It was about 1995 and I had just got hired as a Snow plow trucker working the night shift. The second night I had picked up a shift after some other prick decided to call off. It wasn't a location I was familiar with but I needed the money. It was snowing bad out that night and I accidentally lost control of the plow after hitting some ice and ended up in a ditch. I was pissed, being in the middle of nowhere, in the freezing cold with no way of contacting anyone sucked. I had no choice but to go up to the nearest house and ask if they had a landline to call for help.
I didn't realise it was so cold when I was in the warmth of my truck. As I stepped out I realised It was freezing to the bone and as dark as night. There were at least 2 feet of snow on the ground. Being this cold I knew I needed to hurry if I didn’t want to freeze to death. I made it to the end of the road where two houses sat, luckily for me they both had their lights on.
As I made my way up the porch I began noticing how eerie the first one appeared but I decided to try it anyways. With each step the floorboards creaked as if they would give out under the pressure. The house was screaming for me to get off it’s precious floors. Before I knew it I was in front of a large padlocked door. I know, I know that was an obviously red flag but I knocked anyways.
I knocked and knocked but no one would answer. It was clear someone in was there though because I could see them peeking at me through the window. As I stood there shivering on the porch I began to become very frustrated. I tried to explain that my plow got stuck and that I just needed to use the phone, but still no one came. I decided to give up and try the house nearby. As I was leaving I noticed something strange. There were no cars in the driveway and we were miles from the nearest city. I couldn’t imagine someone would walk all the way out here in this weather.
As I made my way up the road to the next house I realized there was not a site of any life. I didn’t see one car drive by, and I’ve been walking for nearly an hour. Being dead winter at 10 pm I guess not seeing any cars was pretty understandable, what really freaked me out was that It was dead quiet. I haven't heard an animal since I stepped out of the cab. At this point I was just ready to get the fuck out of this place.
I made my way to the following house and to my surprise it was fairly nice and that honestly made me feel a little better. I knocked once and the door swung open. I peered in and saw an old, tall man. He was wearing a suit and a top hat that must have been nice at one point, but now was now dirty featured torn edges and whos color had faded as though the man hadn't changed in a number of years.
I explained right away that my plow had broken down and I needed to call for help. He seem reluctant to let me in but then settled with letting me use the phone on the porch. He hurried to the phone and lunged it at me as if he couldn’t get rid of me quick enough. I dialed the number and waited as it rang.
I was terribly relieved to finally be able to call out for help. “ Thanks for letting me use the landline. It’s been a rough night, and I don’t know what I would have done without your help.” He mumbled in response so I asked him if he could repeat himself. He quickly explained “ you’re welcome, you’re welcome now could you please hurry up.” “Certainly, I just wanted to show my gratitude. The people at the house next door wouldn't even acknowledge me. ”
The color drained from his face. “What do you mean the people next door?” I thought surely he knew of his neighbors. I went on to explain to him that I had knocked trying to get some help but nobody came to the door. I know they were there because I saw them peeking through the windows. He squinted a little bit almost as if he was confused. “You need to give the phone back and leave.” As he said this I realized the phone had went silent. “Wait I still haven’t called for help.” He looked at me like I was loony “Nobody has lived in that house for years.” I just assumed he was messing with me but the seriousness in his eyes made me weary. He told me he would call for help and that I should go back to my truck and lock the doors.
As I was making my way to my truck I couldn’t help but feel like somebody was watching me. I’ve been so stressed that I didn't realize how tired I was. I checked my watch, 12:00 a.m. How has two hours Already?
I made my way passed the first house taking the same trail as I did on the way so I didn’t get lost. “Shit.” Almost tripping I looked down a noticed a second set of footprints that seemed to have followed me to the old man's house. The footprints were not in the shape of a shoe but in the shape of bare feet.
I don’t think I have ever been that scared in my life! At this point my fat ass was running as fast as I could. I finally reached the cab and I jumped in. I locked the doors and peered out hoping not to see anyone following me.
I am a pretty big guy and I usually don't scare easy. I was so terrified by what I saw next that I have goosebumps just telling you guys this. I heard what sounded like running towards the cab so I got down on the floorboard and tried to hide as best as I could. Not knowing what was out there was eating at me so I just had to look. I swear to this day what I am telling you is true. Standing feet away was a family of ghoulish looking shadows that seemed to be smiling at me.
I dropped back to the floor and waited for what seemed like an eternity. Finally around 7 a.m. dawn began to break. I didn’t dare move or look out the window though for fear that I might see something I don't like.
A few more hours passed and I must have fallin asleep because I woke to a sheriff knocking on my window. I told the Sheriff about my cab and he offered to give me a ride to the nearest town. After getting into his car I thanked him and asked if he had gotten a call from the man in the house up the road. He looked at me confusily and explained that all the houses on this road had been abandoned for years. He also said I shouldn’t have even been there in the first place. On the way to town we passed one sign reading Monkey Jack Road: Dead End and another wooden sign that looked to be a century old, it read Do NOT Enter After Dark.
Based on a true story.
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