"A curse (also called a jinx, hex or execration) is any expressed wish that some form of adversity or misfortune will befall or attach to some other entity—one or more persons, a place, or an object. In particular, "curse" may refer to a wish that harm or hurt will be inflicted by any supernatural powers, such as a spell, a prayer, an imprecation, an execration, magic, witchcraft, God, a natural force, or a spirit. In many belief systems, the curse itself (or accompanying ritual) is considered to have some causative force in the result. To reverse or eliminate a curse is called removal or breaking, and is often believed to require equally elaborate rituals or prayers." - Wikipedia.
James Dean was an American actor who was killed in his expensive Porsche 550 Spyder. His fans were devastated to hear the news about the two-car crash that occurred on September 30, 1955. When his blockbuster hit Rebel Without A Cause opened a month later, theatres across the nation were packed with teary-eyed, heart-broken audiences. Everyone was in shock that someone so young and vital would be snatched away so unexpectedly.
But could there be something more sinister involved in Dean's death? Possibly. Many strange occurrences surround Dean's death, including a jinxed(Cursed) Porsche Spyder, a possible curse, and black magic. On the fateful evening of his death, a malevolent force may have even been in the car with him.
It appears that the car tried to warn him because the day of fatal accident James Dean got more than four warning about his reckless driving but there are some things which are certain and one of them is death. It's not the matter of when its the matter of how? How we all will meet our demise.
He didn't take them seriously and appeared to have no idea that that day would be his last.September 30 was pretty much an ordinary day for Dean. Early that morning, he got dressed as usual, wearing his favourite red jacket from Rebel Without A Cause. Despite his friend's repeated warning
The Spyder had crushed like a tin-can, burying him in sharp, twisted metal, and he sustained massive head injuries. About an hour later, he died in route to the emergency room and was later pronounced dead at the Paso Robles Hospital.
The "bad luck" that seemed to virtually exude from the hunk of twisted metal was still alive and well in March, 1959 when a fire broke out in the Fresno garage where it had been stored. But that was just the beginning of the accidents and disasters that would be associated with the vehicle. A few weeks later, there would be another incident.
In 1959, the Dean mania was still intense, the accident still fresh on everyone's mind. Thus, the California State Highway Patrol had the mangled vehicle transported to local high schools to teach teenagers the importance of safe driving. Since Dean was supposedly driving at between 85-100 MPH at the time of the accident, it seemed that the crushed Porsche would serve as a good example of the dangers of high speed driving.But the California State Highway Patrol would soon regret the decision.
When the Porsche was near Salinas, the vehicle transporting it was involved in a serious accident. The impact was so great that truck driver, George Barhuis, was thrown from the cab. In response, the Porsche rolled off the truck bed, landed on top of him and literally crushed him to death, claiming another victim.
Despite the latest tragedy, the exhibit was, nevertheless, popular. People came in droves to see the James Dean car, and the owner, George Barris (a name that's amazingly similar to that of the car's second victim) decided that the tour would extend to the other states as well. Another accident was waiting to happen.
On September 30, the anniversary of Dean's death, a fifteen-year-old boy became the car's next victim. He stood about twelve to fifteen feet away from the exhibit, probably staring at it in shock and awe, when three bolts suddenly snapped as if broken by spectral hands. The boy screamed as the car plowed forward and ran over him. Both of the boy's legs were horribly crushed, but he survived.
The next victim would not be so lucky.
A few weeks later the death car was again being transported when it caused yet another mishap. This time, it literally snapped in two, slid from the flatbed of the truck, and met the gray pavement. The wreckage caused another fatal accident before it could be cleared from the roadway.
In 1960, the owner, had finally had enough, and he decided to have the Porsche shipped back home to California for a permanent retirement. The car was loaded into a boxcar in Florida, the door carefully sealed. When the train arrived in LA, the seal on the boxcar door was still intact...yet the Porsche was missing!
Despite the efforts of detectives, the car has never been located. Maybe it returned to the hell from whence it came. Or, could it be in some secret place today...still killing and wounding, and spreading bad luck to all those who encounter it?
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