Haunted Road in Nanaimo: ‘I Slammed into Him’

Nanaimo true ghost story


Location: Nanaimo, British ColumbiaCanada
Timberland Rd

Ghost report from Gord:

“When I was a young man I never believed in ghosts, but as I grew older I had a few things that changed my mind… Take the time my friend Jim and I decided to go to an evening movie in Nanaimo. We talked about the movie earlier in the week and decided on going Thursday night for the first show starting at 7:15.

So on Thursday, November 18, 1965, I started up my old 1954 Ford Coupe and drove to Jim’s house to pick him up. His sister came to the bedroom window and hollered to me that Jim would be out in 5 minutes…10 minutes later Jim ran outside in the pouring rain and hopped into the passenger seat.

“If you had been any longer Jim,” I said, “We’d have had to catch the next show”.

Off we went, the old Ford slipping and sliding down the side streets of town. I had the radio blasting and Jim and I were gabbing with one another as we came around the head of the bay of Ladysmith Harbour.

The traffic was light so I could step on it to make it to the show on time in Nanaimo.

We passed the old Cassidy Drive-In theatre and as we passed the south-end of the airport Jim asked me a question. I looked over at him to answer…The wiper blades were pounding back and forth pushing the rain aside as we neared Timberland Road on the left…Just then Jim hollered, “WATCH OUT”.

I looked back at the road and there was a man with a beard standing in the middle of my lane holding up his hands to me like he was begging me to stop. I punched the brake pedal to the floor but I slammed into him at 60 miles per hour. But there was no sound of an impact.

Jim was hollering, “YOU HIT HIM, YOU HIT HIM!”.

“I know I did, I know I did,” I said as the old Ford finally came to a stop.

No cars were behind me so I pulled off the road to the right. I grabbed my jacket from the back seat, put it on and flung my drivers side door open. The rain was coming down in sheets and my hair was wet in about two seconds.

“You check that side of the road Jim and I’ll go to the other side,” I said.

I crossed the highway as a car splashed past me going south…And then it was dark…I returned to the car and got a flashlight out of the glove box and turned it on. Another few cars splashed me as I crossed the road again.

I walked up and down that side of the road looking in the ditch and in the trees and broom bushes and saw nothing. I hollered to Jim asking if he saw anything and he hollered back that he had not.

I went back to the car and looked under it, expecting to find someone stuck underneath it…Nothing…Where was this strange guy we’d both seen at the same time?

“We did see this guy, did we not, Jim?” I asked. “Oh yes we saw him alright and you hit him dead centre but I don’t know where that guy is now”.

I turned the car around and went back down to the drive-in theatre then turned around again. I drove slowly looking up the road and in the ditch with my headlights. Jim was shining the flashlight out on the airfield…Nothing. There were cars passing us and honking their horns because we were driving so slowly.

The rain was still pounding on the windshield as I finally drove off again toward Nanaimo and our Thursday night movie.

We sat in our seat just as the movie started. We watched the entire movie that night and drove home later, still talking about the guy who tried to stop us at Timberland Road.

Ghost or no ghost, I don’t have an answer.

I watched the news the next day and read the local paper and nothing was reported about anyone being hit by a car out on or near Timberland Road that night or any other night.

Today, as I drive past the spot 42 years later, Jim is passed away now and maybe he has the answer but I do not. I still wonder about that night in the rainstorm, who or what that person was.

Maybe he was trying to tell me to slow down or someone hit him at that spot years before and he came back to ask for my help…I still don’t have an answer.”

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