half a tank. How could this be when I’d just filled up before coming there? The gauge and sender had never malfunctioned before. While heading back on that straight part of the road leading back to the highway, the gauge never corrected itself. But after traveling a few miles away on the rural highway the gauge started slowly increasing the fuel level. The further away from the cemetery the higher the gauge would read. Just before reaching the next town the fuel gauge was now showing full again. It has never malfunctioned again like that to this day and I’ve never been back to that cemetery.
In a small, Texas town is a typical old cemetery dating back to the 1800’s. Normally I only go to cemeteries to pay respects to people I once knew or for historical reasons. Other than that I don’t have a reason to visit. Well, an acquaintance of the family, who lives in that same town, was telling some of my family members about the unique headstones in that cemetery. The man suggested that we sometime stop to see for ourselves how neat many of them are. Several weeks later I had some free time and figured there wouldn’t be any harm in visiting the cemetery.
Prior to stopping there I drove to the nearest town that has a gas station and filled the tank up on my pickup. There are no gas stations in the town with the small cemetery I was heading to that day. Less than thirty minutes after filling up with gas I made it to the cemetery and parked on a flat area adjacent to graves but along the main road through it. Respectfully I read names and dates on the headstones looking to see if by chance there was anyone buried there my family knew. At first there wasn't anything peculiar noticed. It may have been about an hour or so later that an oddness was sensed. I tried to push it away thinking it was just me somehow imagining things. When this feeling got heavier I decided it was best to leave anyhow because I’d seen enough of the graves and had my fill of it. There was still this obvious feeling of being watched yet nobody else was out there.
I walked over to my pickup, unlocked the door, and got inside. Here’s where the visually weird part began. After inserting my key into the ignition and the gauges came alive, my fuel gauge showed less than half a tank. I pulled the key out of the ignition and looked under the pickup to make sure I somehow didn’t notice the smell of leaking fuel. There was neither the smell of raw fuel nor any sign of fuel dripping or pouring out from anywhere under the pickup. So I get back inside and reinsert the key into the ignition and this time actually started the engine. Just as before, the fuel gauge only showed less than half a tank. How could this be when I’d just filled up before coming there? The gauge and sender had never malfunctioned before. While heading back on that straight part of the road leading back to the highway, the gauge never corrected itself. But after traveling a few miles away on the rural highway the gauge started slowly increasing the fuel level. The further away from the cemetery the higher the gauge would read. Just before reaching the next town the fuel gauge was now showing full again. It has never malfunctioned again like that to this day and I’ve never been back to that cemetery.
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