Snook - Unnerving Reddit Stories

Episode Date: March 7, 2026

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Hey, what's up guys. Welcome back to another Reddit Stories video. You guys seem to like these videos a lot, so I'm going to keep making them as long as you keep watching them. So anyways, sit back, relax, and if you're new here, subscribe because it's the channel's goal to be at 250,000 subscribers by the end of the year. So yeah, please subscribe. All right, anyways, let's get into the first story. I found an extremely bizarre internet survey. Nobody knows what Rock Bottom truly is until they've hit it. Being abruptly fired from your job you've worked at for the past 10 years, and then cashing your girl cheating on you with your replacement,

really makes a man think. Hell, my student loans aren't even paid off yet. What a shit show this life is. After a rather boozy night that consisted of sending out about four dozen resumes and horrendously written cover letters, I passed out. When I woke up the next morning, I decided to at least try and make some money at home while waiting for an interview.

At that moment, I thought that the best way to go about it was completing those internet surveys that yielded $5 subway gift cards and other shit like that after about an hour of answering questions. I mean, I didn't have any other marketable skills that could have yielded immediate income. It was either that or wasting the day away playing computer games. at least I wouldn't have to pay for food, I did these surveys for about five hours before nearly passing out. It was way more excruciating than I had originally anticipated. At the end of those five hours, I'd accumulated about $45 in cash and gift cards, $9 an hour, not like I was making much more than that before. I was about to close my laptop up for the day and head to a bar

in an attempt to drown out my melancholy when I first saw it. It shouldn't even have been noticeable, but for one reason or another it was. At the bottom corner of the website that I was on existed a tiny, singular advertisement. Maybe it was the simplicity that got me. Plain black letters in a tacky font that read surveys for cash. Overlapped a completely white background. At least, they were direct with the message. One more couldn't hurt, I thought.

might as well scrape together a little bit more booze money before heading out. I sat back down, clicked on the picture link, and prepared myself to grind through some more painstaking inquiries. The first few questions were simple enough. I guess they weren't really questions, but more data collection. My name, age, and occupation. I thought it was kind of weird that they also asked my height and weight, but it wasn't unheard of. The first real question, was a different story, though. I must have stared at it, eyes wide open, and mouth agape, for God knows how long. What the actual hell? In plain English, this is what popped up on my screen. How strong is your urge to currently look behind you? There were five options below,

ranging from, not at all, to overwhelming. There was no feasible reason why I should should have been afraid at that moment, but I was. I tightened my breathing, trying to make out any subtle noises behind me. There were none. After maybe about five minutes, I worked up the courage to look. There was nothing. I sighed in relief and scoffed at myself at the same time. This must have been some kind of joke. However, I decided to entertain it, answering neutral and clicking on to the next question. This is what it read. Why would you look behind you? I smirked. Funny. Before simply typing in, I don't know, in the response box and once again clicking next. This was the third question. You're on a plane. Apart from you, there's only one

other passenger who is sitting somewhere behind you. At some point, you get up to go to the washroom and find that the man is gone. You check to see if he is in the only bathroom on the plane, but he isn't. What do you do? Again, I must have stupidly stared at it for nearly ten minutes. Was this some kind of obscure personality test? I mean, it must have been right, right? I put the same question that I used for the last question.

I don't know. It was true. I didn't know. How was I supposed to answer this shit? I clicked next again. now more intrigued than anything. The fourth question went like this. You wake up in the woods, unfamiliar to you.

It's nighttime, and the moonlight provides you with only slight visibility. About 30 feet away from you, there was a small, dimly illuminated a cabin. The door is open, and a smiling woman is motioning for you to come in. Do you go? Explain why. This question wasn't necessarily weirder than the like. last one, so my conjecture that this was some kind of odd personality test that was still feasible. I actually make an attempt to answer this one, something along the lines of going into the cabin because there's simply nowhere else to go. Once again, I click next. Probably shouldn't have.

