I was about 8 or 9 years old when this happened. My family lived on a farm that had a creek running through the property. The road that we lived on went over this creek as well and at night, it was dangerous as hell to drive on. There were no street lights anywhere on this road. You would be going down this straight away and then, all of a sudden, you’d go down this blind hill that turned into this hosed up “S” curve just before you crossed over the bridge.

People were always loosing it on this road and a few of them even ended up in the creek, and I could actually watch the police and tow trucks from my bedroom window pulling these cars from the creek. No one had been seriously injured or anything…yet.

Well one night after about a week or so of some heavy rains, a car came cruising on down the road, hit that “S” curve, lost control and skidded into a tree and then spun around and went hood first off the side of the bridge into the creek. The water was up a lot higher than usual and moving a lot more quickly due to the storms.

I watched as my dad went out there to try and help out. I assume that the cops told him to go on home because after about 5 minutes or so, he came back. He must have saw me in my window because he came upstairs and told me to go to bed. He seemed a little freaked out. I turned my light out and continued sitting at the window watching the drama unfold down at the bridge.

After about 30 minutes or so, I started getting tired and turned away from the action at the creek. I was now looking straight ahead down the length of my house’s driveway. At the end of the driveway were two large bushes. As soon as I turned I saw a floating, bandaged up head move between the bushes and disappear. This image is etched into my mind and I can still draw it from memory today.

The head was wrapped up almost like a mummy in pale, yellow-ish bandages. There wasn’t any blood or anything but I remember seeing what looked like hair poking out from the top of the head. Needless to say, I lost it.

The next day my dad told me that there were four people in the car. Two of them made it out alright, one was banged up pretty bad, and the person in the passenger seat next to the driver had died in the car.

I’ve often wondered if the “ghost” I saw was of the dead passenger. Why was it just a head? And why was it all bandaged? Well whatever it was, it scared the poo poo out of me. Severed ghost heads are never a good thing to have around.