This recently happened to my friend, Joe, and me near Hell, Michigan. I had driven my Jeep Wrangler over to my friend's house about 15 miles west of Detroit at around noon because we were planning on taking the doors and top off and going out for a cruise to a restaurant we knew in Hell.
We loaded everything into his garage and set off. We got to the restaurant around 4:30, and following federal regulations, I took my CZ-84 handgun from my waistband, unloaded it and placed the weapon in my center console (which locks) and the magazine in my glove box (which also locks), since I'm not allowed to carry a concealed weapon into any restaurant that serves alcohol.
Around eight in the evening, the place was starting to get pretty dead, so we decided to head home. I remember walking next door to a small party store and purchasing a pack of cigarettes and noticing that it was getting pretty dark outside.
We climbed into the Jeep and I unlocked my glove box and center console to retrieve my concealed-carry and slid it into it's holster. Joe wanted to drive around some more and jam some tunes on the radio, so I started heading south to kind of take us out of our way so the ride back would take a bit longer.
At this point, night had fallen and we were traveling down a dirt road when we came upon two cars parked in the middle of the street with their lights and engines off. I parked about 30 yards back, flashed my high-beams a few times and was beginning to get a bit nervous and impatient.
I could have driven around the cars if the road had not been flanked by tall trees to either side. I turned to my friend, "Let's check this out." He replied in the affirmative and rolled out of the passenger door.I pulled my Mini-Mag flashlight out of my belt loop and started walking toward the two vehicles, as I got closer, I drew my firearm and chambered a round. The vehicle to the left was stopped at an angle, with the nose just barely in front of the second car. It almost looked like the vehicle on the left had made the other car pull over. I found this to be very perplexing as there were no houses nearby and the most scenic thing around here were trees.
I checked both cars with my flashlight and found no traces of anyone in either vehicle, so I turned to my friend and said, "I think we should just turn around and get out of here. This stuff is kind of creepy." He told me to stop whining because someone might be hurt and we proceeded to call into the night around us.
After five minutes of yelling, we walked back over to the Jeep. This is when things got really weird. The moment I turned on my flashlight I could see a pale, thin, naked "thing" (I refuse to call it human) peering at us from behind a tree. I got Joe's attention and tried to focus my eyes, thinking that it was a "ghost" burned into my retina from the flame of my lighter.
Joe jumped backward at what he saw and spat out a string of curse words. As Joe yelled, it ducked back behind the tree to conceal itself. I tried to use some logic, thinking that maybe it was a person and they got scared because one guy shrieked and the other one is holding a small handgun.
"Hey! Come on out here! Why is your car parked in the middle of the damned road?" I yelled. After getting no response, I walked up behind Joe and quietly said, "Okay, now it's about time we get the hell out of Dodge."
Then, the thing poked its head back around the tree to look at us and I got a much better look. It didn't have any hair, was ghost white, had a small, pushed-in nose with a wide mouth with black lips and black eyes. Joe quickly backed up, knocked me into the dirt and I lost sight of it with my flashlight.
At this point, I raised my pistol and clicked the flashlight back on. In the second or two that my beam was off, this thing had moved from 15 yards off the road to 10 feet in front of us without making a sound. Feeling very vulnerable lying on my back and paralyzed with fear, I didn't know what to say other than "Back the f- up! Now!" Then it faded out of existence.
I scrambled to my feet, shining the flashlight around me thinking that it had just maneuvered itself around me at an extremely quick speed. Joe jumped to his feet and began rattling off at the mouth. I tucked the pistol under my arm, grabbed my key fob from my belt and hit the "unlock" switch to turn my headlights on.
Bathed in light, we turned around in a circle about five times before we decided that we had just seen something not of this world and it would probably be in our best interest to leave. We raced toward my Jeep. I threw the flashlight into the rear seats and handed Joe my pistol.
As we were backing, I counted a half-dozen of these "things" walking toward the parked cars in the middle of the road. Panicking, I turned the wheel without bothering to look behind me while disengaging the clutch and stepping on the brake. My car slid and my plastic bumper hit a tree. The next main road I found, I turned quickly onto, just now bothering to click my safety belt into place and getting my handgun back from my friend.
After about five miles or so, I noticed a gas station and pulled into it just so I could clear my mind and make my heart stop racing. All we could mutter was, "Did you see all those things?"
We took the quick way back to his place, went inside and locked the door behind us. We sat down and tried to come up with a logical explanation for what had just happened. Unfortunately, we couldn't think of any reason. Other than whatever those things were, they were attempting to "trap" us by having the two vehicles parked in the middle of the road to make it seem as if someone was in distress.
We haven't told anyone about that experience, but I'm forcing myself to post this because my friend Joe just called me at 3:00 in the morning, waking me up, telling me that he was going to let his puppy out the back door, but when he turned on the porch light, one of those things was in his backyard.
I don't believe we're going on any late-night drives anymore. I still have trouble falling asleep because all I can picture is that inhuman, evil face looking at me.