The most unsettling things pop out at night, especially while you are on the road. It's okay though, that thing that you saw last week probably wasn't a ghost or anything...don't sweat it.
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"I was driving on the highway heading home around 2 a.m. a few years back. I noticed while driving past a U-turn gap in the road that something got picked up by my headlights, but I couldn't tell what it was.
I looked in my rearview, and I could barely tell the black car pulling out with all its lights killed, as to be almost impossible to see. He started following me, and I got pretty nervous about it. He kept his distance but kept on me for about 15 minutes while I maintained speed and pretended like I hadn't noticed him in case he started to speed up.
After that, he turned his lights on and ripped past me at way above the limit. It turned out that he was a freaking cop driving illegally without lights on just to try and bust me for something. Son of a jerk, and to think I was afraid I was going to get killed for my car that night."
"Back in college, I was driving home one late night, and it was a two-hour drive. I noticed this truck with round shaped headlights following me on the freeway. I thought nothing of it and just thought that we happened to be going the same way. With each freeway change, it kept following me. Fifty miles later, it was still following me staying behind me at a constant speed and good distance. I got a bit agitated. Two hours later, I finally reached my exit to my hometown, and it also exited. I knew something was up.
I instantly pulled into a 24-hour McDonald's drive-thru to see if the truck would continue to follow me. It did, right into the parking lot and once the driver realized I pulled in line into a drive-thru, it made a U-turn and drove off. When I left the McDonalds parking lot, I was paranoid that the truck was just waiting around the corner to re-follow me again. Luckily, it never reappeared. So I went home. To this day, I'm still not sure what the driver's deal was."
"This story is from my grandpa. He is a retired long-distance truck driver, and he often drove throughout the night and early hours of the morning over unfamiliar roads. This one particular day, when my grandpa was in his 30s, it was between 2 and 3 a.m., and he was driving down a twisting country road that was so narrow, only one vehicle could fit at a time. So if two vehicles met from different directions, one would have to pull off the road to let the other pass.
The road was empty except for my grandpa. On the right side of the road, there was thick woodland, and on the left, open fields and a lake. There were no street lights. The only light came from my grandpa's truck and the moon. It was pretty lonely.
My grandad was going steady down the road, going a bit faster than he should (when my grandpa said this, I always took it to mean he was blazing down the road as fast as the truck could go), listening to the radio and probably not paying much attention, when he suddenly felt hands on his shoulders, and a voice whisper his name in his ear, so close that he felt the breath on his skin.
He recognized the voice - it belonged to his mother, who had passed away a few years prior. Naturally, this spooked my grandpa, and he instinctively hit the brakes. Seconds later, his headlights lit up a pile of three crashed cars that took up the entire road. My grandpa stopped just short of the wreckage, but if he hadn't braked when he did, he would've plowed straight into the cars.
The occupants of the crashed cars were all severely injured, and my grandpa was able to get emergency help. Had he joined the pileup, it probably would've meant a more dire outcome for all of them.
There's a number of explanations for what my grandpa heard and felt, but he believes it was his mother giving him a warning."
"We were leaving a wedding we had attended that was held about three hours from home; my boyfriend had stayed sober to drive us home, I was pretty gone.
As we were driving the dark country back roads to get back to the city, I was half dozing and remember squinting because there seemed to be bright headlights washing over us. My boyfriend who was driving started screaming, like full on screaming like I've never heard him do so before. It wasn't a loud, high-pitched screaming, but a deep-in-the throat screaming that broke in and out and that left him hoarse and swerved our car sharply to the side of the road nearly into a ditch.
I came fully awake, and was 'What! Are you okay?'
He said that he saw a truck coming full bore towards in the dark, and honestly thought we were going to die. I looked behind us...a long straight road with no houses or streetlights, there was no sign of a truck or any vehicle. No rear headlights on the road or any light from a trucks headlights, which we would have seen, no sound of any truck or car, or anything. But he was shaking, and I initially brushed it off as him maybe falling asleep at the wheel - which is already scary in and of itself.
We were on a narrow country road, there was no way a massive truck could have gone by us, without hitting our car for one, and I don't remember feeling the rumble and vibrating of our car (which was old) that would have happened if a truck had narrowly missed us. So I dismissed it.
My boyfriend still swears that he saw a massive truck coming towards us. However, I do remember a flood of headlights hurting my half closed eyes just before my boyfriend freaked out."
"When I was 18 and a freshman in college, I decided to come home for a long weekend. I made the long drive for the first time all by myself. At about 9:30 p.m., someone got behind me and started flashing their lights. Me, being the paranoid person I am, assumed that naturally, the car was trying to warn me about a murderer in my backseat. I haphazardly checked as best as I could, but everything was in place, so I kept going.
