Terrifying Tales

Passing by the Graveyard

Today had been a long day, and by the time I finally left my friend's house, it ended up being 2 am.

I had never minded driving home alone at night, it was peaceful and calming, and this wasn't the first time I was doing it. Today, I was tired, my back hurt, and my eyes were heavy. All I wanted was to be in bed as soon as possible.

It was winters too, a nice chill in the air, making me shiver as I got into my car and blasted the heat on high.

So I decided to take the shortest route home. The road cut right by a graveyard, but it also divided my travel time in half. For the 8 long years I had lived in my house, no one ever took the Graveyard route. I had never asked why.

Thick fog made it impossible to see, so I kept my car at a low pace. The graveyard road finally arrived, and I squinted, struggling to see two feet ahead.

It looked pretty quiet and deserted, not a single car drove by me while I passed.

Then, suddenly, a flicker of movement in the middle of the road. I slowed down a little, thinking it was a car about to pass me by, but it didn't come. I frowned, and shook my head. Was I seeing things?

Another flicker of movement and I realised I was not. There was definitely something there.

My blood turned to ice as I finally saw it. A tall silhouette stood in the middle of the road, walking towards me. Instantly, I took my eyes off it and pressed the accelerator. As my car passed by it, I saw it from the corner of my eye.

A 6 foot being, not a man, not a woman, wearing all white, wandering in the middle of a road, at 2am on a cold night, in thick fog, right by a cemetery.

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Source: This is actually a real story my friend told me about. It happened to her father quite a few years ago. Terrifies me just thinking about it!