The questions started getting fucked up. They weren't too gory or explicit, not anything like that. They were just stranger, weirder. more psychologically disturbing. If you're wondering why the hell I kept going, I can't really give you an explicit answer to that. I just felt like I had to. It was an esoteric, creepy and sensation that I can't quite explain away, but I could never shake it. So I just went on. Some of the answers that stood out were, suppose that you wake up one night to find an elevator in your house. During every midnight after that, it opens up for five minutes, revealing an exact copy of yourself that gets progressively more injured as time goes on. Do you keep living like this? Or do you enter the elevator

once and end at all? And you're in a hotel room but are awoken by a rapid knocking at your window. You peek through the blinds, seeing what appears to be a man missing both his eyes. He puts his mouse to the glass and tells you to kill the woman in the bathroom immediately. Do you listen to him? This was one of my least favorites. You are watching home videos with your mother. One of the tapes includes footage of her being murdered by a masked intruder. Your mother simply laughs at this footage without saying anything.

In your opinion, is this a cause for concern? In addition to this insanity-inducing shit, there were some rather disconcerning events. happening in real life as well. I received a knock at the door about 30 minutes in. I looked through my peephole to find a guy standing there, frantically shaking his head and mouthing, no, while making direct eye contact with me. He looked terrified.

Obviously, I didn't open up. I received about 10 phone calls from somebody named the auditor on my caller ID. They left a message every time, but each one was just a recording that consisted of somebody saying numbers through heavy static. Actually, it sounded more like screaming now that I think about it. About an hour into this thing, and I was on the verge of a mental breakdown, I was petrified of looking behind me, even though there was no indication that anything should have been there.

I heard some soft scratching coming from my vent at one point, so I moved my couch over it. Eventually, I reached what appeared to be the end of the survey. However, it wasn't a question. It was simply a statement. Don't let them in. They're not to be trusted. Almost as if it were on cue.

I heard more knocking at my door about five seconds after reading this. As slowly and silently as I could, I moved over and looked through the people once again. It was a different person than the one I'd seen earlier. She was a woman, looking to be in her mid-20s. She was wearing a thick blazer. Despite it being around 90 degrees Fahrenheit outside, she was also wearing sunglasses so I could never really tell where she was actually looking.

She eventually took a piece of paper out of her pocket and slipped it under the door. I looked down and read it. It's lying. Leave your apartment immediately. It's been about half an hour since. I can't bring myself to look at the computer screen, nor at the woman outside. She's still there. I can see the shadows of her feet from underneath my door.

I heard my bedroom window open a few minutes ago, but I've since jammed the door shut with a chair. I can hear some kind of distorted muttering coming from behind it now. Maybe rock bottom wasn't so bad. But what the fuck am I supposed to do here? I took a drive late one night. What happened will haunt me for the rest of my life. Oh, before I forget, man, I was wondering if you could help me with something. The cashier, an acne-riddled kid who looked to be in his late teens or early 20s,

looked up from shoving the bag of potato chips, two sodas, and a pack of Lucky Strikes into a plastic bag. For a moment, he just stood there, seemingly frozen in mid-action. Then he finally answered, Yeah, what's up, man? I let out a barely precipitable sigh. I'd been half afraid that I would be told to take a long walk off a short pier to put it politely. Feeling relieved, I reached into my back pocket for what was there. You see, I seemed to have, well, sort of gotten lost out here.

I decided to take a late-night drive and ended up getting turned around on all of these two-lane backroads. I unfolded the map and set it on the counter so he and I could both see it before continuing. So I was hoping you could point out on here roughly where we are, and more importantly, the way to get back to the main road. There was another long stretch of silence. And then the kid began to laugh softly at first and then louder. Dude, a paper map? He managed out between wheezes. Are you for real? What year do you think this is? 1993? For my part, I simply let out a resigned sigh. I'd had a bad feeling I'd be getting this sort of reaction from someone his age, and it looked like I'd been proven correct. Can't say I didn't see it coming. He wiped tears from the

corners of his eyes and looked at me. Seriously, bro, don't you have a GPS in your car or something? He asked. Immediately I hooked a thumb over my shoulder, pointing out the glass entry door at the beige sedan sitting at the gas pumps. Not in a Honda accord from 1979, I replied simply. As he looked behind me out the door, I could see he wanted to make another quip, probably something about how I should buy a newer car or something. Thankfully, though, he kept it to himself and said he leaned over the map and still chuckling softly to himself began looking at it. A few moments later, he snapped his fingers. Ha, I still got it, he said proudly, then push his finger down near the middle of the map and looked up at me. We're right about here, roughly six or seven miles outside.

