The Road

We we're driving home from a party and I volunteered not to drink.

It's around 2, my friend asks me to pull over so he can vomit on the side of the road.

I told him I'm not stopping, we're fifteen minutes away, and I begged him to suppress his vomit. Instead of taking the direct route, which is longer, I turned into the back roads.

The back roads are occupied by dilapidated homes and rundown farms, perfect for someone looking to store bodies or shoot a low budget horror movie that somehow ends up on Netflix.

It's a series of roads running through a lifeless forest. Many drivers have died there, and the sides of the road are inhabited by crosses symbolizing the dead.

It's eerie, even at day. I'm reluctant traveling alone, but this time I'm with a friend, although he's drunk and useless at the moment, he provides me company as we venture through the unsettling landscape.

Five minutes go by and the road becomes gloomy. The ominous fog starts to obstruct the road and I can barely see. I decelerate as the road becomes dangerously unpredictable.

As It came to an end and the fog gradually faded, I sped up out of a turn and almost hit this person wandering the side of the road.

I stopped the car and yelled, "what the fuck are you doing?" The person kept walking, unfazed by their almost imminent death, they walked oddly. It creeped me out, and I only got a glimpse of their freakish hair from behind.

I drove off not thinking about the context of the situation until I got home.

That morning, I check the local news and see that a fatal accident happened near the destination I drove through. One person died, the only thing that startled me about the picture was the victims freakish hair.

Source: Quora