Category: roadside stories

“So, I’ve always had a connection to the weird. I get those feelings, and the place turns out to be haunted. I have nightmares, then something bad happens. I hear three knocks, and somebody dies. It’s always happened. This story, I didn’t have a part in.

My brother was very… uptight. He thought he knew everything, ya know, one of those guys. Not anymore. Him and my mom were driving home one day (I live right next to a farm, my house is in the woods) and my brother was arguing about something I don’t know what, but he suddenly stops when the start to pass the farm field. My mom looks over and she said she immediately stepped on the gas. They both saw a man, dressed in all black, standing on the side of the road. When my mom sped up, my brother turned around and he wasn’t there anymore.

A couple years later, my friend drove up to my house, and was crying when she got out of her car… she saw the same guy standing at the top of my road.

We never found out if he was real or not but it was sure as hell creepy.”

By: @motherofdraggingthesehoes

“So, I’ve always had a connection to the weird. I get those feelings, and the place turns out to be haunted. I have nightmares, then something bad happens. I hear three knocks, and somebody dies. It’s always happened. This story, I didn’t have a part in.

My brother was very… uptight. He thought he knew everything, ya know, one of those guys. Not anymore. Him and my mom were driving home one day (I live right next to a farm, my house is in the woods) and my brother was arguing about something I don’t know what, but he suddenly stops when the start to pass the farm field. My mom looks over and she said she immediately stepped on the gas. They both saw a man, dressed in all black, standing on the side of the road. When my mom sped up, my brother turned around and he wasn’t there anymore.

A couple years later, my friend drove up to my house, and was crying when she got out of her car… she saw the same guy standing at the top of my road.

We never found out if he was real or not but it was sure as hell creepy.”

By: @motherofdraggingthesehoes

“Okay, let me preface this with the fact that this kind of stuff seems to happen to my family a lot. My mother, a nurse, will tell stories of seeing a little girl wandering her hospital just before people die. People getting a ‘last wind’, meaning that they come back for a short time after they die, as if to give their family some comfort. Real-life horrors like a man who had come in off of the streets and plainly asked a doctor if he had ever noticed how hard it was to cut through bone, to which the doctor asked what he went and was shown the mans finger, still on his hand, which he had been cutting away at for what could only be assumed as a long time and was down to the bone. 

But, all of this aside, the only unexplainable things that ever happen to me seem to be paranormal, which I am incredibly thankful for. Now, by no means will I say that I’m extremely brave, but i’d like to think that I’m not a complete wuss. But, what I’m going to tell you still, to this day, freaks me out endlessly. 

My mom, great aunt, grandmother and I had been on a trip to the mountains to see the flowers bloom. Clearly, my thirteen-year-old mind wasn’t entertained by three middle-aged to elderly women in a car for two days for that long. Of course, there will always be the random shit that they’d say that they shouldn’t have, like my grandmothers apparent early love for a guy in her tiny hometown that drove a motorcycle and smoked. All of that said, I can safely say it want the worst trip I’ve ever been on.
After dropping them off at my grandmothers backwoods house, my mom and I started the hour and a half journey home. It got dark quickly but my no-bullshit mother made me feel safe as she’s been known to control raging men in her hospital. We started down a road i’d been down thousands of time, one that, during the day, is gorgeous. Golden corn stalks line the right side of the dirt road hundreds of rows deep. Occasionally, there are little paths through the corn, you know, standard. On the other side of the road, the only thing you can see is thick underbrush and tall oaks. 

We were listening to the radio and having a random conversation when, suddenly, we noticed a truck in front of us. We slowed down, figuring that we had just been driving a little quicker than we thought we were. I noticed that the truck had no license plates, but I want really surprised. Again, my grandmother lives in a backwoods middle of no where hick town, so seeing a truck, normally used for farms, with no license plates normal. He slowed down and pulled to the side of the road next to a drive way but, oddly, didn’t pull fully in. His car came to a complete stop, far from the mailbox, and he turned it off but kept the lights on. My mom tensed, her hands gripping the wheel tighter. I heard her mumbling that she would hit him if he came towards us, that she wouldn’t be scared to hit him. Slowly, she gave the car some gas, creeping slowly past the truck. 

Now, I swear when i tell you this it wasn’t a product of my imagination. It wasn’t because I was tried or because I was scared. I swear to you that this is exactly what I saw. 

As we passed the truck, out of pure fear of letting the man out of my sight, I turned and watched him as we passed. When I looked in, his lights were on and he was staring at me as if he was memorizing my face. I must have took in a breath, because my mom slammed on the gas, rocks flying behind her little red minivan. Still, I couldn’t take my eyes off of his truck in the rear view mirror. He turned it on, and without stopping, he drove directly into the field. 

