Continued... the world is a big place. We may think we all have it figured out, but sometimes something happens that makes you think twice. From time loops in the middle of the desert to towns that don’t exist on any map, sometimes things just can’t be explained.
This Seems Like A Deleted Scene From “Big Fish”
10 years ago, my friend and I were bored one night and were driving around. We were on a highway in NJ about 30 minutes from our houses and through the trees in the middle of nowhere we see this beautiful freshly paved cement pathway with lampposts every 100 feet just lighting this pathway up. It was beckoning to us…and so we found the nearest exit. We drove around for a while through the darkness until the road came to a dead end and the path began. We got out and started walking on this path through the trees and these beautiful wide open fields until eventually, it ends at a little small town after a couple of miles. At this point its like 2am and a small town like this nothing should be open except for this pizzeria….which is odd…so we go in. It is empty except for the older gentleman behind the counter. We order and start eating…then another older customer walks in.
The gentleman behind the counter and this customer do a double take at each other and then smile. Both of them run around the counter and embrace……”Mario!” “Stefano!” “What has it been 40 years?” “They talk the whole time about their childhood and growing up back in Italy. We think what are the chances we would be here..at this moment….seeing friends reunited after 40 years, just plain, odd. My friend and I, finish up and we head back down the brightly lit path and back to the car and call it a night. Ever since that night my friend and I tried to find that brightly lit path but to no avail. We haven’t seen it since from the highway or driving down that road. In the small town, the pizzeria is there, but it closes at 10pm, so no explanation why it would be open at 2am. Just plain odd and something we never could explain, experiencing an unlikely moment to watch friends be reunited after 40 years.
Got Some Real “Jonestown” Vibes
Near where I live there is a little town called Ridgeview Park.
My friend was talking to a new girl, and we were scoping out where she lived so he wouldn’t get lost on his upcoming date when we took a wrong turn.
After a slight decline, the road sharply rose until we crossed some train tracks and were met with a fence about 20 feet tall made from wood pillars about the size around of telephone poles. There was a gate that was open, so we drove in.
Once inside, there is a single loop that winds through the whole complex. Only wide enough for one car. One way in, one way out. In the middle sits a large dome/church. The houses that surround it are all square two-story homes painted brightly in strange colors. There is a drained community pool off to one side with grass growing in the basin. Lined up along the very back of the loop are 50-70 single car garage doors, all right next to each other. No house appears to have their own.
It was strangely quiet and as we drove passed the homes, residents would step outside and watch us. The loop isn’t too large, and we eventually made our way around and exited through the gate and some people walked closer watching us leave.
Haven’t seen anything else like it. Their website is password protected, and their Facebook page is private. The part you can see says it is a “summer community” that started out as a Methodist camp and still has religious services, and that they only sell homes to members of the family.
Such a creepy vibe to the whole place, and we try to drive through at least once a year (when the gate is open).
Nope. I’m Done. This Is Too Creepy
A friend had a recording studio in his parents house in Colrain, Ma. We were up late, having fun and recording, and for whatever reason, we took his 4 track to the barn to record ourselves singing. On the tape, there’s a take of the two of us singing, and then there’s a pop, we stop and start laughing all of a sudden, because in real life the single light bulb in the barn had suddenly burst and surprised us. Ha ha! We hauled everything back inside and went to listen to the takes and add more.
But it’s western Massachusetts and everything is haunted here. So, of course on a separate track we found a faint voice. New tape, unrecorded area. As we’re singing on track 2, a frantic voice is on track 3, quiet but clear enough. It yells “I GOT AWAY! I GOT AWAAAAAAY! I’LL SHOW YOU!!!” And as soon as it says “I’ll show you” that was when the light bulb burst and we start laughing.
18 years later is gives me chills to think about. That night we left all the lights on, it was too creepy. There were high tension lines nearby, it wasn’t unusual to pick up AM radio on the tape but… On an untouched track? And such a terrified voice coming from the local oldies station at 1 am?
You Can Checkout Any Time You Like, But You Can Never Leave
There’s this old abandoned hotel a couple hours away from me. It’s not like a modern hotel, but like an old Victorian house that was turned into a B&B. It’s totally boarded up, a big fence around it with barbed wire. Apparently, it’s pretty haunted.
