I decided to share this ridiculous-sounding story after submitting several personal experiences on this blog and receiving positive feedback. I feel confident now that I won’t be laughed at… thanks to the readers on here.
This happened to me in October 2008, right before Halloween. My daughter and I were driving to my mother’s house about 5 miles away from my subdivision for our usual Sunday dinner. We live in Campbell County, East Tennessee, so my parents live pretty far out in an isolated rural area. The road out there is 2-lane blacktop, very winding and curvy. I was late for dinner, so I was speeding a bit, but I knew the road very well, having lived there for so long.
I came zooming around a curve in the road and immediately had to swerve my car to avoid hitting… it? … sitting on the side of the road. I slowed down and got a good look at the back side of it. It was sitting with its back to the road, its legs stretched out in someone’s driveway, its butt actually on the road. A bad place to be lounging in a blind curve like that.
I looked at it, my daughter in the front passenger seat looked at it. It was on her side of the car so she could see it better and it obviously terrified her.
Now for what I saw… at first I assumed it was a Halloween decoration some moron had put in the road. It looked like a stuffed dummy, or scarecrow type thing, it was wearing all black, a black hat and a shabby looking black coat. I even saw long black hair, oddly shiny, I remember that clearly, really straight down the center of its back.
Its posture was odd, it was kind of slumped over and the back of its coat looked lumpy, like stuffed with leaves, which is one of the reasons I assumed it was a dummy.
I was still slowly passing it after having come to an almost complete stop to look at it, beginning to be indignant that someone thought it was a joke to put it in the road possibly causing an accident. But as I passed it, still staring at it…it turned and looked at me over its shoulder!! All I remember seeing for a split second before I hit the gas and got the heck away was glittering black eyes and a black, wrinkled, sunken-in face, reminding me of a rotten apple, for some reason.
My daughter turned to me, horrified, matching my own expression, I’m sure, and I drove away as fast as I could drive.
I told my mother and she laughed at me, even with my daughter backing up my story she didn’t believe me. I insisted on calling it a troll, for some reason that’s what my mind jumped to. I still think about every time I go by there, unfortunately. I would like to forget I ever saw it, but at least I’ve never seen it again!
Sent in by missmarina, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com