side placer. I leaned over the counter to see as he drew his finger away. Here? He nodded, and I pulled a pen out of my pocket, circling the area as a reminder once I left, then examined the map further. Okay, so it seems I could take more than a few roads to get back to Interstate 5, right? The kid nodded again, clearly already bored with the unusual interaction by the slightly annoyed look which had begun to cross his face. Sure, he said simply, then placed my bagged items on top of the map. That'll be 1450 for this and 2850 for the gas. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. Withdrawing 320s and handing them to him, the register led out its trademark, ding as it shot open, and he placed the bills in it before pulling out and handing me my

change, placing it and my wallet back into my pocket. I picked up the bag and folded the mat back up. Thanks for the help, I said, as I turned to head out the door. Yeah, no problem, I heard a mutter at me as I crossed at the front door and push it open. A small bell hung from the inside handle, jangled as I stepped outside and let the door swing shut behind me. The sounds of the refrigerators humming in the fluorescent lights, softly buzzing, was replaced by those of a summertime, forest at night. Crickets and cicadas buzzed loudly in the grass around the store. Almost overwhelming, the buzzing sound of the lights over the pumps, the sound of an owl hooting loudly echoed through the trees, followed by the loud call of what had to be an elk. I inhaled the clean air before heading

down the steps for my car. Pulling open the driver's door, I took one last look around before dropping into the driver's seat. So did you find out where you are? asked a voice. from the passenger seat, for a split second, a wave of confusion and panic swept over me, and I spun in my seat. It was immediately replaced by a wave of embarrassment, amplified as my friend began to let out a deep laugh. Dude, were you in there for that long that you forgot I was out here waiting for you? Not wanting to admit I had just done that. I shook my head. Nah, bro, not that. Just dealing with the kid in there was a major headache. He nodded sympathetically. Craig was one of the of my close friends. Ever since we met each other, we'd immediately clicked and had stuck with

each other from that point on. And one thing that we both loved to do was take late night drives to nowhere, simply driving around with no destination in mind, listening to the radio and occasionally sharing a joint one of us would buy. This is the first time we've ever gotten lost, though. I reached into the bag pulling out the bottle of Mr. Pibb and handing it to him. Here, I said before pulling the lucky strikes out and chucking the rest into the back seat. Pulling the key from my pocket, I slid it into the ignition and turned it. The car's buzzer sounding as the dash lights came on. A moment later, the inline four quietly rumbled to life with its traditional burble.

Taring open the package, I pulled a cigarette from the pack and struck it into the corner of my mouth before reaching to push in the car's cigarette lighter. As it did, I shot a glance back towards the store and froze. A small shiver shot down my spine as I realized the kid was standing out the door and staring out at us. What the actual hell? Craig caught my gaze and turned to look at himself. Dude, what the hell is his problem? I shook my head as the lighter popped back out, signaling it was ready to use.

I pushed the glowing red coil against the tip of the smoke for a moment until it was lit, then placed it back into its slot. I pulled it from my lips and exhaled a cloud of smoke. before answering, feeling more than a bit unnerved. I don't know, but honestly, man, that's more than a bit creepy. I shot one last glance. The kid hadn't even blinked once. He was just staring with an off-putting intensity out the glass. Come on, let's get out of here, Craig said. Echoing the thoughts swimming through my mind, I put the car into first gear and eased off the clutch, the car beginning to roll forward. out of the corner of my eye saw him turn and shoot the bird at the kid as we slid out from under the lights into the dark.