In high school, me and some friends went to go check it out. It’s in the middle of this a circular road, not a roundabout but you can go around several times before feeding back onto the main road. It takes about ninety seconds to go around this circle. Anyway, the first time we drive through all the shades on the windows are drawn. We drive around again, only half of the shades are drawn. The next time we drive by all the shades are open. We drove around one last time and all the shades were drawn again. We freaked out and drove out of there.
Run For The Hills, Run For Your Life
Many years ago, my family and I moved from California to Nebraska. I was still a young kid, probably 5-6 years old. We were driving through Nevada and shortly after Las Vegas and we needed to stop and fuel up. We stopped at your typical old-school gas station that rings when you pull up to the pump. I don’t remember it that well but my dad told me it looked normal. He got out to stretch while my mom went inside to pay for gas. My mom said that when she walked in, the gas station had quite a few people inside(despite us being the only car there.) When she walked up to the counter to pay for gas, everyone turned to her and the lights went out. She ran outside where my dad witnessed everything and helped her into the car and we sped off down the interstate, not caring whether we ran out of gas or not. To this day, my mom says that’s one of her scariest encounters because she can’t explain nor figure out exactly what was going on. And yes, we found a better gas station down the road and made it to Nebraska.
Maybe It Was Pumpkin Hill?
When my brother and I were 10 and 12 respectively our family went on a hike through the cemetery and into the woods not far from our house.
My brothers and I would explore these woods every day. Even camped in them before. We knew it like the back of our hands.
Anyway, as the family hit our usual spot by the creek halfway through the hike my brother and I said we would be back in a few, we wanted to wander off further up creek. So we did.
We came across a very large hill we had never seen before. It was littered with what looked like all of someone’s worldly possessions. As if they turned a house upside down, shook out the contents, took the house and left. There were tons of painted X’s on the trees showing someone intended to cut them down at some point. We poked around for a few when we thought we heard our mom hollering at us. So we turned tail and walked maybe 20 feet back down the hill to where our parents were. The entire encounter was maybe 45 minutes long…. on our end.
As soon as our mom saw us, we got the scolding of a lifetime. We had actually been gone almost 4 hours. She never saw us walk up any hill and remembered seeing us meandering down the straight path by the creek, not turning up a hill that was 20 feet away. My mom, dad and our other brother combed the woods for over 4 hours screaming our names and couldn’t find hide nor tail of us.
We pleaded our case and even tried showing her the hill. Surely she was messing with us. So we stomped up to the turn off for the hill and….it was gone. Nowhere to be seen. For YEARS we explored the woods determined to find that hill. We covered miles and miles of off path woods. As we got older we mapped it out. To this day that hill does not exist. We never found it again. Never found the weird furniture, toys, clothes, and other household items that were scattered across the hill. And never met anyone in the area that had a clue about the hill.
We probably just wandered way further then we meant to but I always found it weird that we never found the hill again.
Turns Out Even Extraterrestrials Like Tacos
Was driving through Illinois to get to Chicago about a decade ago with a group of friends and we stopped at a taco place. The first thing we noticed was that the workers were acting very odd. Everything they said was monotone and rehearsed. After sitting in this fairly busy restaurant for a bit, we kind of all just looked at each other at the same time as we realized that none of the conversations happening around us made any sense. The people were speaking, and it was English, but the sentences weren’t logical. They were just saying words at each other. We didn’t say much about it until we got outside, at which point we all freaked out and confirmed each others’ experiences at once, and got out of there. We jokingly refer to that place as the “NPC Training Center” since the people didn’t seem to be real, or they were learning how to be human or something. Still freaks me out.
Spooky Ghost Store Is The Name Of My New Band
A music store seemed to just show up in my town. I’d lived here three years and never saw it. Went in, and the guy had one bass guitar in the store. Me, being a bassist, played it and fell in love. Bought it, and then the next week when I was in town, the store was totally empty and looked like it hasn’t been open in a long time.
Got a new bass out of it though, so I’m cool with it being a spooky ghost store.
Honestly, They Probably Just All Decided To Move To Canada
There is a town right near me in Pittsburgh, PA (Lincoln Way in Clairton, PA) where a whole street full of families disappeared overnight back in the 70s. Everything (bills, food, clothes, etc…) was left behind, no trace of them to this day. You can go on google maps and look it up, the houses are abandoned and almost closed off from the rest of the town.
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