The road gets weird after the sun goes down.
I was in a hurry so I took the back roads.
Why would someone be in the middle of the road in their bare feet at 2:30 am?
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But I just reassure myself that the woman was probably just drunk.
Havent posted here in a million years, but this seems like a good place to tell this story.
A couple of friends and I drove into a horror movie once, on accident.
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It was either late November or early December, and about five or six years ago.
and they kind of put on a show outdoors.
This was winter in the US, so it was already getting dark when we set out.
We took this road and thought nothing of it.
We thought, well, its a campground, so thats about right, and we kept driving.
Pretty soon we passed a clearing on the right.
It looked like a cemetery gate, but it didnt lead to a path or anything, just trees.
Had no fence around it either, just the gate.
It was starting to get foggy, at this point.
A little while later, we came to some houses.
This is where things got weird.
The house was completely dark.
Then, my other friend in the front pointed ahead.
We still havent seen any people, mind you.
For whatever reason we still continued to drive, maybe to get out of there faster.
All I know is Im glad we chose to get out when we did.
I dont want any part of whatever was going on there that night.
Driving on a rural road in Indiana heading to work at 4 in the morning.
Corn fields on either side of me, a man came out of the fields covered in blood.
I freaked out and sped around him.
Turns out he crashed into the field and wandered out.
The thing went flying and fell in a ditch on the side of the road.
I immediately pulled over and grabbed a flashlight to see if the deer was okay.
All of whom were just staring at me, completely frozen and silent like they were judging me.
My brother and I were driving back from a festival.
This all happend way past midnight.
Still creeps me out thinking about it.
A man crawling like Spider-Man INHUMANLY fast along the ground toward my car.
He came off the side of the road and just sprinted at me in that Spider-Man crawl.
A pretty bad thunder storm starts up and I decide to head home.
(My dog hates storms didnt want to leave her alone.)
Two nights later a woman had a similar experience he actually tried to get into her car.
Police searched the woods several times and found a camp but never found the guy.
Every so often I would drive this stretch of road late at night (12-2 am).
I will always wonder if I was witnessing an apparition or a girl who just loved to swing.
I will always wonder if I was witnessing an apparition or a girl who just loved to swing.
This happened around 20 years ago, in Johannesburg South Africa where I grew up.
I was driving back very late from a night out at a club.
Would take a bit longer but much less chance of the cops stopping me.
This was about 4 am, absolutely nobody on that road at the time.
Alabaster white skin and hair.
She was standing on the verge of the road staring directly in the direction where I was coming from.
She was dressed in nothing but a flimsy white skirt.
No top, no brassiere.
Bare breasts, barefoot.
Not just a smile.
A manic, horrifying grin showing all her teeth and as I slowly passed her we locked eyes.
Then I rounded the next bend and lost sight of her.
I got home, about 10 minutes later, absolutely shaking with fear and in a near panic.
I was driving home late one night.
Somewhere between 1 and 3 am.
Just a long trip.
And then I came to this bridge.
Nothing really noteworthy about it its not ancient or a covered bridge or all that spooky.
Id been over this bridge many times before and aside from being fairly long, it wasnt really noteworthy.
It was humid out and as the temperature dropped there was a little bit of fog.
Not enough to really slow me down, but I had to turn off the high-beams.
Maybe I was just tired?
Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me?
At first, no big deal, right?
Guy walking in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.
Probably lives nearby, probably drunk.
Watch them to ensure they dont fall in front of the car.
But my mind is already racing.
I mean, this is the middle of nowhere.
There are no houses around.
There are no lights but the stars and my headlights stabbing out at the darkness.
Glaring white against the background of the night.
A straight jacket, hands covered, straps dangling and waving as he walked.
It has no face.
Not like, theres no head there.
Theres a head shape.
And the place where a face should be, but no face.
Just an expanse of darkness that I took to be his skin.
I mean, surely I couldnt have just seen that.
I briefly considered turning around, seeing what it was.
Surely it was just a trick of the light or my mind playing tricks on me.
Middle of nowhere rural PA, heading to a state park known for stargazing.
We turned left to take the shortcut and almost immediately regretted it.
My husband seemed fine so I told myself I was just overreacting.
I see a fire up ahead to the left, near a fork in the road.
They were some shitty campers and a couple of trucks parked around them.
The houses looked like tarpaper shacks or the oldest, cheapest hunting cabins youve ever seen.
The whole scene was depressing.
They were all guys and all dressed like old-timey prospectors or something.
Looked like theMountain Menguys who hunt bigfoots and such but totally menacing and evil.
I was consumed by this overwhelming feeling of dread and suddenly scared for my life.
My husband just said, I dont know what the fuck that was but it wasnt fucking people.
Where the fuck are we?
The whole thing was so frightening but I couldnt really expressWHYI was so terrified, I just was.
We took the same major road and made the same left turn at the sign for the state park.
We were in a small town that looked nothing like what wed seen the night before.
That was almost 10 years ago and I still have no idea what the hell we saw that night.
