Where i live has a ton of these stories. I wanted one a little off-beam from the norm.
Date: 30 Mar 2012 13:36
Number of posts: 12
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I love how this goes out of its way to avoid giving us any useful information about the hitchhiker whatsoever. It's a refreshing difference from your average ghostly hitchhiker tale.
I live in Jersey, right in that magic little border area from the industry-laden northern parts, and the Pine Barrens to the south. There are a lot of creepy back-road areas with little to no traffic, most of which don't even have street lights, hell you're lucky if there's SIGNS at the intersections half the time. And yes, we have an inordinate number of stories around here.
I personally liked the one about the stretch of road about half a mile from my one friend's house where people claimed to occasionally see a group of people walking on the marsh. Not in, *on*. And of course it was the middle of night yet you could see them clear as day.
*clap clap clap*
I live way back in the boonies in West Virginia, and we have more than our fair share of odd tales…. This one reminded me of the road that you supposedly lose time on: You look at the clock, look back down a few seconds later and an hour has passed, even though you've never left the road, and don't seem to be closer to your destination. Nobody seems to remember the name of the road, either, and some people claim it disappears sometimes.
Anyways, awesome story. Very creepy!
It's such a basic thing, the scary road. I think there's something deep-down unsettling about roads, in a way. Nobody is ever on them more then they have to be, always on the way somewhere else, even if they have no real destination in mind. Just thinking of it like that makes road-ghosts rather logical. They're still wandering, still travelling…but they've forgotten where they started, and which way they're headed. Worse still, sometimes they may "wake up" to their state…and decide that maybe they don't want to wander the roads alone anymore…
Maybe, next time, take the road through town. A little slower, yes…but sometimes that shortcut can cost more then time…
Is this, by any chance, a reference to the murdered girl's ghost SCP?
I think the most unsettling thing here is the thought of why the trucker sped up so fast. He didn't seem under any kind of compulsion, so… it made me wonder what might happen if he didn't speed up.
Maybe just me. But either way, neat story. +1