Spooky Stories: Playing Chicken with a Witch on the Road

Visiting my cousin for the first time since she moved out of home was a happy adventure for me.

She’d moved to the country and had a great view of the rolling mountains, not to mention the gardens and ferneries.

We’d heard the spooky stories about a witch who’d apparently lived in a hut somewhere close by, but laughed it off.

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Updated 2/9/2020 – My cousin enjoyed herself, creeping me out and telling me how the witch had been killed by locals many years ago.

Before I drove off, she couldn’t help but taunt me with, “I hope you don’t see her on the way home!”

I laughed as I pulled out of her driveway, but once I was on the road, my nerves got the better of me.

It was dark and had started raining, so I was careful and drove a little slower than usual.

After about fifteen minutes, the rain began to pelt harder and I nearly veered off the road when I saw something.

Skidding to a stop, I turned and looked behind me.

I froze when I saw a woman hunched down on the road.

Even though there was something odd about her, I got out of the car and crept over to her – trembling in fear.

I nearly fell backwards when she suddenly straightened up and disappeared in a flash of light!

I decided not to stay a second longer and turned to race back to the car.

I tripped over my own feet when I saw her.

There she was, standing next to the door on the driver’s side – hunched over again but staring straight at me!

I’ll never forget that menacing look on her horrifying face.

Even in the rain I could see her large, glaring eyes.

Then her mouth opened as she stood up again.

With a piercing shriek she lunged towards me.

I braced myself and screamed, but once again – she disappeared in a flash.

The thunder and lightning had grown steadily but I didn’t want to wait around to test any theories.

I ran to the car and got in – terrified for my life and fumbling for the keys.

Once I finally got the car started and hit the headlights, I gasped when I saw her in front of the car.

She was only a few feet away and seemed to be fading in and out, like a projected, flickering image.

Barely breathing, I slammed my foot on the accelerator and fish-tailed right through her!

As I drove through her, she seemed to disappear again but I felt that horrible feeling on the back of my neck.

I expected to see her in the rear-view mirror, but she was gone.

I kept driving in a blind panic.

It wasn’t until I got to the bottom of the mountain – a good thirty minutes later – when I stopped the car.

I pulled out my cell and tried to call my cousin, but couldn’t get through.

When I arrived home, I got a hold of her and told her what happened.

She freaked, as her power had gone out!

I still get a chill when I think of that night.

I knew that she was the witch we’d talked about and it’s one of those scary experiences I’ll never shake off.

Playing Chicken with a Witch on the Road