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The Great Carquinez Truck Haunting

Updated on October 20, 2014

Carquinez Cemetery

Was That A Ghost?

This is where I saw the ghostly truck, at the old Carquinez Cemetery. My dog and I were out for a walk when we saw the ghost truck. She looked over at it the same time I did, then she looked at me; and at the time I saw it, I believed it to be a funky old truck. That's why it caught my interest. I get a kick out of classic autos, trucks in particular.

Ghosts aren't just for Halloween anymore. Grab a chill now. Ride in a haunted truck. Walk in a haunted cemetery.

Ok then.

Part 2, What Did I Just See?

Ghost Truck

Katie and I had a longstanding walking routine that took about forty minutes. We would first turn toward the main street and cut through the church parking lot so we could visit the neighbor dog for a minute or two. He was a nice, big, lonely dog, kind of homely, although with a sweet disposition; and he was left in the back of the church, apparently to guard the place, although I cannot imagine why on earth anyone would want to rob it. What were they going to get? A few hymnals, a couple of pews, maybe some holy water, couldn't be much in terms of resale value.

Anyway, the poor dog was there, not a vicious guardian of valuables, more of a forlorn, abandoned thing, always grateful to see me and Katie, always happy for any attention he received. The church people weren't what you would call pet lovers and hardly noticed his existence, the poor thing was lucky to get food and water on an irregular basis; except that there were a couple of small church boys who were truly delighted by him. It's always good to have friends and that church dog had a few.

Part 3, What Did I Just See?

Ghost Truck

After we stopped to see our buddy, we continued on down the main road, taking our time and enjoying the day. It was a pretty spring day, midmorning and perfect weather for walking. In just a few minutes, we had arrived at the old cemetery and pushed our way through the heavy old gate. Something about that ornate, rusted gate always gave me a little hushed chill; it was the passageway to another world after all; and the only time I would ever go there was in the full light of day. Once, when a ride dropped me off late at night, I had to walk past the place in pitch dark, it scared me so bad I couldn't even look in that direction, and just kept walking with as much tunnel vision as I could muster up.

So it's a fact that I was not seeking to see a ghost, regardless of the place. I have always been respectful of the dead and of their place in this world. For me, an older model cemetery is an escape from the unremitting noise and constant traffic of the world. Filled with all manner of trees and plants, thoroughly overgrown, it's very much like an outdoor church, with a sense of deep quiet far removed from the modern day. This, just inside the gate and closest to the street, was the oldest part of the cemetery. Most of what was left of the gravestones were faded and broken, some barely readable; but while a few others stood upright and solid, they too were ancient, only better built. There's a feeling of history connected with all grave-sites, and a sense of the spiritual. No hustle bustle for a damned fact.

Once inside the resisting, creaking gate, there were three paths to choose from. The path to the right followed the fence of the cemetery, and then it took a sharp left up the hill, going past the fireman's memorial. The hill on the right side was the steepest climb, followed by lesser slopes, but still a good healthy walk. And there was a harsher feel to this right side, wilder, more open space and not so cluttered with graves. Towards the back it went past a pasture of miniature goats, a pleasant experience usually watching them running around, but sad after the babies had been taken away from their mothers. The mothers would keep looking and calling for them, bleating with anxiety and fear.

Part 4, What Did I Just See?

Ghost Truck

The reason the old cemetery had so much open space toward the back was because a long time back, after some torrential rains, the graves on the last hills flooded down the hills with the rain. That must have been some sight to see, coffins shipwrecked and scattered, graves opened and empty. I don't know the particulars of how that ungodly mess was cleaned up, but a valuable lesson was learned and all the newer graves had huge slabs of cement anchoring them down.

The path to the left shared a fence with the new cemetery. Crypts were visible just on the other side of the fence, tiny little houses for dead people. The new cemetery was pretty much plastered over with concrete, not much to look at. But inside the fence of the old cemetery, there was a multitude of graves, trees, shrubs, and flowers, timeless and peaceful. It went on that way, up and down the hills, until the last hill, where everything sort of emptied out into a long expanse of green with occupancy scattered and held in place firmly with cement slabs.

The middle path went straight up the first hill and it was a sunny walk. Except for the graves, it was like being in a park, abandoned by people and with a timeless air to it. Up and down the gentle hills, jackrabbits and ground squirrels flourished and birds chirped busily in the trees. This was the path my dog and I took. It was her decision and she headed for the middle route.

Phantom Ride

This is kinda like the one I saw, but mine was older and more beat up.

Part 5, What Did I Just See?

Ghost Truck

We had been up and down a couple of hills when we heard the truck. Katie and I looked at each other once we were aware of the intrusion; we liked our walks to be solitary. Then we turned at the same time to see what was making the noise and there it was, on the left side path, chugging down a hill in full view, framed by full grown trees, but clearly visible. It was an antique truck, an old Ford I guess, not much past the time of the Model T. It was dark colored and I couldn't see the driver. After a few seconds, it dropped out of sight behind the hill.

