Skip to comments.Sacramento woman claims dead boyfriend's ghost is haunting her car
Posted on 05/01/2014 7:12:28 AM PDT by JoeProBono
SACRAMENTO, A Sacramento woman, who was dating a man that died of a drug overdose in 2005, claims that his ghost began haunting her 2002 GMC pickup just days after his death.
Deanna Stinson says she had so many supernatural encounters with the deceased 22-year-old, that she sold the car.
I could feel touching on my hair and on my shoulders, on my thighs, just everywhere, she told CBS Sacramento. My concentration would be lost a lot of the times, but I would just pray, and then it would stop.
Stinson claims Alexs presence would be especially strong when she wore a skirt that he really liked.
I would say, OK, now youre scaring me, stop, she said. Every time I would think about him, I could feel him.
When Alexs ghost followed her to her new car, Stinson called in paranormal investigator Paul Dale Roberts.
After using electronic equipment to test the vehicle, Roberts determined that Alex is probably not attached to his car, but hes attached to Deanna.
Alex might not stay attached for too long, as Stinson and Roberts got married in April.
Deanna Stinson in her car (Screenshot via CBS Sacramento)
$20 says there are roaches in the ashtray.
I was expecting to see the top part of Alex’s head pop up and peer over Deanna’s right shoulder in that picture. It’s not a GIF, though.
Deanna baby, those are called “demons” in the Bible. There are no such things as ghosts; like there’s no Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, or Santa Claus.
If she owns a GMC vehicle I’d be more worried about rusted out fuel/brake lines than an old dead boyfriend copping a feel.
Call the Ghost Hunters!
That would be a sight - those folks and all their gear crammed into the car.
“I think I saw something on the trunk camera!”
We had it just a short while when I started to feel spooky when I drove it, especially at night. I frequently would check to see if somebody was in the back seat.
I happened to be talking to the friend who sold it to us and he said that some guy had committed suicide, yeah, and "they had to clean his guts out of it. That is why all the upholstering looks so new."
We promptly called the junk yard to come get it. No way was I going to sell that car to an unsuspecting person.
When I asked my fried why he didn't tell us about the suicide, he said, "I didn't think it would bother you."
Where demons plague people can be surprising.
At any rate, why do they keep calling this truck a car?
About the pews — fill the hearts with Christ, then the people will find their way to pews.
Zak would hit it!
Christ’s love can conquer anything, even the demons of hell.
The battle that takes place prior to the conquest can be, well, interesting.
For all its successes, modern science does not tell us everything about the creation we need to know.
There are no ghosts, and “paranormal investigators” are a fraud.
It sounds like her boyfriend was a horny teenager.
That is very true. Science cannot explain the mysterious. Instead it relegates everything it does not understand nor want to understand as "superstition." And, whatever science cannot explain but they need to believe something, they tend to create nonsense explanations that "sound" scientific like global warming or evolution.
I think GM put out a recall for that very thing back in the mid-2000s.
Science with integrity would say that the supernatural is an area it cannot treat.
Those who trust in it to furnish a worldview will create aspersions about superstitions. The worst superstition is to trust in mere humanity, however.
And issued vouchers to dealerships for exorcists?
And anyhow that’s a truck not a car.
I once worked on an old 727 where weird things were going on for the entire flight, especially in the aft galley. The beverage cart even worked itself out of its housing and turned into the aisle at one point. When we finally landed, there was no crew dallying in the back of the plane... We were all right behind the passengers to get off that thing.
Neither I, nor my coffee have any involvement in this.
Was that a one time event or did it happen often?
Love his show. I get a kick how they react when they hear something LOL
The last straw was when I got out of it one day, mind you I had already turned the key off and was standing outside the car with the keys in my hand - AND IT WAS STILL RUNNING. There is probably a mechanical explanation for it but I did not wait around for it. I went right in the house and called somebody to take it away. We took things out and trashed it so no one would want to buy it after it was out of our hands.
Laz would haunt it.
“Can you show me a sign? Can you honk the horn? Maybe work the door locks?”
‘S not my fault either!
