Many years ago, when I was still young and handsome, ……well alright I was younger than I am now, I set out one dark, cold, wet winter’s evening down to M4, destination Asda Merthyr Tydfil. It was one of those nights when you really wanted to be curled up on the sofa, hot cup of cocoa in one hand, the wife in the other, watching some old Clint Eastwood movie and forgetting the weather outside.
This was before we had the luxury of a choice of bridges on the river Severn so if the bridge was closed; it was a long, long detour. As I approached the toll booths on the bridge, I was following a Tesco wagon on its way back to Chepstow. I was told that the bridge was closing due to high winds, but, because we were already at the tolls, they would let us through as the last trucks across providing we drove in formation. I positioned myself alongside the Tesco wagon, and we drove across side by side at no more than 30 MPH. The wind was horrendous and even driving together; we were being blown around quite a bit, but eventually we made it, not often do you see Tesco and Asda working together. Now as an Englishman this is something you won’t hear me saying very often, but that night I was actually glad to be on Welsh soil!
As I carried on down the M4, the rain was turning into that horrible icy, sleety kind that sounds like a thousand needles hitting the windscreen. I got to junction 32 and turned north up the valley towards Merthyr, as I climbed the rain turned more and more wintery, now anyone who knows the area will know that the Asda in Merthyr is literally on top of a mountain, being positioned on the heads of the valley road, and to get to it required climbing a steep hill with 2 roundabouts at about the most inconvenient points, and across the old coal slag heaps. Now I am pulling 38 tons, mostly beers, wines and spirits, and I’m driving a Scania 113P cab 320, not the ideal motor for driving fully loaded up the side of a mountain! But just before I run out of gears, I reached the top.
By now it is snowing. The old Asda in Merthyr was a notorious delivery point, because it required driving into the customer car park, turning into a turning point, then reversing blindside around 3 sides of a square and into the warehouse. The access road had arnco barriers along both sides, and to save money, they had not extended the lighting from the car park onto the access roadway. Even in the daylight it was a bit of a challenge, but at night in thew snow, when the wind is blowing straight off the atlantic ocean, it was a nightmare.
I started to reverse, and made the first corner, as I straightened out, a caught a glimpse of a white, ghostly apparition in my nearside mirror, I stopped, looked again and could see nothing, I opened my window and cleaned the mirror as best i could, and I continued. After a few yards, again, out of the corner of my eye I say a white ghostly shape dancing around behind me, I stopped, rubbed my eyes and looked again, nothing. Gingerly I started to reverse around the final bend, but this time, a whole bunch of white ghosts appeared in my mirrors floating around behind me. I stopped again.
Now I will be the first to admit, I’m not the bravest person in the world, but I’m not into the supernatural, so I thought I had better check out whoever, or whatever was haunting me.
Putting on my thick, warm waterproof coat, thick gloves and woolly hat, I grabbed a crucifix, clove of garlic and silver bullet, and just in case it was some local yobs trying to put the wind up me, a jack handle and climbed out of the cab into the cold, wet, dark, black night. As I walked towards the back of the truck, white ghostly shapes started to appear, more and more of them, some just standing looking at me with those deep penetrating eyes, others slowly moving like they were floating on air, Suddenly I realised where I was, I am on top of a mountain in Wales, what else would I expect to find but a herd of sheep!
sheep are creepy little divils right enough…
very good story, have you got any more?
spot on, we need more of these! I’m sure I’ve done similar but cant remember the full story.
I was driving down the a38 at about 1am one day and saw what I can only assume was a ghost, funnily enough it was snowing but I definately saw a bloke walking down the side of the road, as I got close enough to see properly he dissapeared 
Where I used to work I saw a man in a suit out of the corner of my eye on many occasions but whenever I looked round there was no-one there, one day I was leaning against a wall texting someone and saw the shaddow of someone approaching on the floor past my phone, fully expecting a telling off for not working I looked up and no-one there, spooky stuff!
AH! got it;
When I was about 14 there was lots of talk of big cats around here and to this day I’m convinced I caught a glimpse of one - anyway, near where I thought I’d seen this cat I was walking down the railway tracks one very cold day, all on my own when I hear this deep, loud roar that stops me in my tracks 
then another the other side of the tracks and another really close to me, thinking I’m surrounded by big animals with big teeth looking for their next meal I was starting to wonder how I was gonna get out of this one (and to be quite honest, bricking it), eventually I noticed the gas pipes to the junction in the tracks- it was some sort of gas-fired track heater to stop the things that change the junction freezing solid