I turned the car left and began heading the same way we came. Well, the good thing is, yeah, I did find out where we are. I pulled the map from my pocket and handed it to my friend. I heard him fumbling for a moment and then a small flashlight clicked on as he aimed it at the map. Dude, how did we make it almost as far east as placer, he asked, with a sumbling for a small flashlight clicked on as he asked, with a small flashlight. slightly and tonished tone. Longer drive than normal, I guess, I answered, rolling down my window to flick the ashes from my smoke out. I shot a glance at the analog clock on the dashboard. 2.45 it read. I let out a small sigh. Great. Vanessa is likely worrying up a storm about us right now,

me especially. Ever since we'd started dating five years ago, my girlfriend had always been rather apprehensive about my habit of taking long late-night drives when I could sleep. She always feared I'd get into an accident, either with another car, wrap my Honda around a tree, or hit an animal. Most of the time, I'd come home to find her sitting up waiting for me. Worry clearly etched into her beautiful sapphire eyes. I bit my lips slightly. Hey, you think I should text Vanessa and let her know we're okay, I asked Craig? I heard him let out a snort. Honestly, bro? No. I know the woman loves you to death and I'm happy she cares so much, but she's got to learn, what you're doing. Plus, you two need your space. It's not healthy how much time you two spend

together. I flicked the remnants of my cigarette out the window and let out a snort of my own. It's called being in love, dude. You should try it sometime, I joked. Causing him to let out a laugh. Nah, thanks. I enjoy being single too much. Shaking my head, I stared out the windshield as the headlights guided our way. I felt a slight sense of unease. Creep up upon me as I watched the two-lane road stretch out before us. The moon in the sky almost completely blocked by the trees over our heads. I hadn't seen another car on the road for two hours at least. Well, what'd you expect, Derek? You drove into the boonies. There's only ghost towns out here. Why don't you try driving all the way to Idaho next time? Shaking my thoughts away, I fumbled in the center console

for a moment before pulling out a mixtape. A bit of music would help me feel better. I pushed it into the car's cassette player and hit play. A moment later, the pounding bass and scents of dance with the deads, that house began blasting from the speakers. Craig led out a whoop of excitement. Dude, yes, that's the kind of tunes we need for a drive like this. He rolled down the passenger window, sticking his head out the window to whoop and holler into the night. I shook my head, unable to keep from grinning at his antics. Frigging goofball. The playful mood helped settle my mind, and I felt myself relax into the seat, the tension flowing out of my body and out the window.

For a few moments, that's how things went. The road stretching out ahead of us and then disappearing into the blackness behind us, the music blasting out from the radio, and the soft roar of the engine in the background. I shot another look at the backlit clock, now it read five minutes of three. We should be at the highway in a minute. The thought released the last wisp of tension in my body,

and fumbled into the back seat for the bag, catching it with the tips of my fingers. I pulled my bottle of soda from it and holding the bottle to the steering wheel, crack the cap. I lifted it to my lips and took a swig, taking my eyes off the road for a split second to tilt my head back.

I looked back at the road and nearly spit it all onto the windshield. In the second I'd stopped looking, a figure had stepped onto the road. Fucking hell, I shouted. jamming my feet on the brake and clutch as hard as I could. The rear wheels of the car locked up, and the ear-piercing sound of squealing tires filled the cabin.

To my horror, the tail end of the car began sliding out. Oh hell, no, no, no, no, no, no. For a few seconds, the world around us became a blur of shapes and colors, and I feared at any moment we'd smash into a tree or begin rolling. Thankfully, the car finally came to a stop with a screech of protest from the suspension. We were facing back the way we'd come. I could tell from the black lines on the road, which had once been the rubber of my tires.

I gripped the steering wheel with almost a death grip. My heart, furiously pounding in my chest. My breaths came in short, ragged gasps. There was no movement in the car for a few seconds, before Craig reached forward and snapped the music off. Dude, what the fuck he shouted at me. His face looking as pale as mine must be. I didn't say a word to him. Instead, I pulled up on the handbrake, ripped off my seatbelt and

practically kicked the door open. Stepping out onto the pavement, I stepped to the front of the car on unsteady legs until I was squarely in between the headlight beams. I looked around, first at the road ahead, then at the forest on either side. There was nothing there. What the, I turned and looked behind me. Over the roof of the car, the red glow of the tail lights illuminated a few feet ahead, but beyond that, nothing but blackness. I turned again, looking out at the darkness beyond the branches. No movement disturbed the bushes and branches. And aside from the quiet hum of the car's engine, it was silent. I shook my head. Did, did I just imagine things? I shook it again. No, I know for a fact I didn't hallucinate, there was someone there.