(Okay, well maybe the coffee is mine.)
Sam and Dean, another case.
My ‘89 VW Golf was semi-jokingly called “the Flying Dutchman”.
It had a seatbelt that would sometimes not unlatch.
But there was nothing wrong with the latch.
And I was the only person it did that to.
That was the only time I had been on a plane where so many things happened. The aft lav door kept locking. About 2 different times, I had a passenger come to me and say, "Is someone in that bathroom? I've been waiting for 15 minutes... and I'd go back there, knock and check the door and open it, to find it empty.
It all started with the coffee pots in the aft galley. We had gone out to do the beverage service and replaced the coffee pots on the burners, then we went out to pick up. When we got back to the galley, every single coffee pot had flags on the handles. Some had two or three flags. (We would "flag" the pots to tell the difference between regular and decaf... and since it was my galley, I knew I had only flagged the decaf.) So the other FA came out and looked at me like I was crazy, and asked why I had double-flagged all the pots. I was like, "What are you talking about?" She goes, "I can't tell the regular from the decaf..." and showed me that all the pots had flags on them. I looked back at her and said, "Are you screwing with me?" She goes, "No! Are you screwing with me?" And that was how it started.
There were other little things going on... stuff being misplaced and misplaced again... things that didn't really catch your attention or could be explained away. But having six coffee pots with flags all over the handles was really something that made you go... WTH is going on here?
Now the cart coming out of the housing... that could have been explained away, but it was so weird... and something I never saw again. We had a hard landing, and the cart, which was back by our jumpseat, jumped out of the housing, turned itself, and went zooming up the aisle and slammed right into the cockpit door. We both sat there with our mouths agape. It did not touch anything on the way up... have you ever seen a cart move up one of those aisles that did not catch on an armrest or something else along the way? But again... it was not impossible, it was just super-unusual. And the fact that the thing turned itself 90 degrees and headed down the aisle was simply jaw-dropping. Plus, it scared the crap out of the pilots, which was a bonus.
Now I have lots of stories about spooky things happening in hotels, but that was the only time something like that happened on a plane.
My father used to fly the L-1011s and heard all those stories about 401. He didn’t believe any of it though. Apparently the parts went out to airlines other than Eastern as well.
I was just curious if the freaky stuff was isolated to that one flight. And, yes, I have heard some odd stories from pilots and ground crew over the years.
They got a hoot out of that and I was then forever known as "Fonzerelli."
Any particular hotel?
The Grove Park Inn in Asheville, NC is notably haunted. Zelda Fitzgerald, the “pink lady,” possibly others.
The Marriott near the airport in New Orleans. I think it's the third floor there, if I remember correctly.
I think it was a Sofitel Hotel (?) in Rochester New York. I used to mark that one off my bid sheet after one night in that hotel. Although, I'm not entirely sure if that was a haunted hotel or just a pervert watching me while I was sleeping.
I stayed in the Hotel Congress in Tucson and didn't have any experiences, but a friend of mine had his mattress flipped onto the floor there-with him still on it.
And I've heard things about a hotel in Hartford, Connecticut. Also a beautiful old hotel in San Antonio. These are all things I've heard second-hand.
Your father BTW had my dream job(well, pre-9/11 anyway). Back in the 80's I used to hang out at local SoCal. airports on the weekends and listen to stories from(mostly)retired military/commercial pilots...never a dull moment.
At that time I was a just a student pilot, and while trying to remain relevant during the conversations...I was more often than not left in the 'noob dirt.
(how was it George Gobel put it when seated next to Dean Martin & Bob Hope on the old Tonight Show...
"Did you ever get the feeling that the world was a tuxedo...and you were a pair of brown shoes?")...
I didn't understand much of what was discussed(especially with all the acronyms), but it was interesting, educational(some times hilarious)nonetheless.
I’m convinced that cars can adsorb the spiritual energy of the owner.
Even to the point of it manifesting as an aparent life of its own.
Had my previous car for Fifteen years, the events started to take place after about the fifth year.
I’ll tell you about it on the UT sometime.
(No keyboard at the moment)
Ok, now THAT is funny!