When we stopped to get gas my mom had to beg me to get out of the car in the dark parking lot. We drove home in near silence, and, when we got home, I silently went up stairs and went to bed. 

I still think about that guy pretty often. I find myself wondering if he really was memorizing my face and, if so, why? Was he crazy? Was he planning something? What if my mom wasn’t as street smart as she is? What if she hadn’t sped up? Why did he go into the field?

I don’t have the answers, but what I do know is that my mom absolutely refuses to drive with just the two of us in the car at night in sparsely populated areas.
And who knows, maybe he was just being kind and letting us pass him so he could pull into the field without interrupting our commute. Honestly, I hope that’s what it was. 

I often wonder if i’ll ever see him again. 

I hope not.”

By: @bethasaurousrex

“… Several years back, I worked very early in the morning and was leaving my house around 4:30am. I lived just south of Boston, MA and drove up into the city every day for work. I would carpool with this guy Henry, so I had picked him up and we were on our way. It was mid-summer and the sun had not yet come up, but you could see the light beginning to spill over the horizon.

We are driving down a fairly busy road called 138, when all of a sudden, this kangaroo-like animal bolts in front of our car from the woods to the right of us. I SLAM on my brakes, barely avoiding this unidentifiable creature. The car came to a stop, the animal in the middle of the road, curiously peering back at us. I was honestly really struggling with accepting what I was seeing. Both Henry and I were stunned, and I looked at him and just said, ‘what the hell is that?’ About 30 seconds later, it hop/walked along and back into the woods on the other side of the road.

Fast forward..I get home from work, still freaked out by what I had seen. The kangaroo-like creature still fresh in my mind. There are no zoos, or to my knowledge, any habitat for such creatures in my area… It had short, spotty fur, thin arms and backwards legs, almost like Mr. Tumnus.

I then did a TON of research, discovering that there is some sort of animal by the name of a QUOKKA. The only problem was that this “Quokka” was at least several feet tall, when according to Wikipedia, the average Quokka is only 16-35 inches long. While this creature was definitely not a kangaroo, it was either something undiscovered, part of some sort of freaky experiment, or just a GIANT Quokka on steroids.”

By: joshjardim (Have you ever had an unexplained or
paranormal experience?
)

“… When I used to tell the story everyone made fun of it as the Manbearpig. 

I was driving out to a party with a friend out by the river at night. In order to get there we had to drive down this road which was narrow and surrounded by huge cottonwoods on both sides. We saw a truck with it’s brights on facing us that was stopped in the road, not a big deal I thought, probably just some guy taking a piss. 

As we got closer we noticed the dome light of the truck (it was like a Suburban) was on so the door had been left open. But he was nowhere to be seen, then as we get closer we see what at first we thought was a giant badger in front of the car. And then once we were really close we saw this really strange looking creature standing on two legs, greyish wirey fur and the clincher was it was looking down at its hands like ‘what the fuck did I turn into?’ as we cruised by (we had to slow down considerably since the truck was taking up a lot of the road in order to pass it) the thing looked up at us and watched us ride by. My friend floored it once we passed, and we were both terrified. 

We got to the party and everyone accused us of smoking weed on the way, and laughed about it.

But I’d say it was… 2 to 3 feet [in height], I didn’t pay attention to the leg joints but it did have a snout of some sort, pointed but longer, kind of like a raccoon. I actually asked around about what it could have been and some people say it may have been a bear (which don’t really exist in North Dakota at all) and my crytozoology friend told me about this creature which sounded similar.”

By: kingvitaman (Have you ever had an unexplained or
paranormal experience?
)

“My grandpa was a postman in a rural area of my country (in East Europe), from around 1960 until 1986 or so, and he was going to different villages with the post carriage. He would often be gone from early hours until very late at night so it was always dark outside when he went and when he came back from work. 

My mother told me that he came home one night visibly shaken. My grandma kept asking him what happened and he told her that he was on the route and that he was passing an empty field between the villages when he got close to a crossroad. He said that he could hear and see folk music playing and people dancing at the place where the two roads crossed. 

He got scared because it was dark outside and pretty late at night in the middle of an open field, no one would have a party there and then. He did a cross sign, closed his eyes and let the horse pull the carriage through the crossroad. After a while he couldn’t hear any music so he opened his eyes. He had passed the crossroad so he looked back and he saw nothing. There was no one there. No music, no dancing, no people. 

My mom says that he would often fall asleep when coming home because the horse knew the way back and would often come home with my grandpa asleep in the carriage so maybe it was a dream, but I asked my grandma about this incident and she told me that he was really scared when he came back and that from then on he always had a blessed rosary with him when leaving to work.”

By: @i-may-watch-porn-i-may-not