The Branch in the Road

Hi there. My name is Robert. I live in a fairly populated city in the eastern US. I would consider myself to be a night owl, and it’s gotten me into trouble more times than I can count. Now, when I say trouble, I don’t just mean not getting enough sleep before an important exam or something along those lines. No, I mean the times where I actually place myself into potential danger. This is what I’ll be focusing on. More specifically, I’ll be focusing on an event which happened a few nights ago.

It was about 1:30 AM, and I had just come off of a migraine that I was suffering through. I had lain in bed all day, and wanted to do something. So, I decided I would go out for a drive. I took a quick shower, then went out to my car.

I wasn’t really sure where it was I was going to go. I just started up my music, and started leaving my subdivision. I got out onto the main road, and decided I would drive to a place fairly close that I had not been to before. I knew that it had some hills, and figured it would be a fairly entertaining drive. I turned on to a road I knew fairly well, and figured I would drive north to an area less populated. I guess you could consider it a “country” area. The houses were all spread out, and there weren’t many stores, gas stations, etc.

Once I got about three miles beyond the part of the road I knew, I stopped at a four-way stop. I checked my surroundings, and proceeded. Because it was dark, I did not realize until I pulled onto it; the road had turned to dirt. At this point, the forest got pretty heavy as well. The road was fairly wide, consisting of what seemed to be three lanes. I assumed this was because there were lots of driveways, which were not too safe to pull into because of the hills. The second it turned to dirt, I decided I would turn around a little further up, as I was not comfortable driving on it.

Before long, I came across a large branch in the road, which I was not able to drive around. I stopped my car about fifteen feet away from it. It immediately seemed strange to me because it was not windy at all. The odds of a branch falling were very low. It also looked very unnatural, as if it were thrown there, rather than having fallen. Furthermore, it seemed as if the branch had been dead for quite some time. The leaves looked dry, and the branch looked rotted. It just seemed as if it didn’t belong there.

Because I’ve heard many stories about this type of thing being a trap, I was on edge right away. Within seconds of looking the branch over, I shifted into reverse, and quickly turned around. While I still had my foot on the brake before shifting into drive, the red light illuminated the area behind me. I looked in the mirror one last time before driving away. Believe me or not, but I know what I saw. Two people began climbing out of the forest on each side of the branch. They were both wearing dark clothes, and I believe they had white masks on. It was either this or that both of them were very pale. I don’t know for sure, as I only saw them for a second. In horror, I slammed my foot on the gas, and quickly drove back down the dirt road.

I don’t know what those people planned to do, but obviously, they did not have good intentions. They probably placed the branch there, expecting someone to get out of his or her car to move it out of the way. This is when they’d strike. Think what would have happened if I lived further down that road. I would’ve had to move it to proceed. I did not call the police because I figured they would’ve left after I sped away the way I did. The police would’ve shown up to see nothing out of the ordinary.

While I was fortunate, someone else may not have been. I want to turn this into an example. Remember to act with caution when getting out of your car at night. There are people in this world with evil intentions. While something may seem like a natural occurrence, it may not be. You can’t assume “Oh, that wouldn’t happen to me.” just because the odds are so low. I had never expected something like this to occur. It could happen to anyone. Be mindful of this. You never know what danger is waiting for you when you simply get out of your car to move a branch out of your way.

Cryptid on Our Paper Route


This story is short, but it is true.

This story takes place in Washington State in the city of Vancouver.

In 2004 I was a freshman in high school. At the time my Mother had a paper route for “The Columbian” newspaper. It was a long route that had us going to upper-class neighborhoods as well as more rural areas in the outskirts of the city. It took from 3am to around 5pm to complete.

The night began like any other. We loaded the papers into the van and headed out. The way the route was planned, we would start with the inner city and work out way out.

We were getting to the section of the route that made my Mother the most nervous. You guessed it, it was a dirt road with a dense forest on either side. And the only lights were the ones coming from our van. We had to drive slow due the dirt having been turned to mud from the rain, when suddenly an animal hopped out in front of us.

I grew up in Northern California and have seen coyote, bears, deer, fox and mountain lions. But this was weird. The only way I can describe it was a sick, or mutated, kangaroo. It’s head and snout were short like a hyena. The body was thin with dark, rough skin and tufts of grey-ish hair in random places. It had longer back legs than it’s front legs and it’s spine was protruding unnaturally. It had large teeth and dog-like paws with long fingers and toes.

