On a bitter cold winter day, while the sky was completely overcast and snow was falling, the clouds suddenly became very dark. Almost as if the hour of midnight had arrived. Then, there appeared a large area of bright light that lit up a sharply defined section of the clouds. Although it seemed to be coming from above the clouds it was not in the right area for the sun to have caused it and there was a very strange quality about it. Especially when it began to ripple and pulse.
He watched this for several minutes while feeling a tingling energy creeping up and down his spine. He didn’t know why but he was suddenly moved to quietly say, “Ok, I know you’re there.” As soon as he said those words the light pulsed brightly twice and disappeared.
It’s a state road and it connects with two very busy, heavily used north/south highways. If a traveler needs a shortcut from one of those routes to the other this road would definitely be the one to use. Yet it is mostly bypassed. Perhaps avoided would be more accurate. So much so that weeds actually grow in the various cracks and potholes that dot the pavement.
Why is this? Well, the road crosses some of the most forlorn, inhospitable landscape imaginable. Just a glance at what’s along the roadside is enough to give anyone the creeps. It looks like miles and miles of land that even the devil would shun. Yet it seems unlikely that the dismalness of the area would alone be enough to deter the travelers of today who have in mind only to get where they are going as quickly as possible.
No, the problem with this road is something out of the ordinary. Something mostly unseen but certainly felt exists not so very far from the western terminus of this road. I do not know what lurks there but I have felt its effects on more than one occasion. It gives one a definite sense of being threatened by impending evil and ultimate doom. A bone chilling, soul deep foreboding that all is not well.
There are times when the air seems to thicken and the sunlight dims, as if some dreadful presence is hovering overhead and blocking the light. Occasionally that presence can even be felt, as if a barrier is pushing against the car or even the driver’s physical body.
After making several trips through that zone and experiencing the utter terror that tries to possess the traveler it becomes very clear why this route is, and should continue to be, avoided. The final time I drove on that road was so horrible and unsettling that I considered myself most fortunate to have escaped whatever is there.
I will not go that way again. Nor will I divulge the location of the place, for to do so might encourage someone to foolishly go there to see what it’s like. Take my word for it…you do not want that experience.
The neighbor across the street. Most of the people on the block didn’t seem to like him. They went out of their way to avoid talking to him. I was probably the only one in the neighborhood who was pleasant to him. He was really quite knowledgeable and interesting. He talked a lot and I was a good listener.
Even his wife didn’t like him. She once told me all he did was talk. She said he even talked in his sleep. She claimed she had turned to alcohol in her effort to try and drown out his constant jabbering. The only thing that had accomplished was make her an alcoholic. She said she was going to leave him and live by herself in the beach house on the peninsula.
One day he knocked on my door and asked me to come over and see his new car. “State of the art,” he said. I went over to take a look.
He thumped the hood to point out how solid it was built. About that time the horn honked and the front bumper fell off with a loud clatter. He went around and looked, saying they must have forgotten to screw it on tight.
He told me he was going to start the engine so I could experience how quietly it ran. He got in and slammed the door. The horn honked again, all of the doors locked, and all of the airbags suddenly inflated. He slumped over and appeared to lose consciousness.
I quickly tried all of the doors but none would open. I turned toward his house to call to his wife when she burst out of the front door. She ran to the car and as she got close her husband turned his head toward her. His nose was bleeding and both of his eyes were already turning black. She let out a wail and when she she touched the car there was a loud click and the doors unlocked.
She got the driver’s side open and helped him out of the car. She put her arm around him and helped him to the house, all the while crying and telling him she would take care of him and everything would be alright.
And so, that’s how a poorly built “state of the art” car (probably assembled on a Friday) saved a marriage.
It was close to sunset when Nan and I began our drive up the mountain. Part of the way up we pulled into a scenic turnout and and got out of the car to watch the sunset. The view was incredible.
As we enjoyed the beauty, I suddenly felt something strange nearby and I turned around to face the east. I couldn’t see anything but I could feel a presence approaching us. I felt very uncomfortable with this and anxious to be somewhere else. I turned to Nan and told her I thought we needed to get away from there. One look at her face told me she was feeling apprehensive too.
As fast as we could we got in the car, turned around, and headed back down the mountain. The sunlight suddenly failed completely and darkness descended on us like a snap of the fingers.
Whatever was out there was very close by. We could both feel it. I had to really fight to keep from giving in to panic as I drove down the twisting mountain road.
The presence stayed with us all the way down the mountain and into the outskirts of a small town, where we finally felt it suddenly depart. Nan, who had said nothing since we had jumped into the car and literally fled, looked at me and asked what that was. I told her I did not have any idea but I was certainly glad it was gone. Since we both were completely unnerved and exhausted from the experience we decided to drive some distance away from the area and find a room for the night.
What was it that chased us that night? Even after many years I still do not know. We have since been back to that same mountain and driven up that same road with no problems. We did make certain not to stop at that same turnout though.