The sound of the car door opening made me turn. Seeing Craig step out of the car leaving the door open, he immediately came over to me. You have exactly 20 seconds to explain to me what the hell just happened before I lose it, bro. He explained. For a second, I fought to find my voice. Then I answered, someone, dude, I'm not crazy. Someone stepped out on the woods and onto the road. It looked like a chick and I thought it was going to freaking hit her.

I realized I'd been holding in a breath and let it out, trying desperately to get myself to relax. Craig gave me a confused look. You serious, man? I nodded. He pulled the flashlight. He used to look at the map from his pocket and flicked it on, aiming it first at the tree line on one side of the road, then to the other.

After doing this a few times, he turned back to me. Well, whoever it was, they're not there anymore. His brow furrowed. But why would a chick be out here in the middle of nowhere, he muttered? more to himself than me. I still answered. I don't know, man, it's freaking Josephine County. For as many good people live out here, there's also a bunch of weirdos. I heard my friend let out a snort of laughter and reply, but something had caught my attention, a feeling which had slammed into me with all the weight of a Peterbilt. The feelings of eyes boring into the back

of my skull. I spun around, looking back towards the car and seeing nothing there, but the feeling remained, and I didn't like it one bit, especially when the feeling came again, this time from the direction I'd just been facing a moment ago. Realization dawned on me, and I felt a shiver shoot at my spine, along with the flicker of fear. Oh, shit, I whispered. Craig turns a look at me. What? He asked. Seeing the look on my face, he repeated. What? I looked up at him, speaking with a bit of a weak voice. Let's get back in the car right now. He didn't argue. Thankfully, he was already moving for the open passenger door, and I matched his pace as the feeling of being watched intensified, as if someone were rapidly approaching from the woods.

Oh, hell. I broke, first into a run, then a full sprint for the last 10 feet, tearing at the the door handle and practically launching myself into the driver's seat slamming the door closed behind me i jammed down on the doorlock seeing crag do the same he turned to me his face hidden in the dark but his voice giving a perfect mental image of it what the hell was that man the tone of it gave away the fact he'd felt even for the briefest of moments the same feeling of dread and fear i'd have you remember those videos of people driving on empty roads in the middle of the only to have someone step into the road and get them to stop, I asked. A sharp intake of breath came from the passenger seat before he answered. Finishing my thought, and then a bunch of people spring out of the woods trying to ambush them.

Oh, hell no. My thought's exactly. Time to friggin leave. I released the parking brake, pulling on my seatbelt, and jamming the car into first gear. The tires chirped as I hit the gas. In a moment later, we were accelerating away. as we did, the feeling of being watched rapidly fell away to nothing, and I allowed myself to let out a relief sigh. We drove in silence for another few minutes before I finally spoke again.

I think we're in the clear, man. Craig lit out a soft laugh. Thank fuck for that. I nodded, then reached for the soda, which had fallen, wedging itself by the parking break. Snatching it up by uncapped it and took another swig. The sea, still cool liquid feeling amazing going down my throat. Recapping and dropping it behind me into the back seat. I let out a laugh of my own. I don't mean to be a Debbie Downer, Greg, but I think after this I may take a bit of break from late night drives for a bit.

This just got under my skin too much. For a few moments longer, longer than I thought there was nothing, and then he answered. As much as that sucks, bro, I can understand. No problem at all. I thought I could detect a small tone of sadness in his voice, along with something else I couldn't place. But then I heard him sit up straight. Hey, Jake, he asked, a bit of a concerned tone now etched into it.

Yeah? I heard him draw another breath. Shouldn't we be on the highway by now? Or at least see the lights of passing cars? I hadn't been fully concentrating on anything except the next stretch of road in my headlights, but at his words, I jerked my head to look beyond them. What the actual hell. He was right.

The lights of cars and trucks flashing by on the freeway should be visible through the dark. I clearly remembered looking in my side-roved mirror as we turned onto the road from the highway, seeing the ever-present white and red clothes zipping by both ways at close to the same distance we were now. That wasn't the case anymore. All I could see in front of us was darkness. Darkness in the woods on either side of the road. For a moment, I lifted my foot off the accelerator, letting the car slow down a little bit as my brain word. He's got to be mistaken.

