There was this one time i was returning home from a friends house alone in my car. It was Saturday and i stayed late at his house playing video games and watching anime so it was nearing 1am when i left. My house is a 20 minute drive away from his.
So i was driving through the mostly empty roads, when i noticed a man standing on the sidewalk signalling for a ride. At first glance,He looked fairly young, probably in his late teens, and was wearing a tight black vest with skinny jeans. He was extremely thin and pale. It made me curious what someone like him, dressed like that was doing there at this time of night.
Since I’ve always been one who’s willing to help people, i stopped my car and offered him the ride. He talked in a very weird high-pitched and squeaky voice, and he talked as if he was singing every word rather than just speaking normally. He told me that he lived just down the street, so i decided to take him there. He got into the back seat and we drove off.
While on our way, i peeked at him through the front mirror once or twice and Everytime i looked he was staring back at me with a goofy half smile.
It made me feel very uncomfortable. Atlast we reached his address, but then he said something else ‘Oops i forgot my wallet back there, can you go back’
I was seriously pissed and on any other day I’d have just told him to fuck off, but because i had a good day with my friend and i didn’t want my mood to go bad, i decided foolishly to drive all the way back for him. And again when i looked into the mirror, he was staring back at me but this time he was leaning slightly forward and his eyes were almost popping out. It felt like he was threatening and stalking me with his wild stare. I tried my best to not mind it too much, and just drove quickly to get the nightmare over with Asap. We finally got back there. He said ‘Will you wait for me, I’ll take just a minute’ It sounded more like a demand than a requet. And before even waiting for my answer he left the car and awkwardly tiptoed his way into a small dark building. Part of me really wanted to just drive away but i had a very hesitant feeling about it. Before i could even think any further, he came back, still tiptoeing like a complete maniac.
Again he got back into the car and gave me a cringy disturbing smile through the mirror . I couldnt bring myself to say anything so i began driving again. But only halfway through on an entirely deserted road ,he said ‘ Oh Wait, i forgot my pack of cigarettes, can we please go back’
Now i had reached my boiling point. I realized that this guy was just Playing a Bizarre crazy game with me at this time of night. Without thinking ,i turned around and grabbed his neck, but then the weirdest thing happened, His skin was ice cold, almost frozen and dripping wet . I impulsively let go of him out of fear and at that same moment he started laughing in the most loud and hysterical manner that you can ever imagine, meanwhile his eyes still glaring at me, as if he was making fun of me.
I was frozen with shock. After a whole minute of this absurd creepy laughter. He exited the car, looked at me and said with the same disturbing smile ‘ I hope we see each other again’, and then quietly tiptoed away into the dark woods on the side of the road.
I drove back home and couldn’t sleep the whole night. What was that man, was he even human. I still wonder
At the time of this story, I was about 22 years old. I was living in the Tampa Bay area of Florida, in the city. I lived with my best friend and we spent all of our time cruising up and down the main road, US 19. Anyone from Florida will know the road. In our area, it was about an 8 lane road lined on both sides with commercial buildings. It was a nice straight road, with a ton of exits, and overpasses. It was made for cruising.
We would listen to music, chain smoke cigarettes, talk, and drive for hours, usually late at night. It was our version of having fun, instead of partying like most people our age. Gas was cheap then and it felt free and happy.
One night, (well, knowing us, probably closer to early morning than night), we were heading home. We exited the main road onto a frontage road. There was a red light, just before the left turn that lead underneath the overpass. We, obviously, stopped at the light. As we did, we see two men spill out into the middle of the road from the underpass. They’re young and they’re fist fighting, pretty viciously by the looks of it. One guy ends up on the ground, not really moving much, while the other continues hitting him. We were freaked out, and briefly considered trying to help. We both had a creeped out feeling, though and we pretty quickly decide we’re absolutely not stopping. Plus, what are two girls in their 20’s gonna be able to do to help anyway?
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My experiences with the dogmen of Michigan has been very interesting. The first encounter I had with these curious and strange beings was very calm and serene. It felt as though I knew I was in no danger and everything was okay. My second encounter was harshly different, and it left me with a feeling of dread and worry. Both encounters took place within two weeks of each other, at night, same rough area, and while snow was on the ground. I’ll begin with the first encounter.
Though I’ve had to move closer to Detroit for a better job and education, I still frequently go out into the country to visit Gramma. She and my late Papa took me in when I was a teenager and raised me up right. Since she stays up late, I frequently go over later in the night and smoke with her a while before going to bed and spending the night. My first encounter took place in the second week of December of 2017 on one of these such nights.
I had left the small town of Emmett and was passing by the old country market on the corner of the crossroads of the paved road and the dirt road that my grandma lives on. It was a rare occasion when I hadn’t turned my radio on at all, and I was mainly just contemplating where my life was going.
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I’m A 24 year old truck driver from san Antonio tx. I’ve been driving for about 3 years now and aside from traffic jams and the D.O.T driving behind me, there’s not much that worries me. I was sitting at home watching TV when I got a text from dispatch saying I was heading to Grand junction Colorado this weekend to deliver Monday morning. “no problem” I thought , it was a short drive and I had plenty of time to get there. I took off late Saturday night, almost midnight actually, but whatever I had more than enough time to make the delivery.
Everything Was going smooth, since I was driving during the night I avoided all that traffic in Austin and Dallas. I was making good time and was generally relaxed until I got a call from the receiver, who informed me that there was a rock slide on i70 and that id have to find a different route because the interstate was closed. well shit now I gotta find a different route in a state I’ve never been to before, whatever . I kept driving on I 70 until I got just west of Denver at which point my gps directed me south to a alternate route. well this is where shit started to suck. 2 lane roads, on curvy hills , up and down, pulling a fully loaded 53 foot trailer. it was hell but it wasn’t until I got near Buena vista Colorado that things got creepy.
it was probably 10 or 11 pm sunday night and I was driving on some empty road in the middle of nowhere in the winter time.. I kept getting this feeling that I was being watched but I brushed it off as being paranoid because I was listening to these creepy pastas. so there I am driving in the middle of nowhere when i hear the passenger seat release air, I turn to look and there’s no one. of course not I’m just paranoid. well Around 1 am Monday morning I pulled into a truck stop in Buena vista Colorado and went inside to take a leak and get a mountain dew Kickstart to wake me up.
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