Location: Late 1980s
Date of Encounter: Aiken, South Carolina
It was a rainy Fall afternoon on Wire Road in Aiken, South Carolina. I was riding shotgun in my own wood panel Cutlass Cruiser station wagon with my boyfriend at the wheel.
Wire Road has nary a house past the city limits and we came up to some railroad tracks way out past town.
As we approached, I saw a black man in a period style suit with pin-stripes, a vest, a pocket watch with a chain, and a hat. As we drove closer, the figure looked into the windshield of the car, smiled, and tipped his hat.
It was so out of the ordinary that we were at a loss for words.
We got about 1000 feet down the road, looked at each other and finally said, "Did you see that!" After playing back this event in my mind, I realized that my boyfriend never stopped on the tracks, and it was impossible for a living person to bend over the hood and look into the windshield to tip their hat. Also, it was raining and this man was dry as a bone.
The railroad tracks sit far out in the country with nothing nearby. It didn't make any sense. We concluded that we had both witnessed a ghost!