Hell, I've got to be mistaken. We just haven't gotten close enough to the highway yet. You know, you know these old roads, Derek. They often end up longer than they find. first look. Feeling somewhat relieved by the thought, I said it out loud to Craig. He nodded, but I could tell he wasn't completely convinced. And for that matter, as much as I repeated it mentally to myself, I couldn't completely convince myself either. It was as if seeing this woman's step in the road had shaken me more than I'd first thought. Pushing back down on the gas,

I shifted into fourth gear and watched the speedometer flirt with 55 miles an hour. For a few more, minutes, neither one of us saw anything as we drove in silence, and then Craig let out a cry. There, a light. For a moment, a surge of hope welled up inside me, and I craned over the steering wheel looking to see the highway. It was dashed as I saw it. It was only a streetlight, standing solitary guard on the side of the road like a sentry. Beneath it stood an old, worn sign, which seemed to have been shot at many times with both BB pellets and actual bullets. I slowed the car some as it came towards us so I could read it and felt a wave of confusion fall over me. Golden. Two miles. The fuck, Craig breathed out as he read the sign. It passed by

us, the street light momentarily bathing the interior of the car in light and showing the confused, worried look on his face. How the hell did we end up by Golden? Golden is a ghost town, one which attracts visitors every year to check out the standing buildings. It was a mining town which had a population of a few hundred people, but once the prospects dried up in the mid to early 20th century, it became the ghost town it is today. Its biggest claim to fame nowadays was being featured on ghost adventures a few years back. Craig repeated his question, but I wasn't able to answer him. My thoughts were racing inside my head. There's no freaking way. Golden is mildly. to the north of Placer. There are no roads connecting the two areas from what I saw on the map.

Not to mention, we've been driving in a straight line since leaving the gas station. I honestly don't know, man, I finally answered. My voice conveying how rattled I truly was. In the car's dark interior, I saw him put his head in his hands. I fumbled for my pack of cigarettes, pulling another out with slightly unsteady fingers and pushing in the cigarette lighter. A few moment later, the turnoff for the ghost's side. town flashed by on the right. I saw the dark hulking shape of the church's spire rising out of the dark for a moment. Then it was behind us. The lighter popped out and I pressed it to the smoke, lighting it and putting it back. I decided I need to try and calm the rising tension that was

filling the car's interior. Look, however, we ended up here, man. The fact is we can't be far from the highway. So let's just keep our wits about us. Keep calm. And when we get back over to my place, you, me and Vanessa can have a good laugh over this. Sound good? I heard my friend take a deep breath, then let it out with a hush. Okay, yeah, that sounds like a plan, he said. And he let out a soft laugh, and I felt him pat my shoulder. Thanks, Derek.

You're a seriously good friend. Glad I've got you. I nodded, then realized he may not be able to see it in the dark. No problem, man. and I said, I looked at the clock, 3 a.m. Only five minutes had passed since I'd looked at it, and yet it felt more like it'd been 30. Time seems different when you're stressed. For a few minutes there was only darkness, and then a light appeared in the distance.

Ha! There we go, I exclaimed. I waited to see the sign for the on-ramp appear, and felt a shiver shoot up my spine as the sign for golden flew by again. That's... What? Craig didn't say anything, but I felt him stiffen in the passenger seat, showing he'd seen it as well. As the street light and sign disappeared behind us,

a feeling began to creep up on me. Another shiver shot up my spine as I realized that it was the same feeling I'd had when we'd gotten out of the car. The feelings of eyes on me. My eyes shifted to the blur of the trees on either side, of the car, but I saw no one out there. The turnoff for the ghost town approached again. I heard Craig let out another deep breath, Derek, pull us over, please, he said simply. His voice was shaking, and as much as I didn't want to stop, I did as he asked, pulling over just before the turn

off. He ripped his seatbelt off, shoving the door open and stepping out. I watched him stride to the front of the car and stand there for a minute. He seemed to start shaking. a bit, and I realized just how much this was getting to him. I unbuckled my seapelt and reached for the door handle. When I glanced at the clock and froze, the clock was still showing 3 a.m. The hands hadn't moved at all. A feeling of shock washed over me like a wave as I tapped it with my fingers to see if it was merely stuck. But it refused to begin moving again. Okay, what the fuck is going on? I whispered to myself.