This thing hopped in front of our van, stopped and looked right at my Mother. It got low to the ground for a moment and then bounced away on it’s back legs.

I remember my Mother just sitting there not being able to speak for a moment. Then she turned to me and asked if I had seen that. To which I said I had. We went on with the route not saying much else. I don’t think she was scared, just in awe. She thinks we saw a Chupacabra, but I’m not totally sure what it was. All I can say it that I’m glad we were in the car.

Curiosity (ALMOST) Killed The Cat

Just a bit of a background, I’m a female and live in a small town in the state Georgia of about 30,000 people. Crime isn’t to bad for the area that I live in which is why I’m still shook that this even happened. I live a mile away from my high school, so when my mom had to borrow my car that day I really didn’t mind the walk home. There’s a back road that runs along the back of houses and a train track.

It’s a dirt road that leads about half a mile, and all the way back to the main road where my house was.

Then, I can cross the road and to my house. I take this route because there’s hardly any cars that take that road, so it’s quite… so I thought.

This event happened in November of this year. I was walking home, it was a warm day, and I was jamming to some music and what not for majority of the walk.

About 15 or 20 minutes into the walk, I had to walk over the train tracks and onto the dirt road. Not even 5 minutes into my walk, I see a car with it’s emergency lights blinking and all of the car doors open on the side of the dirt road. It was old, brown, beat up Lincoln. I slowed down my pace and examined the situation more carefully. I thought it to be unusual, because stuff like this never happened on my walks before.

“Okay, maybe they have a flat tire. Maybe someone got car sick.” I thought. But, something told me to not take another step forward. That’s when I realized something was off. If someone was in trouble or needed help, then why would someone pull over and try to get help on a desolate, empty road?

Of course being the curious (and slightly nosy) person I am, I decided to hide in the shrubbery and bamboo trees to find out. I got close to the car as I can without making a sound. I waited to see what was going to happen while keeping a safe distance. No flat tire, no blood, no vomit, no corpse, or anyone in sight in fact. I got bored and wanted to go home. I was going to just make a run for home base, when two men came out behind some trees. Both looked like absolute white trash. One was big and about 6 ft tall, and the other was lean, starving-looking, and looked like he was on drugs who came to about 5’10”.

“You see that little girl anywhere, man?” said one of them.

“Nah. That’s too bad. Better luck next time. She’s a fine thing, that one.” said the other.

They laughed and talked, and the second guy said, “Wait here for a few?”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt.” said the first

“Alright I’m noping out of here!” I said to myself. The way they said “little girl” made me gag. I had a good 18 ft head start and I could make it to the woods, to someone’s back yard, and onto the main road in 2 minutes tops.

I’m 5’4” and roughly 165 lbs, and I don’t get scared easily.

I could get away with roughing up the hungry-looking one, but I was outnumbered. That’s when I just booked it out of there. I think this was the fastest I ever ran in my life while also having my book-bag on me. It felt like a boulder strapped on my back and it was lowing me down some, but the thought of being kidnapped and never seen or heard from again kept me going.

I could hear their footsteps running behind me from the underbrush, and they were getting closer by the second. I could hear and see cars, and I knew it’ll be seconds until I get to the road.

When I got to the road, I didn’t even look back to check if they were behind me. I just kept running until I was home safe. Thankfully, I did get home without anyone following me (I hope).

I think that was about the longest two minutes of running in my life. I could hardly breathe, and I was drenched in sweat. I locked all of the doors and windows, and I sat in my living-room trying to let what happened settle in. Needless to say I took a very long much needed shower and a nap that day.

So when ever I see an abandoned car pulled over to the side of the road, you bet I’m steering clear and getting away as far as possible. I have no idea what those two guys wanted with me, but I really don’t want to know. In speaking of; to the two creepy, ratchet, redneck abductors… you better pray I’m not carrying something to protect me next time I see you two.



Summer Break At Fudge Rd.

It was the summer of 2011…I had recently joined a band, and had been spending a lot of time on the road with my fellow band mates. We had a night off from shows and decided to all pile into our van for a drive around the countryside. Our bass player, Billy was the driver. There was also Adam in the passenger seat, along with Eli, Myself, and a friend named Ryan all piled into the crowded backseat. It was an eerily quiet night, and it soon sparked our curiosity for adventure. Now I should mention that in our town of rural Ohio, there were many urban legends. One of the most popular being the “Crybaby Bridge”. The Crybaby Bridge is located on a desolate road in the countryside of West Alexandria, Ohio. The legend goes that a woman had killed her child and hung her self on the Bridge one night, and that if you drive onto the bridge, turn your car off and say “mama” three times, the cries of her and her child can be heard coming from the Bridge. So being the curious teenagers we were, we decided to head to the Notorious “Fudge Road” where the Bridge was located.

