Scary stories I wrote

The Road That Never Ends

Late one night, Matt was driving home through the backroads of a small town he had never heard of before. The GPS on his phone blinked out after he made a wrong turn, but he wasn't too worried. He figured he could find his way back to the main highway eventually. The road he was on was empty, winding through dense trees on either side, illuminated only by his headlights.

As the minutes ticked by, the road seemed to stretch longer than it should have. Every curve looked the same, every shadow in the trees identical to the last. His phone still had no signal, and the time on the dashboard clock hadn't moved at all.

Matt felt a gnawing sense of unease creep in. He was sure he had been driving for over an hour, but the town he had passed earlier never reappeared in his rearview mirror. He turned down another road, hoping for some sign of life, but it was just more of the same: dark woods, a narrow stretch of asphalt, and silence.

After what felt like hours of aimless driving, he saw headlights in the distance. Relieved, Matt sped up, thinking he'd finally see another person. But as he drew closer, he realized something was wrong. The car heading toward him was his car, identical in every way-same make, model, even the same license plate.

Terrified, he slammed on the brakes, but the other car sped past him, vanishing into the night. His heart pounded in his chest as he sat frozen behind the wheel. There was no mistaking it; it was like staring into a mirror of his own fate.

He tried to turn around, but no matter which way he went, the road was always the same. Every turn looped him back to the same spot. Hours passed, maybe days-it was impossible to tell. The sun never rose, the clock never ticked, and the road never ended.

Matt stopped his car eventually, deciding to walk into the woods for help, but even there, the trees stretched endlessly, twisting into gnarled shapes that seemed to follow him. And when he turned back to his car, it wasn't there anymore-just more road.

No one ever heard from Matt again. Some say if you drive too late on certain backroads, you might end up like him-lost on a never-ending road, where time stands still, and the only thing that waits for you is your own shadow driving by.

(A/N): I almost died by a person who wanted to be stupid, driving up on the sidewalk after school.

Word count not including this: 437