I reached into my pocket, fishing out my phone and turning on the screen. Like the clock, it too, showed the time as 3am. The feeling of being watched began to intensify, and I glanced at Craig, standing in the dark before looking down, beginning to type a text out to Vanessa.

Hey, baby girl, just wanted to let you know that Craig and I are okay, we're trying to get back to the highway, but I've gotten a bit turned around out here. Do me a favor, and if I don't text you again in 15 minutes, text me back, okay, I love you. I replaced the phone back in my pocket. I knew I should have been more honest, but I was beginning to feel a little freaked out by the weird situation. I didn't want to worry her any more than necessary as it would make me start to freak out worse.

pushing open the door, I got out and walked around, stopping near the front headlight. Dude, you all right? I asked him after a moment. He didn't answer, but happily he seemed to have stopped shaking. I repeated my question. When he didn't answer my second and third calls, I began to feel a new sensation creep up on me, a potent mixture of dread and fear. Craig, dude, you're creeping me the fuck out. Please say something. He finally turns to look at me, and in the semi-glow of the headlights I saw his face had gone a bit pale. He raised his finger and pointed, saying only one word. Look, my eyes followed where he had gestured, and I began to feel like someone had dumped

a bucket of ice water over my head. The cigarette dangling from my lips fell from my mouth to the ground, standing about 15 feet away. Just inside the tree line was. a figure. It was drenched in gloom, but with a gasp I realized it was the same woman who nearly caused me to wreck. Oh, fuck me sideways, man, I swallowed, finding my voice. We should, we should get back in the car, Craig. He nodded almost immediately. I think you might be right, he answered, his voice wavering, not taking our eyes off the figure. We slowly backed up until we reached our respective doors and climbed in. I didn't even bother putting on my seatbelt. I just jammed the gear shifter into the first and floored it. Dirt and gravel kicked up behind us and

the car shot forward onto the road. This time I didn't let up on the gas. I kept my foot hard down. The engine beginning to warroar as I shifted into third and fourth. The spedometer reached 60 as I shifted into fifth gear, the feeling of being watched intensifying with each passing second. I prayed that I would see something, anything ahead of us, an intersection, a house, a freaking out-of-use payphone for fuck's sake. And then my blood turned to ice as a light appeared ahead of us, the exact same one as before with the sign underneath. My eyes flickered to the clock and terror shot through me as I saw it was still frozen at the same time. This isn't good, bro. Craig said from the passenger seat,

I agreed with him, but didn't say it out loud. I kept my foot to the floor. The speedometer now hitting 80. The turnoff appeared again, and what I saw made me want to scream. The woman had gotten closer to the road, and she wasn't alone anymore. Behind her, I saw others, the outlines of other people, dozens, possibly more. They all stood facing the road, watching us fly by, and then they disappeared into the rear view mirror. Fuck, I breathed out as the lights and sign passed by once again.

This time the mass of people had gotten even closer to the road. The woman stood in front of them all, and for a split second, the headlights illuminated her. Another flash of ice shot through my veins as I saw the river of blood pouring down the front of her nightgown, one that looked to be decades old. What the hell do we do? Craig asked me. His voice steady, yet filled with fear. The same I felt.

I just shook my head. I don't know, man, was all I could. say. The street light began to appear again when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, causing me to nearly slam on the brakes in surprise. I fumbled in my pocket for it, seeing Craig look over at me. I texted Vanessa when we stopped, told her to reply in a few minutes, now I think I'm going to tell her to call the cops or something. He didn't reply, instead turning to look at the windshield at the approaching light, flickering my eyes from the phone to the road and back, I forced myself to not look at the turnoff as we zoomed past the lights.

I didn't want to see how close those ghosts, demons, whatever they are, had gotten to the road. I flipped my finger, pushing away the lock screen, and tapping on the messenger icon as the light began to appear once more. Vanessa's message automatically opened, and for a moment relief like I'd never felt surged through me at the small bit of normalcy I had in my grasp.