The car kept flashing and then signaled me to take the next exit. Now this was my first car, and I was a pretty inexperienced, young girl, and I was a bit worried maybe something was wrong with my car that I could not see, so I stupidly turned off, and the car followed me. I pulled into a well-lit gas station but immediately realized there was no one there but the attendant. Uh oh.
Then this creepy, old, leathery, Florida guy (if you live in Florida you know what kind of guy I'm talking about-tan, unkempt hair, reeks of smokes, David Parker Ray vibes, etc.) got out. He could not see that I could see his reflection in his car window from where I was sitting, but he had what appeared to be a weapon in his back pocket. NOPE!
I peeled out of there faster than a Taylor Swift relationship and called the police, but they couldn't find him. Don't be naive in rural Florida kids."
"Where I grew up, we got flash floods. I'd always been told about them, but I'd never even seen one, so I assumed it wasn't a huge deal. I was driving home from work one night in a crazy storm. The road to the bridge I needed to cross was backed up about two miles with cars, which was weird since it was a Sunday night around 10 p.m. Finally, I got up to the bridge and noticed a huge puddle that was taking up the majority of the road and was maybe half a foot deep. Most people were turning around and going the other way, but I was young and a moron, so I figured it would be fine, I'd just drive through.
I got about halfway through the intersection when the flash flood hit. There was water all around me, coming in through the cracks in my doors, and it was probably about three or four feet deep. Fortunately, there was a Jeep in front of me, and I drove in his wake until we got to higher ground. It wasn't as spooky as you may think, but I was terrified at the time."
"I wasn't the driver, but I was a passenger. I was waiting for my friend to pick me up to go out to a party at around midnight out the front of my flat (which is in a sketchy part of town). Anyway, while waiting to be picked up, I heard all this mad yelling at some man screaming 'kill me.' This freaked me the out, so I went and waited inside. My friends called me when they arrived. I told them about what happened, and they shrugged it off.
While leaving, we came across a man without a shirt in the middle of the road playing chicken with cars shouting at people to kill him. We kept our distance from him and called the police, the police showed up quite quickly and arrested him. They said he was under the influence of some substance.
The freakiest thing I have witnessed."
"I wasn't the driver but the passenger of a bus. It was already late at night and the last trip of the bus that day. We were passing by a rural area and by this time most of the passengers were already sleeping. Suddenly the driver slowed down and opened the bus door, waited, then closed the door just like when letting a passenger in. But there was no one. I didn't know if I was the only one who noticed and I didn't ask the driver afterward. Always wondered if he saw something that day."
"I was driving home with two friends. It was January, and we were in Wisconsin. It was cold. Very cold. It was also almost 2 a.m..
Anyway, I was driving past a school that had its play area for the kids in the back. I couldn't see too much, but the swing set was visible. And one of the swings was moving, that caught my eye.
A young girl was swinging on this swing set at 2 a.m. all alone. I doubt she was older than 13, and she was not dressed for January in Wisconsin. I slowed down to get a good look, she had to notice, but she just looked straight ahead. Naturally, my friends and I are wondering why this girl is out there by herself at that time of night. Did we get out and ask? Nope. I don't need to anger a playground demon. However, I did call the police.
Sadly, I have no idea if the police checked and saw anything."
"I was late night 'gravel roading' with a friend. I was just cruising back roads out in the middle of nowhere when we came upon a severed cow head in the middle of the road. I was a bit freaked out and decided to reverse out, but my buddy was all like 'forget that, I'll move it.'
Well, he got out of the car and picked it up, and that's when I noticed them, around 20 or more white-robed and hooded figures started to come out of the woods around the road. I screamed at him to get in the car and tossed gravel getting out of there. To this day I have no clue what it was, the story in town was devil worshippers or druids, but I don't think anyone knew what it was."
"One day, I was driving by a rural road that was all plantation fields on either side. As I was getting closer to a water stack on the side of the road, I noticed a man holding a weapon pressing his back against the wafer stack. It looked like he was hiding from cars on the road. There was nobody around in that area, so I don't know what he was doing there, but I didn't stick around to find out.
Another time I was driving down that same road with a friend. A few miles down that area I mentioned earlier, there was a neighborhood, and as we were driving past it, my friend said, 'look!' When I turned, I saw a pickup truck leaning on a fence, pointing straight up. None of its wheels were touching the ground. I stopped my vehicle in the middle of the road to inspect, but I didn't get off. There was not a scratch or a dent on the truck and no damage to anything in sight, not even the fence. At first, we suspected that it wasn't a car accident because of the lack of damage, and the fact that even though it was right in front of a neighborhood, that there was nobody anywhere in sight. Then, however, we noticed that there were two people. A young man and woman were hugging tightly ten feet from the truck next to a tree, we looked at them for a while, but they didn't move. So, we just left.