Generally, when we saw maintenance workers or other people, we discreetly moved off in another direction. This time though, I was intrigued. That truck was old. It couldn't have been a maintenance worker, not a chance. Their trucks were more identifiable, if not with city markings, then with tools in the back, a working man feel to them. This truck was something else altogether, a visitor to a grave maybe, or what else I didn't know. For the most part, only the maintenance people were authorized. I had seen them on many occasions, mowing grass, clearing branches, tending to the cemetery. I had also seen a very few funerals in here, not often by any means. And the gates out front would have been open, but they weren't open, I know they weren't open, anything that unusual and I would have noticed it; and Katie and I would have kept going. I would never intrude on a funeral or let my dog intrude either; it's horrible to intrude on someone's grief, or even to be close to it. Also, the rare burials in this place would be accompanied by a hearse, flowers, a huge mound of dirt freshly dug, and other cars. No funerals were happening.

Part 6, What Did I Just See?

Ghost truck

All this was running through my mind, I was curious. I looked at Katie; she seemed to be curious too. That dog and I worked well together; we could read each other's minds, and we started cutting across to the path on the left side where the truck was. It didn't take long, carefully picking our way around the graves until we were on the left path, absolutely didn't want to step on one, that would be bad karma.

Once on the path, we finished going down the slope and started up the next one. No truck was in sight by the time we reached the top. So we started down the hill and up the next one. Once on top of the second hill, it hit me like a blast of cold air, the truck was gone. No truck, no driver, not one thing was on that path. My dog and I were alone, standing on top of the hill. I turned in a complete circle, looking all around me for the truck. It was not there.

I stood there for a little bit thinking, wondering, and rehashing the whole scenario. Could it be? Had I just seen a ghost? I turned in a circle again, looking for the truck, looking and wondering. But there was no truck, no evidence of a truck, nothing but me and my dog, out for a walk in the cemetery.

Dear god! I want to ghost hunt professionally.

© 2011 Linda Hahn

Just Say Boo

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      sierradawn lm 3 years ago

      What a deliciously chilling experience!

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      E L Seaton 4 years ago from Virginia

      You spin a lively yarn there. Shiver me timbers and all such nautical stuff as that!

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      Shari O'Leary 4 years ago from Minnesota

      I think you did in fact, see a ghost truck. Your dog did too. She was probably surprised you saw it.

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      poppy mercer 4 years ago from London

      It has all the hall marks of a true sighting: no psychological expectations, bright day, relaxed person (and dog!), and the big teller: you say you thought it was real and went looking for it in a kind of lazy, curious way.

      I know that feeling, having myself gone to check out the old guy standing by the kitchen door with a tray of veg in his hands, one bright and sunny morning when I was working at an old private school for boys, built in the 1500's. Nope, he just wasn't there.

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      AlleyCatLane 4 years ago

      Great ghost story! I have a friend who has had numerous ghostly experiences. I love hearing her tell about them.

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      Tony Bonura 4 years ago from Tickfaw, Louisiana

      Whoa, a ghost truck! I have seen a couple or five ghosts in my time, but I have never seen them in a vehicle. They were always alone too. Gave me good chill and now I keep thinking there are "things" here in the room with me. Thanks a lot Linda.

      TonyB

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      VspaBotanicals 4 years ago

      This certainly got me in the mood for Halloween. Great lens.

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      Lorelei Cohen 4 years ago from Canada

      Yikes ghost stories scare the heck out of me. I could not read your entire story because it spooked me a little too much. Those who love a great ghost story will love this one. With Halloween approaching it is the perfect time for a good ghost story.

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      chas65 4 years ago

      Always fun to read a good ghost story.

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      JerseyJames 4 years ago

      Enjoyed reading your lens.

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      anonymous 4 years ago

      That must have been an experience, good thing you had a witness. You might have been wondering about yourself as all grownups do. It is easier to have such experiences up to teenage.

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      RichLeighHD 4 years ago

      If you started writing ghost story novels, I'd buy them!

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      wheresthekarma 5 years ago

      Sound like you just saw a ghost! LOL Or at least the apparition of a truck. But seriously great writing, great story, and glad you got to experience a friendly "visit."

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      Virginia Allain 5 years ago from Central Florida

      I loved your descriptions and the feel you created for the setting. Oooh, kinda strange alright. I'll add this to my True Stories of Haunted Places.

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      BarbaraCasey 5 years ago

      Great story telling. You had me engaged all the way.

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      Marti Lawrence 5 years ago from Grain Valley, Missouri

      Love old cemeteries! Great lens!

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      yayas 5 years ago

      I think this would have been a very interesting walk. Did you know that in times past people used to plan their local outings at the cemeteries? Yup! Families would all bring their picnic lunches an' the whole town would gather for an afternoon, enjoying time with family an' friends whilst being with their long-departed loved ones. Very interesting stuff.

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      anonymous 5 years ago

      Hello Lynda,

      Many thanks for dropping by my website www.hauntedisland.co.uk I received your message and had to checkout your story, beautifully written and for sure a very eerie expereince

      There have been several reporting of Ghost Cars and Vehicles in general, perhaps one of the most Famous in the US is the reported sighting of Abraham Lincolnâs Funeral Train http://www.hauntedisland.co.uk/haunted-trains/abra...