I froze. I didn't even look up at the road. I couldn't. My eyes were locked on a single sentence, reading and rereading it. A wave of confusion passed over me. Enough I spoke aloud. The fuck? Craig spoke up. What? What did you say? I didn't answer him. My mind was racing at a million miles an hour, trying to understand, but it was like I was hitting a mental wall. I tried to think of something else as another thought came to me. But again, the same block was coming to. me. As it did, a new wave of fear began to rise up in me, one for an entirely new reason, then the terrifying loop flying by outside. This pedometer now showed we were doing 90, and then Craig spoke, can I ask you a question, man? Ice filled every vein in my body, not at his question, but at his voice. It was different. Gone was the fear and tension he'd had, not even a minute ago. Now he just sounded flat. No, not flat. I couldn't tell what. I couldn't tell why, but the way his voice was, it almost made me feel like he was smiling. Another shiver cascaded up my spine as I finally forced myself to answer my mouth dry as cotton.

What? He answered as we began to fly under the street light. Are you scared? For whatever reason, the question made me turn to him just as the light whizzed over us. For a split second, the car's interior became illuminated again. My eyes locked with his. The lights flew by, the turnoff appeared again, and for a moment my eyes flicked up to see the woman was right next to the road. Bates completely in the headlights.

I finally caught a glimpse of her face, and then I was screaming. My fingers tearing at the door handle as the car swerved to the right. I saw a tree flying towards the windshield. I didn't think I just forced the door open and leapt out. the ground rapidly flew up to meet me. Darkness. I woke up in a hospital room, a bandage covering my head and one arm in a sling. My chest felt like it was on fire as well.

The first thing I saw was Vanessa, who, upon seeing me wake up, burst into tears and wrapped her arm around me. A few moments later, the doctor came in. He told me that I was a lucky man, apparently. I'd gotten away with only a gash in my head requiring staples. severely bruised ribs and a broken arm. Shocking for having dove out of a car at what appeared to be tremendous speed, he said, raising an eyebrow.

Then he told me the police wanted to speak to me. He showed them in, and two officers entered, asking me many questions. I told them exactly what had happened, well, except for two small details. Anyways, they appeared to take my account seriously and promised to look into it. We've had some reports similar to your... sir. One of them answered tentatively. Then they showed me how I'd been found, how a father and son who owned a gas station nearby had been out driving and had come across first my destroyed Honda, which had wrapped itself around a tree and then some, and then lying unconscious in the grassy ditch,

me. They didn't say who they'd been, but I had a fair idea who they'd been, at least the son anyways. That night was three months ago. I've been at home, resting and healing this entire time. It's given me plenty of time to think. Plenty of time to process. Everything. I try not to think about that night about many of it. I feel like I'll go inside if I do, especially after the police told me that they found nobody else at the scene of the wreck. Only the passenger door hanging open. But I've had to. After receiving an email from an unknown address, one claimed, to be the son, the kid I saw in the gas station that night, he told me things, things that his father told him he'd seen for years, that he didn't believe at all until that night,

when he looked out the door at my car, that's when he'd frankly called his father. As I type this out, I feel myself begin to violently shake, remembering the woman's face, indeed a ghost, as it flashed in the headlights. The look of horror plastered there as she practically waved at me to get my attention. The same look the others must have had, remembering turning to look at Craig as the light flickered over and seeing the smile on his face. A smile wider than any human beings could possibly be. Filled with shark-like teeth as black eyes stared hungrily at me. The same shark-like smile the kid told me he'd been flashed as,

I'd pulled away, but mostly I remember the single line of text Vanessa sent me what caused me to rack my brain, trying frantically to recall my friendship with the figure sitting opposite me and horror filling me as I realized I couldn't think of one single memory. What will keep me from ever taking late night drives again? the three words that will remain burned into my memory forever. Darling? Who's Craig? And all right, I'll give you a second to process that twist at the end. I really enjoyed that last story. It was, you know, interesting. I thought it was pretty good. Let me know what you think about these two stories I read down below. And if you'd like to see more Reddit stories and stories in

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