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Let's hear some people's scary stories, whether it happened to you, someone you know, or just a story you've heard somewhere else.

I decided I should tell about this. Last night my girlfriend and I were riding around on back roads. To be honest what we were doing after a short time was looking for a place to be alone and we turned up an old dirt road going into the woods and up a mountain. It was so narrow bushes were rubbing the car. At the end there was a larger spot that my girlfriend said was probably a log landing from where logging used to be done. There were a bunch of cars parked there and we could see a big fire on the other side of the cars. We started to turn around in an open spot. It put us where we could see around the cars and our lights lit up a bunch of people that were all dressed in black robes and standing in a big circle around the fire. They even had black hoods pulled up and we saw they were turned watching us. Inside the circle by the fire it looked like there was a long table or something covered with a black cloth.

Here’s the wild part. A woman was lying on the table. Even as cold as it was she didn't have a stitch of clothes on. Even she rose up and was looking at our car. Some of them started walking to us. We hurried up and turned around and got out of there before they could get to us. Anybody ever hear about anything like this before around here? It scared the daylights out of us.

that was the truck stop man - same thing every night !

lol btw this isn't my story. I just read it on topix

GOSH DAMNIT I TOLD MY MOM TO STAY HOME LAST NIGHT

My boyfriend’s friend told me about something that happened to her about five years ago.

She was driving with her friend to San Francisco from LA and was on the 5 freeway, about two hours out of SF at 3am. If you’ve never driven this, this is the area where there is NOTHING. You feel like you are in the damn middle of nowhere, and driving there at the right time (like 3am) can put you in complete solitude since it’s too early for people to be driving in/out to work, travel, etc.

They admit to being young and stupid at the time (they were both 17 when it happened) and they would drive up next to people that had hazard lights on as if they were going to help them, then they would drive away. Or they would drive through puddles (it was raining) and splash people.

They’re driving pretty fast, and catch up to a car very quickly, which turns out to actually be stopped in the very middle lane of the freeway with it’s regular lights on, but not hazard lights. So they slow down and keep driving at what she says was a steady 35 since she was looking back. Then a tall man gets out of the car and gets on the ground. So she keeps driving because all of the sudden they both feel extremely scared.

He starts running on all fours, like he’s galloping, after them. She says they screamed and sped up, and started driving 40, then 50, and looked back and he was catching up with them. Her friend starts crying and starts trying to decide if she should call the police, but didn’t considering how far out they were.

She fucking punches it and starts approaching 70 miles an hour, with this “galloping man” about 100 feet behind them. He gets closer, probably about half that (the friend says, as she was staring, not having to pay attention to the road). She starts crying too and thinking they are both going to get killed, so she hits about 80 miles and the “man” stopped in his tracks and stood up and stared, and she said for a split second, even from 80-100 feet away and only with the light emitting from her rear lights in the darkness, she looked in the rear-view mirror at him and they “locked eyes” and felt nothing like she has ever felt before.

As she was telling me this, the hair on her arms were standing up. She thinks he was possessed. They didn’t see him again, but that freaks me the fuck out.

She said they were both “good” during high school and they were not under the influence of anything and neither of them were sleep deprived. They slept before making the trip.

When she was talking about it she got all choked up when she was said she was wondering, “Just HOW fast do I have to drive to lose this thing?” I can’t imagine. Fuck.

I’m one of those people that only rarely remembers their dreams. But when I do, they tend to be quite vivid.

When I was about 15, I went on a mission trip to Appalachia with my church youth group. We were all piled into a school bus, and the drive lasted at least a day and a half, so we had to stop and sleep overnight at other churches.

On the trip there, we got lost on the back roads of Ohio trying to find the place we were supposed to sleep that night.

It was about 1 or two in the morning (yeah, we were REALLY lost) and looking out the window, I must have drifted off – except the transition was so seamless I don’t remember actually falling asleep. Because one moment I was just looking out the window at the dark countryside, and the next there were all these pale, flickering people walking through the trees on either side of the road, just watching us. They were all white, and seemed almost luminous as they came closer to the road.

I looked around, and everybody else on the bus was asleep, except the driver.

The driver was this kinda stoic, old-school renfest goth guy named Christopher (NOT Chris), and he and I got each other pretty well, so I’d been sitting up front to shoot the shit with him. I remember turning around to ask him what was up with the people on the side of the road, but he was just staring straight ahead. He didn’t seem freaked out or anything, but before I could actually say anything, he said, in this really calm voice:

“Don’t say anything. Don’t look at them. You need to be asleep.”

I didn’t think the people from the road wanted to hurt me – if anything, I just felt sad for them. They all looked so lost, and their clothes were all in tatters. Some of them looked like they’d been burned. Some of them were kids.

But I believed Christopher when he told me it was better not to look at them.

I don’t remember going to sleep, but I did close my eyes, and when I opened them again we were in a small town, and the road-people were gone.

stop sharing this lousy bs, your starting to give me the hegebegies

ok here goes...........

One day i went to look at Dirt's facebook.................................no more needs said - i still have nightmares!!
























Love ya Dirt!! lol

Creepy look at the pic of Faschek on the front page........Thats creepy.