Trevor Collins

I checked my rearview mirror probably a thousand times before getting to a main road and never saw a glimpse of them.

In fact, I never saw a glimpse of them ever again.

I tried asking my friend and his family about it, only to feel like I was insane because of the way they looked at me.

Every time I tell this story, I get one of three reactions.

They immediately think I'm fucking cuckoo, think I'm lying, or have had something similar happen to them.

I really don't care if no one believes me, honestly.

It was and still is the creepiest thing to ever happen to me.

I think about this all the time.

It was either some weird-ass family trying to scare the shit out of someone, a distraction for attempted robbery, assault, something, or it was something more sinister.

I'm going to tell myself, probably for the rest of my life, that it was the first option.

Yeah, absolutely.

10 p.m.

isn't super late.

It's not so late that I start to get very heebie-jeebies.

But the fact that it's pitch black, you're in the middle of nowhere, kind of on the edge of town.

The fact that there's a child there, they're pushing an empty stroller.

Who knows what's in it?

Supposedly, this is a true story from Reddit.

This person is a normal user.

They don't have a portfolio of stories that they tell.