Got a creepy story I posted ages ago but I think you may want to hear it again...........

'In 1997, a 35-year-old Bootle man named Greg left his girlfriend's flat on Liverpool's Sheil Road just after 3.00 in the morning. He put on his safety helmet and mounted his 250cc Honda Super Dream motorcycle and drove off into the freezing cold night. Greg travelled up Belmont Road, turned right into Breck Road, and then, seeing that Priory Road looked deserted, he gave his motorbike full throttle and accelerated as he performed a wheelie, with the front wheel of the bike in the air. As Greg tore past Stanley Park, his bike seemed to hit what felt like a stretch of black ice, and he lost control of the machine then hit a wall. It all happened so fast, it seemed unreal, like a dream.

Greg woke up surrounded by a crowd of bystanders. He realised his left arm was paralysed, and assumed it was broken. His legs felt completely numb. The motorcyclist groaned and one of the bystanders - and old man with a white moustache and a flat cap - leaned over Greg and said "Hold on there, help will come soon."

Greg looked to his left and saw a woman of about 50 years of age. She wore a long black dress that went down to her ankles. She was smiling down at Greg, and she suddenly said something that annoyed and scared him a little. She said, "He's a goner. The shock will kill him."
A few members of the crowd that Greg couldn't see muttered in agreement.

Greg reached inside his leather jacket with his uninjured hand and felt for his mobile phone. His hand shook as he retrieved the phone, and he held it out to the old man and said, "Phone for an ambulance."
The old man recoiled away from the telephone. He gazed at it with a puzzled look and said nothing in reply.
Greg couldn't understand why the old man refused to take the phone from him. He offered it to a man standing over him, but he too just stood there without accepting the mobile. Then something happened which threw a supernatural light on the proceedings.....

There was a gust of wind that blew against the long ankle-length skirt of the woman who had said Greg wouldn't survive the crash. There were no feet or shoes at the end of that skirt when it fluttered in the wind. It was empty.
Only then did Greg realise that the people surrounding him were ghosts.
Twenty feet away was the wall of Anfield Cemetery.
When Greg gazed up at the face of the woman who said he'd die, she was gazing down at him with a grinning expression that made his flesh creep. A hackney cab suddenly came upon the scene and the taxi driver stopped, got out and knelt beside Greg to tell him he'd just called for an ambulance.
Greg pointed to the figures, which were now slowly dispersing, but the cab driver couldn't see the anybody. Greg watched each of the figures leave the scene of the crash and walk one by one through the wall of Anfield Cemetery.

Greg was taken away to hospital and survived the crash. He told the staff at the hospital about the ghosts who surrounded him after the motorbike smash. A nurse at the hospital said that many years before, a motorist who had crashed on Walton Lane was brought into casualty, and he swore that the crowd of bystanders who had come upon the scene of his crash before the ambulance had slowly melted away as the paramedics arrived.'

(from 'The Other Side Of Midnight' on Tom Slemens' site)

So...was it the bump on the head?? Did he imagine it all??
I'd be inclined to believe it was all a dream, except for the fact that this is not the first story I've heard like this. I've spoken to sensible people who have had very similar experiences at other large cemeteries...

Hammy x x x

I wonder what that 'wall' was that he hit, and did it prevent him from actually recieving worse injuries?
I also wonder if there was anything like this occuring here in the states? I'm sure it has, I just would love to hear and read about them.

another great one Hammy, that sent shivers up my spine.... no feet

Reg

As usual Hammy, another good story....Goosebumps on this one

i want to say dean r koontz ,wrote a short story about seeing dead people at accident sights,,,but the dead would kill the person that got in the wreck,they would sufficate them or something like that(been years,,but remember they did a made for tv movie about it)

Oooh - I think I saw that!!

This story gives me the willies because we like to think that when we die, the people on the 'otherside' will be helpful and welcome us.....not stand and rubber-neck at accidents