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we are still in the “dead zone” when we notice an obstruction in the road

February 18, 2012

Alright. So In the summer of 2010, My best friend and I went on a trip to the US for a concert. We ran into some male friends, one needed to come back to canada for school and his buddies weren’t up for leaving early. Anyway. The three of us were driving up into Canada coming from BC into Alberta, through Calgary and then home. I was driving, my friends awake in the passenger seats (we were driving a huge truck). About one thirty in the morning our gps took us on a “shortcut” side road about two hours outside of Calgary. This area was quite beautiful, a huge stretch of pasture with large hills on either side. The night was nice, no clouds with a bright moon. So we’re driving along when we suddenly hit a no cell-service area. No reception, our satalite cutting in and out. We continue driving down this road with no other traffic, and no turn offs. Suddenly we come to a small bridge, in front of which there is a car parked, apparently with the occupants pulled to the side for a rest. Thinking nothing more than that we continue to drive closer until we realize that this vehicle has no licence plate, and all the windows except the front are tapped off with garbage bags. Thinking now that THIS is strange, we don’t slow down and continue on our way. As soon as we pass this vehicle its lights turn on, and it pulls out behind us. Now this is where it gets strange, this car starts following us down the road keeping pace, all the while we can’t see into the vehicle yet this driver is doing an awesome job of keeping up, dispite the fact that I am accelerating more and more. After about ten minutes of this we are still in the “dead zone” when we notice an obstruction in the road. It has the shape and overall size, as well as looks like a human body laying across the road. All three of us are exceptionally freaked out as at that moment, we all get hit with the same feeling- do NOT stop, for ANYTHING. While we are coming up on this object, this car starts to slow down, and we, in the truck are looking for weapons of any kind as in case something happens, there’s no way we’re letting whoever is in that car anywhere close to us. Again, we were driving a huge truck, and we had no room to swerve around this object without driving into and hitting the ditch. Our only option was to try to drive overtop and hope for the best. It wasn’t until we were almost right overtop of this “human figure” that we realized that it was some sort of a dummy/scarecrow, place in the middle of the road. There also seemed, (according to my companions) to be poky, shiney pieces of metal sticking out of this “scarecrow”. Officially tripping balls, I do my best to drive overtop without hitting it, and, lucky for us, succeed. Our huge truck had a wheel base large enough to avoid hitting this “scarecrow” and as soon as i realize this, I punch it. This vehicle, small enough to swerve around this thing tries to keep up for a while and it seemed until he realized we were not slowing down. Eventually he stops, and turns his vehicle around and heads back in the direction he came from. It was a full half hour before we got cell service, and that night we drove right home without a stop. Around this time there were people in the area who were missing after having gone on a “road trip” one of whose vehicle was found on an abandoned road, with blown-out tires- their bodies I believe were never found. This, is the spookiest moment of my life, and I am sure that there is a serial killer south of calgary. Somewhere.

– Posted by mOBSCENEeMILY ; Reddit

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