27 September 2017 | Your True Encounters
My husband and I had an experience and creepily enough, it was in Massachusetts. I don’t even remember which road it was on, but I can tell you it was on a highway. It wasn’t a well-lit major highway though, it was two lanes in each direction with basically no streetlamps, except for one maybe every quarter mile or so.
My husband and I had to drive from New Jersey to Rhode Island to do a dog rescue. We had picked up the dog and were on our way back home when we saw him.
There we were, cruising home down this creepy, dark highway. It was doing that misty half-rain, half fog thing that makes it even creepier than it is. There was snow on the ground, which is the only thing that made visibility not as bad as it could have been. My husband started to slow down and I asked him what was wrong, and he pointed with his chin at a man in what looked like blue jeans and a white t-shirt. No jacket! It was 35 degrees out! He said “I’m slowing down because I’m leery that this guy might slip and stumble out into the lane or you never know, he’s out here dressed like it’s 80 degrees out, he might decide to leap in front of us.” When we looked again, the guy was GONE. There were no trees he could have gone into, there were just fields along that stretch of road. And with the snow it was easy to see the fields. There was a tree line but it was at least 300 yards back, there is no way he made it to that tree line in six seconds or less. He was NOWHERE.
It was 3 plus hours back home to Jersey from there and we were creeped out every inch of the way. I was petrified I was going to turn around and see him in the back of our van with the dog crate or something. I was never so glad to get home and get out of the car.
Submitted by Ghyllie originally to Reddit
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