Speaker 1: Welcome to Scary Story Podcast. Today's story is about a
Speaker 1: strange encounter out on the road. My name is Edwin,
Speaker 1: and here's a scary story. The man's glowing fluorescent vest
Speaker 1: got to my eyes as I was walking him toward
Speaker 1: the front gate of my house. Just as my husband
Speaker 1: pulled up. He shook his head, stepped out slowly as
Speaker 1: he always did, and walked up across a gravel covered driveway.
Speaker 1: He nodded at the man and then gave me a stare.
Speaker 1: I knew what he was about to say, but I
Speaker 1: didn't care, and a bit of few of you would
Speaker 1: agree with me. If I do a good deed and
Speaker 1: the beneficiary ends up wasting it or taking advantage of it,
Speaker 1: that's on them, right, not me. I would have already
Speaker 1: done my part, and that's what this man wanted. He
Speaker 1: was raising for a charity that donated wheelchairs at the
Speaker 1: end of the year, but they were short on their
Speaker 1: goals and were going door to door raising the funds
Speaker 1: before their deadline, their self imposed deadlines. My husband would
Speaker 1: probably say, but I didn't bother to explain much else.
Speaker 1: All I said was that he was there for charity.
Speaker 1: He told me the same things over again, that I
Speaker 1: was by myself, and that we didn't know who was
Speaker 1: stepping into the property. What if he tried to kill
Speaker 1: me or something. Of course, whenever he would find a
Speaker 1: news article of something happening to a woman who opened
Speaker 1: the door for a delivery person, or even just waiting
Speaker 1: at a red light without the locks on her doors,
Speaker 1: he would send them over. I understood him, I really did.
Speaker 1: But the guy had some serious trust issues. What happened
Speaker 1: to you when you were little? I would ask him.
Speaker 1: Although I think he was right about half the time
Speaker 1: on his fears. It's just that it wasn't only those
Speaker 1: things that I used to do that take them off.
Speaker 1: I just remember how hard it was to get something
Speaker 1: right with the guy. Do you still want to go
Speaker 1: to the store, he asked, waiting for my answer in silence.
Speaker 1: I shrugged, and then he said he was going to
Speaker 1: use the bathroom and be right out. So I yelled
Speaker 1: for him to get my purse. As I waited by
Speaker 1: the passenger side of the truck. I reached for that
Speaker 1: bag when you were at a red light, and he
Speaker 1: quickly shot me a glance. There was a woman standing
Speaker 1: at the median of the street right by the no
Speaker 1: U turn sign. I held back the urge to ask
Speaker 1: him what if she had kids, or to tell him
Speaker 1: that if we have the chance, we should help people.
Speaker 1: But I had enough for the day, so I stayed
Speaker 1: quiet all the way to the parking lot at the supermarket.
Speaker 1: We had a trip planned out towards the mountains for
Speaker 1: that weekend. Supposedly it would be the last of the
Speaker 1: fall trees over at Gatcombe Park, and everything was already reserved.
Speaker 1: There were a few things that we needed before heading
Speaker 1: out early the next day, and honestly, I just I
Speaker 1: wanted things to get better now so that the drive
Speaker 1: could be manageable. At least. Things hadn't been very good lately,
Speaker 1: and I just needed to catch a break. Thankfully, we
Speaker 1: were both thinking the same thing. We were able to
Speaker 1: talk about it briefly on the way back. I understood
Speaker 1: that he was just looking out for me, but he
Speaker 1: completely ignored how I was feeling about the whole thing.
Speaker 1: I felt alone, what about what I thought about the situations?
Speaker 1: When would it be okay to help? And honestly call
Speaker 1: it stubbornness or justice, but I wanted to prove him wrong,
Speaker 1: just not on that drive back to the house. I
Speaker 1: washed my face with a splash of cold water that
Speaker 1: quickly started feeling like ice. When I stepped out of
Speaker 1: the bathroom. It wasn't even four in the morning, and
Speaker 1: Kyle was out loading things into the truck. I could
Speaker 1: hear the door opening and closing as he stepped in
Speaker 1: and out. Good morning, he said, I thought a lot
Speaker 1: about yesterday, and I'm sorry. Let's figure something out, all right.
Speaker 1: I looked at him, glad that he had said that,
Speaker 1: even though I had no idea what he meant, but
Speaker 1: it was a start. The drive wouldn't be as awkward now.
Speaker 1: Plus I had already let it go. We were heading
Speaker 1: out of the city. The last street light was fading
Speaker 1: in the distance behind the truck, and there was nothing
Speaker 1: around us but rocks and bushes next to the two
Speaker 1: lane highway. Up ahead, about an hour or so, like
Speaker 1: a tunnel, stood the entrance of the woods that would
Speaker 1: later be followed by another few miles of nothing and
Speaker 1: then the climb up to the park. The more we
Speaker 1: drove out there, the weaker the radio signal got, until
Speaker 1: it served as just white noise to keep us from
Speaker 1: being complete silence. Kyle was fully awake. He was used
Speaker 1: to getting up this early most days, but I sure wasn't.
Speaker 1: After about twenty minut miutes or so, we started talking
Speaker 1: normally again, this time about where we were going to stay,
Speaker 1: and Robert and Martha, who were going to be joining
Speaker 1: us the following day along with their other two friends.
Speaker 1: It was supposed to be a time to relax. As
Speaker 1: we settled back into conversation, suddenly the fog began to
Speaker 1: roll in, thick fast. It crawled over the road like
Speaker 1: a ghostly blanket, dimming the truck's headlights. As we pushed
Speaker 1: further into the empty highway, the trees ahead, dark, scrawny
Speaker 1: swayed gently in the breeze. Strange chill crept over us
Speaker 1: in the truck. Kyle slowed down, his eyes scanning the
Speaker 1: dense mists. This FOG's insane, he muttered. I nodded, barely
Speaker 1: paying attention, still wrapped up in my thoughts from earlier.
