"When I was a kid, living in Charleston, S.C., my dad took my brother and me to a boat landing on a creek, right off of the Intracoastal Waterway to shoot off some fireworks we had left over from the Fourth of July. This boat landing was up in the sticks in a place called Wadmalaw Island - very sparsely populated and pitch black at night.
When we pulled in the parking lot of the boat landing, there was a 20-foot power boat nestled against the dock. The only people there were several guys wearing white boots and loading the back of an SUV with boxes from the boat. There was also a sports car but I'm not sure what kind. We instantly got the heeby-jeebies, turned around and hauled out of there. About 30 seconds later, there was a car speeding towards us in the rear-view mirror. We were already going 80mph, and it was gaining on us very quickly. We knew we couldn't outrun them, (my dad drove an '81 Audi Fox), so before we went around a curve in the road, we killed the headlights and pulled into the driveway of someone's house, ducked down and waited. That car that was chasing us flew by, (must have been going 100mph, easily). We sat there for a few minutes and saw the car going back to the boat landing. The night could have ended very differently..."
"I was driving along with some friends on a winding section of road with a steep drop off to the river below on one side late one night. We passed a small pull-off and noticed a car with no lights on. As we drove by we caught a glimpse of a person standing next to it, and as the headlights hit him we saw that his shirt was covered in blood all down the front. We didn't stop, but turned around and drove back slowly. I rolled down my window as we approached, and he just stood there, blood all over his shirt and pants. His car looked fine so it couldn't have been a crash.
Out the window, I asked if he was ok, and over the pounding rain and roar of the river below I heard the most distant and sorrowful 'I'm fine.' He gave me chills. I didn't reply and slowly drove off as my buddy called the cops. About half an hour later, we drove by again and there were an ambulance and a couple cruisers. It turns out, the guy slit his wrists and was going to jump into the river."
"While working one night, I was called to attend a head-on car accident with three people were killed.
The driver of one vehicle wasn't wearing a seatbelt and the force of the impact had embedded his steering wheel in his forehead. His best friend was in the seat next to him and was conscious and making the most horrific shrieks.
I will never forget that image or that sound."
"My friend and I used to go drive around our little country town at all times of the day; we'd chat, listen to music, and just sort of drive around for no real reason.
One night, we decided we were bored and that we should just take a drive around the back country roads and just chill out. The roads were just two-way, one lane each, with a speed limit of 45-55 and hardly any light except for the moon.
On the way out, I started getting this weird feeling. I had driven this road countless times before at night and I had never had this feeling before. It felt like a stone in my stomach along with some chills that were going up my legs and my arms. Around the time that I started feeling this, there was a car coming toward us going the opposite direction--we were maybe a mile or so away from one another, probably a bit more than that. My friend and I were still just talking and not really paying much attention to the car coming toward us.
As it got closer, I remember feeling particularly uncomfortable and the conversation between my friend and I just sort of stopped abruptly. The car that was coming toward us was basically right in front of us at this point and it was about two yards in front of my car before it flipped its headlights off and veered into our lane, aimed directly at my car. This was all split second; back country road, pitch black, and headlights coming toward us just cut off completely.
I, by some miracle, managed to swerve to the right to get out of the way. My friend and I were shaken. I checked my mirrors and just saw the car flip its headlights back on and continue driving from the way we came. I think my friend and I had five smokes between us on the drive home as we decided to cut the drive extremely short."
"My friend broke down about an hour away from where I lived, so I went out to get him.
When I got there it was pitch black and he was being helped by some strange guy with no car (inbreed foothill type guy). Another guy walked up out of nowhere and asks what was wrong, so I explained that my buddy broke down and we're helping him. The guy said, 'Well, it's a good thing you're here, this area isn't safe after dark.' He then walked away.
I noticed how messed up this all is, I mean we were in the middle of nowhere and a guy just popped up to tell me I was in danger. The mountain guy got my buddy's car to run and came up to talk to us. He said it was like three different things wrong with the car, and that we should leave it here and drive it the local mechanic in the morning. Then he said, 'Don't stay here though, this town gets dangerous after dark... real weirdos come out.' Then he walked away. My buddy and I jumped in my car and were freaking out the whole way home.
Who were those guys, and why did they both think that? What happens after dark?
"I got lost on the way home from hanging out with a friend, ended up going the opposite direction towards town, into the more rural areas. There was no one else on the roads, I came around a curve and saw an SUV parked on the side of the road on fire.
It wasn't a small fire; I'm talking the entire car engulfed in huge flames. I checked to see if there was anyone in the car, it was totally abandoned. I thought about calling the police but I was pretty stoned and spooked so I just got out of there. Looked it up on the news the next morning to make sure I wasn't losing my mind and sure enough, there was a story about it but no explanation for why the SUV was on fire, just that they found it abandoned."
