Vincent Rog never believed in ghosts, never paid the slightest attention to the fantasies of others...at least not until he came face to face with the boy in the yellow shirt. His story began, though, with a tale told to him by his cousin.

On the way to work one morning, Mr. Rog's cousin was driving down Big Ridge Road in the Biloxi/Ocean Springs area. Suddenly, he noticed a teenage boy standing by the side of the road. The boy was wearing a yellow shirt and looking at the ground. His actions were strange enough for Rog's cousin to wonder if something was wrong. Concerned, he stopped his car and backed up, but the boy had vanished. Baffled, he drove on, and minutes later, he rounded a bad curve and was almost hit head-on by a truck. When he told his friends about the puzzling incident later at work he was surprised to hear one of his fellow workers reply, "I've seen that boy before. Something like that happened to me." The worker then related a story of seeing a boy in a yellow shirt on Big Ridge Road shortly before barely avoiding a bad accident.

Rog patiently listened to his cousin's story. "He was serious, and he believed the boy was the ghost of a teenager who was killed around that curve." Rog wasn't convinced; "I blew it off." Ghosts weren't his thing...then.

Months later Rog was riding down Bid Ridge Road with his good friend, Joe. The two young men had been partying and were in high spirits. "We were coming up on that same curve and I saw someone standing by the road in a yellow shirt so I slowed down. I didn't think anything about it until later. We weren't going fast, but we went around a curve and almost hit the side of a building. Then I remembered."

He turned to his friend, "Joe, wasn't there a man standing back there wearing a yellow shirt?" Joe answered, "Yes, I saw him." Rog then told Joe the story his cousin had told him. Perhaps it was time to reconsider the existence of ghosts.

Rog and Joe checked around, asking questions about the boy in the yellow shirt. They were told that in the 1960s, a boy was late coming home from a date one night. He was driving too fast and was killed in the curve on Big Ridge Road. Now he tries to warn people of the dangerous curve ahead. Rog, for one, heeds the warning: "I still go that way, but when I get to that curve, I slow down...and I go slow for the rest of my trip."

Vincent Rog still isn't sure he believes in ghosts. But he is quick to admit his experience was "one hell of a coincidence."