There we sat, in Michael's car. Just slowly driving down the road. We turned down the road to the Crabill house, trying to get to Croft Road, which was the main road, and the second we turned, there was a man, standing there looking straight into four of our souls, which seemed to melt into one as soon as we saw him. He started walking up towards the window, and Michael was going to take off, until I pointed out that he was a normal, elderly man, who's car had broken down on the side of the road. The only strange thing was the fact that his car, which sat there looking perfect, and shiny, and honestly, new, was a 57' Chevrolet Bel Air. I said "Maybe he is lost." In a high pitched voice, because of how frightened I was. He got up to the window, and asked Michael, "Do you happen to know how to get to the McCreary Homestead?" I was in shock, because I had done some research on it, and the Crabill Homestead, back in the 1950s was owned by Harold McCreary, who built the house in 1951, then died in 1955, and his daughter, Meryl Crabill later inherited in 1958. I quickly asked the man, "Don't you mean the Crabill Homestead, sir?" He angrily responded with "No, I mean the McCreary Homestead, boy. What is your name?" I started thinking, and thought the man had gone senile. I very quietly whispered to Michael, "Drive away, now." Michael took off. We were going at least 45 miles an hour. The acceleration threw Kyle and Tyler back. When we were gone, I looked back and saw that the man, and his car was gone. I was sitting there thinking for an unknown amount of time about it. I zoned out, thinking of nothing but the incident that just happened. Then Michael got my attention. "Anthony, you awake over there?" I replied telling him I was awake. I slowly started realizing what had just happened. We were sitting there, still, on the porch of the Crabill Homestead. "What?" I asked myself, not meaning for anyone to hear it, but they did, and all three of my friends were looking at me, as if I had just seen a ghost. We left, all of us silent, then got in the car, and left. Going down the same road, we saw a man, just like last time, and I quickly said "Michael, keep driving. Do not stop." He sarcastically replied with "Why not? He seems like a great guy, out in the middle of the woods at midnight." We drove by him, not able to see his face, because of his hood. I noticed his vehicle was not a 57 Chevy, like in that dream, or whatever it was that I had, but instead it was a Red Chevrolet Blazer, probably from mid 90s.
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Between Heaven and Hell: Purgatory
Mystery / ThrillerA group of curious teens go on a roadtrip, that becomes very strange when they start seeing the same things everywhere. The four boys notice that nobody seems to notice them, and end up finding out why, which terrifies them, and ends up ruining thei...