"I was driving back from White Sands National Park, and to get to my town you have to go through a reservation. There's a ton of drinking and driving accidents on this reservation, so I'm always cautious.
It was about 12:30 a.m., and there were a ton of police lights, so I slowed down to 10mph on account of the glare of the police lights. I got closer and was being forced to run over glass and plastic pieces and tons of blood. My first thought upon seeing the blood was 'IT'S HUMAN BLOOD!!'
I saw a youth group van, smashed with blood all over the vehicle and airbags deployed. To my right is a bull elk, its hind legs are over its head and a chunk of its stomach is gone.
Everyone was okay as far as I could tell, the elk was extremely dead and I was traumatized. I refuse to drive anywhere in my town and around my town due to drinking and driving, and elk and deer."
"One night, a few years ago, at around midnight, I was driving home from work. On this route is a long bridge crossing a lake. It has two lanes, both run in the same direction (an adjacent bridge runs in the other direction). Anyway, this particular night, it was completely empty on this road (rare) apart from me and a lone pickup idling in the shoulder. Since the speed limit is 70, and a very familiar route, I figured it would be a smooth ride.
As I neared the truck, it started to come out of the shoulder, slowly and without signaling (normal for Louisiana). Anticipating this, I switched over to the left lane but then it crept into my lane and stopped, blocking both lanes and causing me to slam on the brakes HARD. Narrowly missed his truck as I slammed on the breaks and horn. Had to reverse a little before racing home. I don't know what their goal was, but I have never been so close to death in my life."
"I was driving with a friend late one night in and around Mexico City. There were a couple dozen cars along with us on the main road and we needed to cross pretty much the whole city to crash at my friend's apartment. After 20 minutes or so, my friend casually said, 'This car is taking the same path than us, it's been tailing us for a while.' We paid no attention to it at the moment, but 15 minutes later when we took our exit and kept going on some secondary streets, my friend commented for the second time, 'Weird, the car from before its still behind us.' I thought it was coincidence and brushed the comment aside, and at that moment we had to turn into a small one-lane street to get to my friend's apartment. The other car followed us. Slight paranoia kicked in, as we both noticed that it was the same car. I pulled to the side to let it pass, the other car stopped behind us.
We stood there in silence for two minutes or so, the situation getting weirder as time passed. The driver didn't turn off the engine or anything; he was waiting. We couldn't see his face because of his front lights. I got back onto the road. The other car began to follow us again. We were scared at this point. My phone was dead, I didn't have a phone charger, my friend's phone had no signal, and so we had no way to call the cops. I had to check if this guy was for real, so I drove around the block, and yes, the guy followed us. Was it a prank? It didn't look like any of my friend's car.
We drove back to a busy street and tried to lose him there, but he kept following us. The next 20 minutes were torture. This guy, whoever he was, had made up his mind to tail us. We didn't know what to do, and in the end, we decided to go to a 24-hour gas station that usually had people in it. There were 3 other cars and a bus when we arrived. The guy stopped across the street and turned off his lights and parked exactly where we couldn't see him. We asked one of the guys that was refilling for his phone to call the cops. A police car came 15 minutes later and the guy bailed.
We told the story to the cops. They told us that they couldn't do anything without the plates or any specific details. They escorted us to my friend's apartment. And guess what? The car was there waiting for us in the one-lane street. He must not have expected the cops to come with us because he accelerated as soon as he saw the police car. The cops tried to follow him but they came back five minutes later empty-handed. We had to fill out a report at the police station and they told us to go sleep somewhere else for the time being.
The case was closed six months later. The cops checked street surveillance cameras, the guy had his plates sprayed with a substance that blocks cameras from reading the plate. His windows were tinted and had very little to track him in a city with over a million cars.
My friend moved out later that year, mainly because the paranoia.
Who was that guy? What did he want? I really want to know."
"I was driving home at about 4 a.m. with a friend (we were both 19-year-old girls) after a spontaneous road trip, having just dropped off the rest of our friends. We were driving down a major road comprised mostly of restaurants and businesses, but it was completely abandoned since it was the Fourth of July on top of being in the middle of the night. We all of a sudden see this yellow flashing light in the rear view, getting closer and closer. Soon after the van attached to this light is tailgating us, hard. We sped up and thought that was that.
My friend was housesitting but with all the neon signs shut off we could not find the house, so we turned into a driveway to look at our GPS. It was a long narrow driveway and a yellow light turned in behind us, completely blocking us in. We saw a man getting out of that car and I put it in drive and drove it through the grass to get out.
Now, while I should've driven to a populated area, we thought maybe that was the homeowner so we pulled out and drove to the correct home, and they again pulled in behind us, with the man getting out again. The yellow light was still blinking. Now, the only thing that had a chance of being open was the airport nearby. We drove way over the speed limit (hoping to attract police attention) to the airport and I sprinted out, but it was closed too. We just sat in the parking lot resigned to our deaths, crying on the phone with our moms, not even 10 minutes away from our houses. Finally, we saw yellow light leaving the general area, and sped home.
