The following written confession was shared via Reddit/BackwoodsCreepy by BeaverCreekHomestead:

One of the strangest things that ever happened to me was one time when I was first married, probably around 1987 I took my wife's brother and three nephews camping in a cave. It was located on Highway 17 near Waynesville Missouri,near the Gascanade River, that's not to far from Ft. Lenard Wood.This is a huge cave and can be seen from the highway. Directly on the other side of the highway the Ruby Doo River (go ahead and laugh at my spelling, it's a French name and I have no idea how the hell to spell it) but it runs along the highway and dumps right there into the Gasconade River.

The cave has two large openings the bigger one has a stream running out, the smaller one to the left has a high dry level place where we all set up camp, big enough for all five of us. I can't remember if it was the first or second night but it was around 11 o'clock we heard what sounded like a semi truck cross the Gasconade river bridge, then all of a sudden we hear a horrendous crash, like metal bending and trees crashing and as it grew silent we could hear what sounded like peaces of metal still sliding and clinging down the road and then silence.

We all jumped up and ran down there and we found absolutely nothing, no wreckage no broken trees or anything.That was one of the most baffling things I have ever witnessed. I don't remember seeing any lights but there were quite a few green trees between us and the highway.

I tried to do a search on the net to see if there was a wreck that would match what all five of us heard but I don't have any idea how to go about that, it must have been some kind of phantom wreck. I beleave what the Bible says about ghosts, that they are spirits of demons. If you see someone you know from the dead you can rest assured that it is not them, for the dead sleep in the grave. This is our guard against spiritualism.