The Creeps! || Book of Spooky Stories (COMPLETED ✔️)

57 ~ The Tailgater

(ORIGINAL FROM THE CREEPYPASTA APP)
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Day before Christmas Eve 2011

My family and I live in the city, but my grandparents live out in the country. I love the country, it's more peaceful than the city.

Every year, my parents, my two sisters and I would drive out to our grandparents the day before Christmas Eve and spend three nights at there big house. The drive would be long, almost four to five hours.

This year was different. My second oldest sister got her license and she wanted to drive. My dad was somewhat against it, but decided to allow her to drive. I think it was a big mistake.

My sister Audrey got lost trying to get out of the city. She tried to follow the GPS we had on our Honda Odyssey's dashboard, but she really couldn't understand where to go. My oldest sister Samantha had her headphones plugged in, my mom was being a worrywart, and dad was about to blow a fuse.

Finally, we got onto the right road and headed out of the city, but we were an hour late already.

I gazed out on the snowy landscape. We drove on the highway smoothly and Audrey was getting the hang of it.

Two hours later, we stopped for gas and a bathroom break. The gas attendant asked where we were heading. My dad said we were going out to Martinsburg. "I'm afraid you can't use 1-85 once you pass the state line. There was a bad flood out there recently and it wiped out much of the concrete," the attendant said.

"We'll take Forest Road, it'll connect us to where we are going," my dad said, but the attendant shook his head.

"Don't go down that road. It'll be very scary for your kids," he replied and dad looks at him in confusion.

"Why would it be scary?" I asked.

"It's haunted by a tailgater," the attendant answered and explains, "Mr. Tom Lisiewicz was an impatient driver. He liked to go faster, but whenever he get behind someone who was slow, he get on their tail and honk his horn until he went around them. Forest Road is not the best place to do that as it is curvy and you can't see around the curves.

"Well, around Christmas in 1979, Mr. Lisiewicz was travelling on Forest Road and was behind a slow driver. It was snowing and the slow driver was going at safe speed, but Lisiewicz was impatient and went around the driver. As he sped off, he hit a patch of black ice and spun out. His truck flipped over and crashed into some trees. He died upon impact.

"To this day, especially around Christmas, many people said they encountered a tailgater on Forest Road. Whenever someone tried to catch up with him, the car simply vanished when they went around a curve," the attendant finished his story.

I was shaken by the story, but my two sisters thought nothing of it. "There's no such thing as ghosts," Samantha said and Audrey nodded.

The attendant then says, "If you do go down that road, watch out for a red 1972 Chevrolet C/10 Cheyenne pick-up truck. If he speeds up, get over to the side as safely as possible."

We went back to the van. "Can I drive, again?" Audrey asked.

"No, you better let me drive. It will start snowing and you have not had much experience with snow," Dad replied and gets into the drivers seat.

I sit in the very back. Audrey and Samantha had their headphones on while sitting in the middle seat. My mom sat in the passenger's seat up front.

We drove for a bit until we came to a fork in the road. Forest Road was to our right and dad turned there. I wasn't sure if I should be afraid.