The night after this we forced my friend's dad and his weapons to stay over at the house for a stake out, sure we would all be killed but wanting an answer. We waited until nearly that exact time, and right on time yellow light comes up the driveway and the man gets out. They were delivering the daily newspaper... we still get mocked for this."
"I used to throw newspapers for the Kansas City Star. And if you know anything about modern-day newspaper delivery, it isn't anything like little Timmy throwing a small bundle in the morning before school for his lunch money. I threw 1,500 papers a night. You'd pick your newspapers up at midnight and throw until 6 in the morning. You have to roll them yourself, stuff ads in them, the works. It is a terribly arduous job but pays well above minimum wage when you have a large route like I had.
One night I was throwing newspapers in a little place called Holt, Missouri. It's about 45 minutes from Kansas City limits. I was throwing these out my window when suddenly I realized the same pair of headlights kept passing me. It was too dark out in the middle of nowhere to make out the vehicle well, but it was no doubt an SUV. I stopped my car and watched it as it rolled past me and went a good quarter-mile down the road before, sure enough, it made a large awkward U-turn back around. It did it a few more times before I finished my papers on that stretch of road and turned around. This road was a flat and straight road for several miles with no light pollution with only a few driveways for farmers and what have you that live out there. As I was driving back I realized the blinding headlights of the vehicle pestering me were no longer moving towards my own. They were stopped in the middle of the road. With barely enough room to pass, I laid on the horn and screamed a few choice words as I flew past them. I will forever regret doing that.
I was under the impression it was just a couple hillbillies wasted and wanting to start trouble. Even going 50 mph past them and going a ways down the road, I heard their tires screech and the engine rev. Whatever it was, they had it suped up. Quickly, the situation got worse. Much, much worse. They got on my rear within seconds, and my poor little beater wouldn't be able to outrun them, They ram my rear-end and the unmistakable pop of shots went off. They shot several times, one bullet busting out my back window and whizzing past my head. In a panic, I did the only thing that came to mind and screeched Tokyo Drift style into a farmer's field adjacent to his gravel driveway. The truck followed but seemed to hit something hard and went careening past the driveway into the other half of the field. I fired it down to this guy's house.
I had never met him before. Perfect stranger. I hauled out of my car and began banging on the door like a madman, hoping and praying I don't get shot by either the person in the killer mobile or the farmer I was waking up. The vehicle wasn't very far away from me when almost every light in the house turned on at once. The vehicle screeched to a stop and pulled around. I saw that it was, in fact, an old-style suburban, with massive wheels and no license plates. A large burly man wearing nothing but boxers along with several other guys greeted me at the door, one brandishing a weapon. In the end it all worked out. By chance, the man was getting married in the morning and all of his buddies were over for his bachelor party. Thank god not all of them got blackout wasted.
I filed a police report, yet nothing ever came of it. No other reports ever came of a beat up Suburban with no license plates. I started packing heat in my delivery car after that. My vehicle had seven bullet holes and the back bumper was missing. The thing that messes me up the most is we NEVER found my bumper. Just, poof. They rammed it, it disappeared. Maybe they took it as a souvenir.
For a second there I really thought I was going to die."
"About 20 years ago, I was driving home from a late wedding DJ gig. I was driving south on a major interstate which was relatively empty at 2:30 a.m. At one point, in the 'narrows,' the retaining walls on each side get very high as the highway snakes underneath overpasses. Out of nowhere, a young woman jumped down from the retaining wall onto the highway and directly in front of my car. I hit the brakes hard, came to a complete stop, and nearly slammed into her. She looked up, ran to my passenger door and got in looking terrified. She looked between 16 and 20 years old, long blonde hair, and her clothes looked a little dirty. Not homeless dirty, but like she'd fallen down a few times. 'I just need to call my mom,' she said.
I tried to calm her down and began moving back down the highway and behind me about 50 feet, I saw another figure jump down onto the highway out of my rear view window. I didn't mention this to her and she didn't look back or see the other person. I sped up and went about four or five exits south. She kept saying over and over, 'I just need to call my mom.' This was before most people had cell phones, so I told her I would take her to one of the 24-hour grocery stores and she could call her mom. I asked her if she needed money for a pay phone, what was wrong, and other questions. She said nothing other than, 'I just need to call my mom.'
I pulled up to the grocery store and stopped. She got out quickly, but not running, then ducked inside. She didn't say a word to me or look back. I pulled into the gas station across the street and called 911 and told them the entire story and let them know the young woman was inside the grocery store and gave a description. I have no idea what happened. I don't know what happened to her, who the figure behind us on the highway was - nothing. It made me extremely uneasy. I think I did the right thing. I would have tried to do more but she seemed really fragile emotionally and somewhat afraid of me, so I wanted her to just be able to get to where she needed to be."