We had arrived at our turn to begin traveling on the road when we had come across a sign saying that it was closed. We stopped our van for a moment, wondering if we had the right place. Adam had insisted it was right, so we drove around the sign and continued into the darkness of the road. It had an incredibly dark atmosphere to it, and was only big enough for one car to drive on. There were big trees on each side of the road, forming what looked like a shroud or tunnel, causing the headlights to be our only guide to the Bridge. The stars and night sky were enveloped in the darkness of the trees, and as we travelled along the dark road we had noticed multiple abandoned homes and sheds on the roadside. It seemed like the perfect place for a spooky adventure, but in the next few moments we had regretted our decision to adventure down this mysterious trail.

We had finally managed to get near the Bridge when we had seen a car parked in the middle of the road. Like I had mentioned before, the road wasn’t very wide, so this car was essentially blocking the way to the Bridge. It looked abandoned and as if someone had just left it there. We told billy to go around, as the Bridge was only a short distance away. It was at this point that we passed the car and noticed somebody sitting in the drivers seat. It was a man, he was wearing a mask and had his seat leaned all the way back, as if he were trying to hide. As soon as we passed his car, he started the engine and soon enough his lights were following right behind us. In a panic, I told Billy to drive faster, that we were being followed. He sped up, but once he had reached the Bridge we realized it was a dead end. The Bridge was damaged, and had a large sign blocking the way. Our only choice was to turn around and drive back the way we came. Billy slid the van into the grass and started to do a K Turn in order to turn the van back around. It was then we saw the man’s head lights coming even closer to us. We screamed and told Billy to drive fast, that we had to get around this guy. Adam grabbed the vans fire extinguisher from the back and threatened to throw it at the man’s car if he wouldn’t let us through. The man’s cars sat still in the middle of the road, blocking our way out. Billy floored it, speeding towards the his car and sent it mowing through the field to the right of him. It was then we could see the man in the drivers seat, loading a shotgun, looking up at us with his menacing mask. We screamed in terror and told Billy to not stop for anything, the man attempted to follow us, but we were fortunate enough to get out of there before he could catch up.

I had always heard so many stories about the paranormal events of Crybaby Bridge but never the possibility of an armed maniac, just waiting for the next pair of kids who were foolish enough to enter it’s dark woods. This experience was terrifying, but also very interesting in many ways. There were so many mysteries about this road, an many confirmed deaths linked to it, I had taken it upon myself to do further research. It turns out that we weren’t the only group who had experienced a man follow them on Fudge Road. There are many stories online from other explorers seeing a man in a mask, or sitting in his car with a camera. He’s said to live in one of the few homes alongside the road, and that he is tired of trespassers. There is also a women who is known to run outside with a camera, filming those who dare to come explore the roads dark wonders. All I know is that my experience at Fudge Road was very real, and very frightening. Who knows what could’ve happened if the man had caught us. Just remember, urban legends are fun but mostly fiction. It’s the monsters that live among us that we should truly be afraid of. Be safe, and be aware.

Creepy Man at campfire

So this happened a couple of months ago, during January I think it was. My friends and I all decided to go camping in this forest that was pretty far from where any of us lived.

We all had credit in our phones though in case we needed to call our parents, anyway as all of us gathered around the camp fire we started to do usual campfire activities like singing or telling scary stories.

My friend picked up his ukalele and just before he started to sing we heard a loud sound coming from behind us. It sounded like a twig snap, I called out to see if anyone was out there but there was no response. I’ve always been a very cautious person so I got up and began walking over to where the noise came from.

There was nothing there. I was about to turn back around and go back to my friends, then I heard someone whispering “hey” they said “hey you, over here” the person sounded like a male with a rather I pitch voice.

He began to laugh.

I’ll never forget that laugh. It’s giving me chills now just thinking about it.

I decided to simply walk back to my friends and calmly explain to them what happened, and luckily enough they believed me. As my friends were packing up our stuff I decided to call my dad and ask him to come and pick us up. I just thank God I haven’t seen or heard about that man since, and hopefully I never will again.