Speaker 1: But that's when I saw her, out of nowhere, an
Speaker 1: old woman standing in the middle of the road. She
Speaker 1: was bent and frail. Her hair was a wild mass
Speaker 1: of gray, and she was barely clothed in what looked
Speaker 1: like a tattered house dress. Her skin was pale, almost
Speaker 1: bluish under the headlights, and her face was twisted in
Speaker 1: a very strange position. Kyle, I gasped. Before I could
Speaker 1: get another word out, he slammed on the brakes. The
Speaker 1: truck screeched to a halt, the tires grinding against the asphalt.
Speaker 1: We were both jerked forward in our seats. For a
Speaker 1: few seconds, there was nothing but the hum of the
Speaker 1: engine and the sound of my heart beat hammering in
Speaker 1: my ears. The woman stood frozen right in front of us,
Speaker 1: her eyes locked on ours through the windshield. Kyle's hands
Speaker 1: were gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles
Speaker 1: were white. What the heck, he whispered. I didn't say anything,
Speaker 1: just there back at the woman. She didn't move, she
Speaker 1: didn't flinch. It was as if she were waiting for something.
Speaker 1: We need to help her, I said, my voice shaky.
Speaker 1: But Kyle wasn't having it, no, no way, There's something
Speaker 1: wrong here. His tone was sharp. His earlier apology was
Speaker 1: forgotten in an instant. I didn't listen. I couldn't ignoring
Speaker 1: his protest, I unbuckled my seat belt and opened the door,
Speaker 1: stepping into the frigid air. My heart raised, but I
Speaker 1: had to see what was going on. Something about the woman,
Speaker 1: something beyond her appearance, felt wrong, but I kept walking
Speaker 1: toward her. Ma'am. I called, but she didn't respond. I
Speaker 1: was a few steps away when she suddenly moved, lifting
Speaker 1: her head slowly. Her eyes were wide and empty, as
Speaker 1: though she were staring right through me. I froze, my
Speaker 1: breath caught in my throat, and then she smiled. It
Speaker 1: wasn't warm or comforting. It was sinister, her lips curling
Speaker 1: in a way that sent a cold shiver down my spine,
Speaker 1: and without warning, she began to shuffle backward, her feet
Speaker 1: scraping the pavement as she moved into the fog, still
Speaker 1: watching me back in the truck, Kyle yelled, snapping me
Speaker 1: out of my daze. I turned to rush back to
Speaker 1: the truck, but when I looked back one last time,
Speaker 1: I just saw the shadow running out towards the fields,
Speaker 1: vanishing into the mist as if she had never been there.
Speaker 1: I slammed my door, shut, my hands trembling as Kyle
Speaker 1: hid the gas and we sped away, leaving the strange
Speaker 1: woman and whatever she was behind us. See We drove
Speaker 1: in silence for what felt like forever, neither of us
Speaker 1: daring to look back or speak. But I felt resentment,
Speaker 1: maybe at Kyle for not having my back when I
Speaker 1: needed him, the lack of support. Like my sister had
Speaker 1: told me, whenever I talked to her about her problems,
Speaker 1: he would then act like nothing was wrong and expected
Speaker 1: everything to go back to normal. But eventually Kyle broke
Speaker 1: the silence, his voice tight. That wasn't a normal person,
Speaker 1: was it. I shook my head, still trying to process
Speaker 1: what had just happened. Maybe she needed help. We drove
Speaker 1: in silence for a while, and when I think back
Speaker 1: on that morning, I don't know why I said it.
Speaker 1: What would an old lady be doing out so late,
Speaker 1: out there in the middle of nowhere. Kyle and I
Speaker 1: talked about it for a little bit, coming up with
Speaker 1: ideas and stories about it. He told me about thefts
Speaker 1: out in the road, he had heard about them before.
Speaker 1: He talked about the thing not being an old woman
Speaker 1: at all, but rather a thief or a killer. I
Speaker 1: entertained his stories for over an hour as we drove
Speaker 1: farther out toward the tunnel of Trees through the woods.
Speaker 1: But just as we were about to head inside there
Speaker 1: it was an odd white shape in the middle of
Speaker 1: the road up ahead. Kyle let go of the gas
Speaker 1: and let the truck cruise as it became clear it
Speaker 1: was a bent, frail woman in the middle of the road.
Speaker 1: Kyle was gripping the steering wheel tightly in his hands.
Speaker 1: When I looked at him, I could see sweat beating
Speaker 1: up on his forehead. His eyes were open wide, staring
Speaker 1: straight ahead. I realized that all this time I hadn't
Speaker 1: considered how afraid he was, and it said, chose to
Speaker 1: make fun of him for it when I brought up
Speaker 1: the thing about his childhood felt terrible. But at this
Speaker 1: time we were heading closer to the woman's face, the
Speaker 1: same one from before, with the darkness in the eyes.
Speaker 1: As we slowed down even more, just a short distance
Speaker 1: away from her, step on it, I yelled. Kyle stepped
Speaker 1: on the gas without hesitation as the thing's face approached
Speaker 1: the windshield and zoomed past us in a flash. We
Speaker 1: drove into the tunnel of trees and into the woods
Speaker 1: in silence. Neither of us said a word until we
Speaker 1: were deep in the darkness of the forest. She wasn't
Speaker 1: real huh, he asked, Impossible, I said, with a smurf,
Speaker 1: and so we drove through the darkness, just the two
Speaker 1: of us, with the purple guy slowly peeking its way
Speaker 1: through the gaps between the leaves, and up ahead. Not
Speaker 1: too far was the way out. We were almost there.
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