      Once again many thanks for sharing and please pass on my wesbite to your facebook, Squidoo and twitter friends.

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      intermarks 5 years ago

      I have once been very close to those invisible entity when one of my clerk being possessed, and we have to take care of her for almost a month before she was cure by a medium. But, it is still hard to believe.

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      Pam Irie 5 years ago from Land of Aloha

      This is getting good. :)

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      Anthony Altorenna 5 years ago from Connecticut

      Intriguing, and I'm interested in reading more.

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      JoleneBelmain 5 years ago

      I definitely believe in ghosts, although I do not believe I have seen any... and I hope never to see one. I am very freaked out by the thought, whether they would be nice or not.

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      waldenthreenet 5 years ago

      Yep, I live in the land of the "Grey Ghost" in Northern Virginia. I hear Ghost stories all the time . Congrads on reaching Squidoo level 55. Going for level 56 myself. Will visit with you again to exchange "Ghost Stories" ! Thanks.

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      anonymous 5 years ago

      when my mom went to main street graveyard when she was a teen she went with 3 of her friends and she drove that was in the middle of the day and all the sudden it got foggy just in that area and her friend in the back heard the truck and he knew that the truck would try to run you off the road so she did a quik u-turn and sped off and she pulled up to the big two story house and all of her friends and her saw something big and one of her friends were sitting up on the window and the thing was bigger than 8 larg inground pools with lights all around it and then all the sudden it shot up in the air and disapered and i swear on my life that my mom never tells a lie and also one time her friend went to a grave in the old grave yard and sat down in the fog with a notepad and a pencil and she was never able to draw and she closed her eyes and just waited then she opened her eyes and she saw a perfect drawing of an old truck and a car crash then she freaked and ran out of there

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      Donnette Davis 6 years ago from South Africa

      eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

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      Nancy Tate Hellams 6 years ago from Pendleton, SC

      You've got me hook, line and sinker and I am anxious to continue my read - chills and all

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      Lorelei Cohen 6 years ago from Canada

      That is indeed a spooky ghost tale. It gave me shivers just reading it.

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      RuthCoffee 6 years ago

      I haven't seen ghosts but I do believe it's quite possible they exist. Until you've had an experience like this I can understand being skeptical. I think sometimes we brush things off we can't explain, when in fact we need to accept that there are things that we don't fully understand but are nonetheless real.

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      anonymous 6 years ago

      Great story, I loved reading every word of it! I haven't had much experience with ghosts, but I do believe in them!

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      Sara Valor 6 years ago from Breezy Hills

      Interesting pet story and ghost sighting story. I'm one of those strange one's who has seen and interacted with spirits since childhood...

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      hysongdesigns 6 years ago

      I've seen many unexplainable things, even my grandparents years after they died. Nothing bad, just there. I've also found if I ignore them they eventually go away.

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      ShellB 6 years ago

      I haven't seen any ghosts I'm positive I've been visited before. I've had the water in the bathroom run on by itself a few times. Freaky!

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      Morticella LM 6 years ago

      Ok now this lens is listed in squidojo please report any problem

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      Beepopalula 6 years ago

      My pets used to play with "invisible" people. Ghost i guess.

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      Nancy Carol Brown Hardin 6 years ago from Las Vegas, NV

      Animals are very sensitive to spirits. If your dog or cat suddenly raises its head, pricks its ears attentively and looks in one direction, you can be sure there's something there. Good lens and thanks for sharing with us.

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      anonymous 6 years ago

      Interesting story. I know that dogs can sense things beyond what we can.

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      sorana lm 6 years ago

      Great story. It will go very well on My Visitors lens.

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      Amy Fricano 6 years ago from WNY

      Boo plus!

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      anonymous 6 years ago

      Loved the story, scary and maybe it was an illusion. However, some people have the knack of encountering the ghosts while some do not see them at all.

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      gypsyman27 lm 6 years ago

      Great story, good lens, I didn't do well on the quiz but I hardly ever do very well. I like this kind of story, you have a fan. See you around the galaxy...

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      ChrisDay LM 6 years ago

      I can picture the place and the moment!

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      David Stone 6 years ago from New York City

      Love your smooth, fluid writing style.

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      mattseefood lm 6 years ago

      Scary stuff! Keep posting some more :)

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      Linda Hahn 6 years ago from California

      @anonymous: Actually, this did happen. Thank you for reading.

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      inkserotica 6 years ago

      Interesting story :)

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      AwesomeAuthor 6 years ago

      I know there are spirits around us especially loved ones that are now our Angels,but, I have never seen a ghost.

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      Snakesmom 6 years ago

      I love a good ghost story! Thanks

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      anonymous 6 years ago

      Nice one. Was that a story or a real life narration? Cheers!

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      Stonecutter 6 years ago

      I love a good ghost story (as long as someone else is seeing he ghost that is) and this ghost story is very well written. It was interesting to read about the graves that were washed away by the rains, there was similar incident in a suburb of Denver when I was about 14, people were totally freaked out by it.