My husband, son and I were coming from visiting a home in Kanata that was being raffled off for a lottery and we decided to take a back road. There is a steep hill and in those days there wasn't much around.
When we came down the steep hill a man jumped in front of our car and he had no facial features, only a baseball cap and layers of clothing. We felt he must of been in his late teens early twenties by the clothes.
His face was on my side of the car and it glowed.
I screamed. I knew that it was a ghost due to the fact that if it was a real person we would of killed him with our car because he was in front of the windshield, which I know sounds nuts but my husband and son saw him too.
We drove through him and when I looked back in the mirror he was behind us and another car's lights where coming towards him. I yelled at my husband to stop to talk to the people behind us to ask if they saw what we did but he refused and kept driving.
We were so scared and felt like he was confused or trying to scare the hell out of us.
Years later I was driving down the same road and noticed a white cross in the ditch. I stopped with my son and found that a young man died when he crashed his truck in trees and I believe the time line was pretty close to our experience.
My husband is a police officer and he has never spoken about this to anyone but family for fear of being ridiculed but I swear to god this is true and I often wonder what would of happened if we did stop.