The Van

Hello. My name is Justin. What I am telling you is true. Like real real. Ok here it is.
Ok my dad gave me his used hippy van from 1972 which when we had it, it was like thirteen years old. It was not like any van, it had an ice machine, leather seats, and it was like one of those hippy vans. My dad bought it from a junk yard when I was in high school and since I was a mechanic, I fixed it up.
My friend and I always loved winter camping. We didn't know why but we always liked it. So we started the van and started to drive. My buddy was driving and I was on the passenger's side. It was dark... I mean it was like 10:00 pm. Then that's when I started to be scared the fuck out.
A trickle went up my spine like somebody's hand lightly touching my spine.
"Fuck dude stop it!" I yelled
"What are you talking about?" he asked
"You, touching my god damn back! Just stop it" I said.
Then it happened again. But this time whatever was touching me was now pushing me. Even to the point where my head hit the ventilation system. I kept on telling Ron to stop it but he kept on saying he wasn't doing it. I was scared shitless about what was happening.
At about 12:00 am we stopped and Ron went to the Shell to get some snacks, drinks, gas, and what not. While he was doing all of that I heard a voice. Not a loud voice but a soft whispering voice. Here's what I could make out. "Why? Why... don't you find me? I... always... loved you?" I was flipping out wondering what the hell she was talking about.
Ron found me curled up in the corner of the van. "Dude is you ok?" he asked me suspiciously. I didn't say a word. I couldn't, I was speechless and dumbfounded. So we both went to sleep in the van at around 1:00 am.
We got up and I had forgotten about whatever the fuck I felt and heard. We woke and ate. Ron started the car again and we were riding through the roads faster than a gazelle. Ron and I actually got there at 3:47 pm. When we got to the camp site we settled down.
So he and I were getting wood and then I heard it again.
"Why do you ... not ...know...who I am?"
"Who are you?" I asked
"Mildre..." she replied
I couldn't make out her name. Mildre? I was thinking of names that started of that. But I got back to picking up sticks and we got a fire. At around 7:56 pm I was in the fire. It was around below 40 degrees ferenhight so we were freezing our asses off so we were very close to the fire. Then it happened again.
I was being pushed. My head was inches away from the fire and Ron grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up.
"Dude? What the fuck are you doing you're going to burn yourself that close to fire" He curiously asked.
"Sorry man. There's a lot of fucked up shit going on. Let's eat." I told him.
"Ok man I am getting kinda hungry. Ima go get the brats, bacon, and a couple of beers. Ok." He responded.
He grabbed the food, drinks, the mini skillet, and the sticks where you can put food through it and we got ready to eat. So after I ate I told Ron that I was going to go to bed in the van and he could sleep in the tent. He agreed happily because he was gonna sleep in the van.
I got up, made breakfast, ate it, and then went to the van. I started the van to see if I needed to add any gas from the gas canister. Well it said we had the perfect amount of gas to get back. I was walking to get out of the van and the hand pushed me down to the floor causing me to hit something metal.
It was really weird because my floor was just wood. I took a knife and started to cut the floor. I was right. It was like a small door with a hole where a key would go. So I looked all over the car to find that god damn key. I found a zipper in the seat where you put your head in. I unzipped it and then... TING!
The key fell. So I went back to the key hole and it fit perfectly. I turn the key right and I heard an unlock sound. I opened the little door and found papers. Not any papers but some really, really fucked up shit. It was documents about a death of a woman.
The document says "Date of Death: 1974, Name: Mildred Ericson, Cause of Death: stabbing and choking, other Causes: Punch and mangled body, Description of Body: Victim was sliced. Her arteries and intestines ripped out. Possible suspect is Stephen Ericson accountable from the hair found at the scene."
"OH... MY FUCKING GOD!" I screamed in shock. "That must've have been my birth mother. All these years dad lied to me saying mom left." I whispered softly. If you are wondering my father is Stephen Ericson. I woke up Ron, grabbed everything we and left. I gave the forgotten document to the police when we got to the town we lived in. The police actually said that it was a cold case (which is a murder that was never solved) and they opened it up again.
My father was proven guilty with the charge of 30 years in prison. I let the cops confiscate it so they can see more clues about the murder. I am to this very day afraid of the haunting of my birth mother's death.
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