I hope it’s okay that I started this thread, if not, please let me know and I’ll be happy to take it down.
I had a late night scare recently, and since it’s funny now, I thought I’d see who can relate and share similar stories.
It was recently my friend Tanya’s birthday, so she came into town (she lives in Oregon now, I’m in Washington) to celebrate out at her parents’ place. Her parents live waaaaay the hell out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by sage brush and sheep. It takes almost a half an hour of driving out of town into the surrounding country side to get to this house. They’re agricultural people, and have been for several generations.
I got out there in good time, crept in my ‘94 Saturn along the mile and a half unpaved driveway, finally got there, and was welcomed with smoked sausage and a margarita! Life was looking gooood! I said high to everyone, and with the arrival of Angie, we got down to having a good time. I had a few drinks, but cut those off at about 6 pm since I was going to be driving home.
We sat out on the patio for hours, telling freaky stories in the dark, and creeping each other out. It was a blast. I ended up leaving at around 1 am, and everyone was drifting off to their beds as I left. My car shuddered REALLY hard as I left, but I chocked it up to bouncing backwards over a large rock, since they apparently breed when left to their own devices.
The whole drive my car was listing and shuddering, but the driveway is so rough that it was hard to tell what was my car and what was the drive. I finally stopped about a half mile away, and discovered that yes, I had a smurfin’ flat.
At one am.
In the middle of NO WHERE.
There are no street lights. Hell, there’s no street! I tried the Fix a Flat, but that did nothing since I’m sure I obliterated the tire by driving on it. So I dug out my spare and my jack, pulling half of my junk-laden trunk in the process. (Seriously. I have a freakin’ KITE in my trunk.) I get the car all jacked up and realize… I had forgotten the loosen the lug nuts first! I said a lot of bad words whilst kneeling in the shale, IN A SKIRT, trying to get this done.
It took me an hour. The whole time I was hearing things, skittering in the underbrush. At one point I swear I heard something breathing behind me! And my damn iPod picked this point to play heavily from the Silent Hill Soundtrack. I have discovered that in situations like this it is very very easy to believe in vampires. All I could think about where the previews from 30 Days of Night and freaking the smurfin out of myself.
Then driving home I got lost for 20 minutes. It was an epic night.
Share your similar stories of real life terror, whether it was mostly in your mind or not!
