Ghost Story

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Hello. My name is Ronan Doran and I live in Ireland in the Capital city of Dublin. When I was seventeen I was down visiting my Auntie and cousins in a county called Wexford, about eighty miles from Dublin but a different world all together in that there is nothing to see for about 20 miles in any direction from her house. What I'm about to say was not one of the brightest days in my life and was about 14 years ago so please don't judge me to harshly. I had been there for about three weeks and one night decided to borrow my Aunts car without actually asking, it was a Fiat Punto and I wasn't used to driving. This would actually be my second time behind the wheel. Anyway, in first gear I drove off the avenue and about ten miles away in to a quarry car park which had a roundabout in it. I went around the roundabout slow enough but when it came to slow down even more and turn off the roundabout I panicked and floored the accelerator instead of the break as I should have done. To cut a very long story short I flipped the car on its side. I don't actually remember the accident as when my memory started again the car was on its side and I was standing up inside the car, as in my feet were on the passenger door and my hands were held firm against the drivers door, sounds weird believe me I know. I got out of the car and was pretty dazed. I had no idea where I was, remember I'm eighty miles away from my home and all the country roads/lanes in this area look exactly the same. I started walking back to my aunties home, trying to retrace my steps but really confused. I eventually came to a cross roads and I swear to you I had no idea which road to take. This is the weird part. I looked at the road right in front of me and I seen a man that as dumb as this sounds was transparent(yes I know how ridiculous it sounds) and there was a weird sort of green glow from him. He was wearing one of those hats that old Irish people wear, I don't know how to describe them to someone thats not Irish sorry. He had a vest cardigan on him which was dark green and he wore a part of dirty dull cream trousers and brown shoes(very detailed I know). When I got home needless to say the s**t hit the fan and I was in a ton of trouble but years later I described the situation to my Mother and shes convinced I described her Father, my grandfather. I'm more than happy to convince myself my mind was playing tricks on me but it really just seemed so vivid and my Mothers response seemed so certain, it was just extremely weird, seriously. Have any of you experienced anything similar? or can you maybe give me some insight into my experience? without being abusive please. Thank you, Ronan