I have had a few weird things happen here and there.
One of my favorites, and I am being truthful about the events:
I have had a few weird things happen here and there.
One of my favorites:
When I was 17 I was driving LATE one night from Reno to Las Vegas with some friends.
Stone cold sober, I might add.
I was driving my buddy's purple GTO Judge and going as fast as it would go, which was reasonably fast.
Toodling down a two lane highway, middle of BF Nevada, all of a sudden a man in blue jeans and a red and black plaid shirt leaped out onto the road waving his arms in sort of a 'I’m gonna grab you' posture.
I swerved to the other lane and, as I got real close, I saw he had no mouth or eyes, just black pits where those parts should have been.
I can still get chills and goose bumps thinking about it – it seemed 100% bonafide real. The other guys were asleep, but awoke to my terrified "Yaaaaaghhhhh," which, of course, scared the bejeebers out of them. (I mean, one minute you're snoozing, and the next you're being awakened by the sound of the driver of the car swerving and screaming at the top of his lungs. Yeah, you could say the ghost scared them, too!)
We went blazing past him and I admit I had a hard time keeping the car steady and my brain together as I slowed down and tried to explain what happened.
After a bit, I got myself re-assembled and we back-tracked to see what we could see.
There was clean desert sand on both sides of the road, with a lone set of fresh footprints coming to the edge of the road, but no set going away from the road.
This was middle of nowhere, too. Back then, pitch black and no civilization for miles.
We got out the flashlight and followed the tracks away from the road. After about 30 feet, the prints just stopped. The prints were boot prints, with that standard Vibram cleat pattern, and were as fresh as our own prints as we made them.
Anyway, my buddies got spooked, so we didn't dig or hunt around the spot where the tracks started, but I really wanted to see if the prints had started over something even more interesting.
We left the scene, end of story.
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About 18 months later, I was driving my girlfriend and her mom from Reno to L.A. and we were going down Highway 395 late one night, somewhere in the foresty party of the Sierras.
I was sober again, and driving about 65 mph. My girlfriend was asleep in the back, her mom was asleep in the front passenger seat.
All of a sudden, coming onto the roadway, appeared a figure in blue jeans and a red and black plaid shirt. I had barely enough time to swerve and saw HIM, again!
No eyes or mouth, just black pits, with his arms raised, like he was going to try to grab the car. The same dang guy!
I yelled (screamed) again and woke up my girlfriend's mom, who also yelled…. 'cause my yelling woke her up, which then startled me further, so I yelled again. It was a sonorous moment.
This time, I could see him as we drove past, and he made like to run and grab the car. I had to break for a turn and I was sure in that moment that he would be able to catch the car, my leg actually started to shake on the brake pedal. I saw him in the rearview mirror as the red rear lights illuminated him. No eyes, but I was sure he was looking straight at me.
I hit the gas and left him behind, but my girlfriend and her mom refused to go back and look for footprints.
After that, I had a reputation for hallucinating if left to drive late at night with other passengers asleep.
Many years have gone by, I still ponder that apparition's intentions, and I perpetually wonder when he might pop up again, on some lonesome road, late at night.
I mean, I know he's out there, and he seems to know me...
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