My friend Ilene and I were standing in the middle of the driveway trying to decide where to go that evening, and at the moment stumped! The common- where do you want to go; I don't know where you want to goes- were floating around too damn long. Seeing as it was the week before Halloween I felt the seasonal cheer and excitement but was reluctant to mention my desire to drive down a, supposedly, “haunted” road. It was a long story about a young woman who was driving down the road in the 1970’s when she picked up a poor old guy walking in the rain- unknown to her- he was walking away from the scene of a horrible murder. He’d had enough of a knit- picking, grumpy wife and the poor fellow was at his wits end. Apparently, he just snapped; not the way you would wish for a person to snap mind you but, a snap just the same. Often younger people’s hearts seems to pour out and drip from there every word and emotion- must be hormones- I don't know. Either way we girls sort of felt badly for the man; We were talking about that 1970's evening drive and the young woman ( Nancy Finley ) who had picked up the old man.
“Poor Nancy Finley,” Ilene said as were talking, “I feel bad for her too. She was so young and had just gotten married.” I was told this story by a friend’s big brother who knew someone who knew her. Keep in mind this was the middle of the 1980's, which means she could have been right on, seeing as the road was in the area, and I did believe the story. “Nancy’s fiancé never got married,” Ilene had told me, “He hit the bottle and then hit the road doing 90 miles per hour. His tires skidded on the wet, rainy road and he drove his car right into a tree.” He pretty much did himself in. He was depressed from mourning over his lost love. The thing is… it was on the same exact road we were on; the same road Nancy Finley died on as well. We drove on and on, not the entire seven miles of road that stretched before us, far enough to see if we could spot anything. See the story goes, if you’re driving down the road after dark you may see an old 1970s Volkswagen with a woman driver, coming straight for you! An old man is usually seen sitting in the passenger seat beside her as he was the night he flipped out, grabbed her steering wheel and pulled it towards him, causing the car to swerve all over the road, until it hit another car head on! It was a true story back when, but as for the haunting, who knew! We drove down about 4 miles and talked about eye liner which we had to burn with a lighter just to make work, when it was heated its color was much brighter, anyway, just as we laughed at each other a car looked like it was coming right at us on the same side of the road . Ilene, who was driving, swerved. Thank God no one was behind us and nothing was beside us. We looked at each other and when the car stopped we each looked behind us, yes whatever you assume at this moment is what happened. The VW, a ghostly looking car, that we were, and were not, inwardly wishing to see, was sitting behind us. It was freezing in the car we both felt it. We sat beside each other, shivering from the cold, our hearts racing. The car drove off though nearly giving each of us a heart attack. We were freaked out and I heard myself scream as I watched the car speed around us disappearing into the darkness. “Let’s get out of here!” I said to my friend. Ilene nodded as she hit the gas and the car sped away down the deserted road. It took us a few minutes to calm ourselves down and regain our senses. “Hey, you’re going a bit fast.” I stammered as I looked to Ilene. “Maybe you should slow down a bit. We don’t want to be the next urban legend on this road.” Ilene laughed some, a bit nervously, but she agreed with me and slowed the car to a safer speed. We felt the car seemed much warmer now, more comfortable, making it easier for us to breathe again. Maybe the coldness we felt was death, or the rage of an angry spirit who had died far too young. We don’t really know for sure but it just seems so to us. Either way, we knew that something strange had happened to us that night, and we would never go down that road again.
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