During summer a couple of years ago, I couldn't go anywhere without seeing this black material all over the road. It was everywhere. Black chunks and pieces no matter where I went. They were all over parking lots, and in the university, I attended, outside of stores and neighborhoods. One day, I was with my bother and a friend. We were driving to a Walmart, and I saw these pieces on the way there and the parking lot. I asked them if they noticed that these black things were everywhere you went. My brother mentioned that he had noticed but didn't know what they were. They both didn't care about the subject, but it was all I was thinking about. On the way out of Walmart, I told them that I was going to pick some pieces up to see what they were. When I saw the parking lot, most of the pieces were next to my truck. I got a little nervous thinking that those pieces weren't there when I parked there, but I wasn't sure. I picked up a big piece, and it was this brittle, dry kind of fibrous thing. I started thinking, 'they're all next to my truck. Is it me? Am I dropping these things? Is that why they're on the roads that I use every day? Is that why my brother has seen them to because he used those same roads?' So, I inspected my truck, and It seems fine.
I turned the piece in my hand over, and I knew what it was at that very second. It was a piece of a tire. I looked at my tires, and they were fine too. We got in my truck and continued to another friend's house. They now noticed what I was talking about and saw the pieces everywhere. I got on the highway and said, 'why are there pieces of tire everywhere though, are pieces just really falling off car's tires so easily?'. Then, there was silence for two seconds, and we heard an explosion in front, and to the right of us, black things were hitting my windshield like machine weapon fire. A car's tire had exploded, and it swerved in our direction. The driver of that car immediately regained control and got off the highway as other cars got out of his way. That answered my question apparently. We still saw chunks later on and decided to get off the highway and take a long way there. It turns out there was a reason our local news reminds us to check our tires at the beginning of every summer. It gets so hot where we live that the hot roads where exploding worn out tires even easier."
"I was driving to work on a day that was windy. I worked the night shift, so I was driving at like 9:30 p.m. As I was diving, I saw a car upside down in the ditch, and a few feet away was a body. What the heck? There weren't any emergency vehicles, so I backed up and got out of my car. I called the police and told them about the accident and where it was. The dispatcher said the police were on their way and asked me to check if the person is okay. I crossed the street to check if she was alive, she was, and she was sobbing. I asked her she was okay (stupid question yes, but I was panicking) she was fine. She had some cuts that I patched up with some band-aids from my first-aid kit in my car. The police got there, and I filled out a report, she got taken to the hospital to check for a concussion, and I left. I got to work late but oh my goodness, was that one of the craziest things that ever happened to me."
"I stopped at a red light on a late night Taco Bell run with nobody else around and some addict yelled at me from the sidewalk for a solid 30 seconds. I'm pretty sure he said something about 'blow your brains out,' but it was hard to tell since it was all gibberish. In hindsight, the wise thing to do was probably to run the red because worst case scenario I get a traffic camera ticket, no matter what I get away from that dude, and if a cop was around then at least I'd have him to protect me and I would have a valid excuse to get out of the ticket. (This was a pretty open street, no obstacles blocking my view and like I said, nobody was around so I could have safely run the red.) What I did was just sit there until the light turned green while avoiding eye contact with the guy."
"It was New Years, and I was driving home on 495 south from Maryland.
The traffic was very light.
I was just going past the weird church thing when I saw up ahead a dead deer. The blood was bright red and pooled all around it. I could not see it well from my point of view and the distance, but I could tell that deer was hit in an awful way. Like everyone else driving around me, we didn't want to hit it, so most people moved one or two lanes away. Deer are known for not looking alive and just having enough energy to get up and freak out so I, at least, gave it a wide berth.
So I was going about 60 miles per hour or so, and I passed it.
Wait, that wasn't a deer because 'deer don't wear clothes.'
On the right-hand side of the highway, I saw people, dressed very nicely as you do for New Years out on the town, running up the side towards the pile of bloody person and that pretty much confirmed to me I did not see things back there.
I tried looking up the police blotters and any news about it, but saw nothing about it."
"I was driving home from work this summer at 3 a.m., on the interstate, in a rainstorm. Suddenly, I saw a figure almost jump out at me trying to wave me down from the shoulder. There was no car and nothing in the small gully between the highway and forest. I turned around at the closest exit but took 10 minutes to make it back, and didn't see anybody. I called 911 and asked them to check it out after I passed the second time.
Who knows what happened, but it was still a strange situation. I wish I had the presence of mind to slam on the brakes and stop."