Humans have always been fascinated by the mysterious and the unexplained. Tales of strange incidents experienced by people have been passed down from generation to generation, from ancient folklore to modern urban legends. There are times when we come across real-life accounts that defy logical explanation, despite the fact that many people dismiss these stories as mere lies or hoaxes.
While we all enjoy hearing such tales, some of us actually end up becoming a part of these stories. Get ready to enter a world where the line between the real and the supernatural is vague and where the bizarre meets the real.
One such incident was described by a Reddit user who had a peculiar but fascinating experience. And I call this tale,
Rest stop Hell!
Lets begin by understanding rest stops ( specially for my non Western readers ), A rest stop is an area next to a highway where people can stop to rest in their cars, use the bathroom, sometimes they have a small shop to get food, gas etc. Well, it depends on how remote the area is and how far out you are from the city. However, we assure you that rest areas are always available, whether in this world or next :)
I was driving across country with my mom and sister. I was 16, my sister 20, my mom in her 50s. It was late, but we were well rested still and alert. We were driving along an interstate and needed gas and they needed to pee, so we stopped at the only rest stop in ~200 miles. There was a van full of teenagers on some road trip and a small grey compact car, like a honda accord or some shit, parked at the pump in front of us. Two men about 17-20 were standing outside the honda in hoodies, statue fucking still. The teenagers were to our left.
When we got there everything felt Wrong. There was a deep and unsettling feeling about the place and we'd not felt that way at any other rest stop. We'd been on the road for days and seen many rest stops at night and had never been afraid until then. My mom and sister went inside and I stayed in the car. I heard the teenagers say they were creeped out and couldn't get the pump to work and they left in a hurry. I was mostly watching the car in front and the two men who had still not moved at all. Not an inch. They weren't talking. They weren't on phones. There was no light anywhere but the dim overhead lights on the gas station awning. They were just fucking standing there, still as stone.
My sister and mom came running back out to the car and when they got in, the two men slowly turned to look at us while not moving or pivoting the rest of their bodies, and I swear to fucking shit, we all saw the same thing - they had eyes dark as pitch and empty. Truly empty. Not black, not reflecting any light at all, just a fucking void.
We. Booked. It. We have not traveled in excess of 100mph before or since, but fuck, that day it was warranted. We drove until we were in the next city before we got out of the car again. And you know the worst fucking thing about it? Not the eyes, not the stillness, not that horrible feeling, not the weirdo in the gas station who kept telling my mom and sister "my mama will like you" over and over while mopping the same spot on the floor with a dry mop and an empty bucket.
It was the fact that we couldn't find the place on any map. We knew exactly which spot on the interstate to look, and we couldn't fucking find it on Google maps or any paper map we had. We even asked locals about the creepy gas station out on that stretch of road to confused looks, and "are you sure you weren't traveling on [highway] and not [interstate]?" We'd traveled on that interstate since and there was. no. rest stop.
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