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The following isn't a ghost story. This happened to me about eight years back...

It was Devil's Night and two buddies and I decided to be a little delinquent. We stocked up on TP and drove to another buddies house. When we got there they hopped out while I stayed with the car to keep it running. It was a real Ford POS. They were really doing a number on this place when the garage door began to raise. They ran back to the car and we took off, laughing all the way.

A short time later a white car came flying up behind us, horn blaring constantly. We weren't sure what to do. I tried getting away from them but our car was not having it. After a short discussion we decided we were not going to get away with this. We came upon a one-lane bridge over a small creek and stopped there so they couldn't block us in.

We were waiting for them to come up to our car when a loud crack startled us. We had no idea what it was and decided this guy was a little too pissed to be talking to out here in the middle of nowhere. I hit the gas. The rear window exploded and the windshield spiderwebbed damn near to the point I couldn't drive.

My friend in the backseat was covered in broken glass, the other in the passenger seat was freaking out and I was driving like mad to get away. I was running stop signs, lights, whatever...I was hoping a cop would be around. No such luck. That white car was right behind us the entire time, horn blaring without rest.

We were finally on the road my buddy lived on, only a few hundred yards to the safety of his house. The white car turned off on a side street as we pulled into his driveway. We got out of the car and my buddy ran into his house to get his parents. They called the police and checked to be sure we were all ok.

The police arrived, took our statements and looked over the car. They found a bullet in the front passenger seat and another in the driver's side rear tire. The loud crack we heard was the first shot into the tire. The second bullet had travelled through the rear window past my friends head, between the two of us in the front seats, hit the windshield and ended up in the passanger seat. This guy had tried to kill us...for TPing his house. Had the bullet's trajectory into the car been just a fraction different one or both of my friends would be dead.

To wrap this up: the lunatic with the gun went to prison for attempted murder. None of us were hurt badly in the incident. The funny thing about the story is the friend who's house we were TPing wasn't home; he was out TPing someone else...