5 True Scary MIDDLE Of NOWHERE Stories | Deep Woods, Forest
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What happens when you drive into a ghost town?
Anyway, the first couple hours were nothing special. The usual empty highways, a few semi-trucks, and my scratchy playlist keeping me awake. Occasionally, I glanced at the fuel gauge, telling myself I'd grab gas at the next decent stop. Of course, next decent stop kept getting pushed back because each exit seemed sketchier than the last. One was a battered rest area with no visible pumps, another had a motel that looked like a horror movie set. I told myself, I'll keep going, there's bound to be a nicer station further up. After a while, the roads got lonelier, and the wide Wyoming plains started blending into Idaho's emptiness. Clouds crawled across the sky, and an unsettling hush settled over the horizon.
My phone signal came and went. When it was gone, I realized how cut off I actually was. Maybe that's what put me on edge. The next billboard I spotted had half its letters missing, but I made out something about a town called Clarkston, offering gas and home-style meals. The sign looked ancient, faded paint, corners peeling. I veered onto a narrow state road that supposedly led there, noticing no other cars, not a single soul. The fields looked brittle, like they'd been scorched ages ago and never recovered. That sense of isolation started weighing on me. But the gas tank was nearing the red zone, so I pushed forward. Finally, I rolled into Clarkston. It barely resembled a town.
What eerie sights are found in abandoned places?
I saw a couple of warped wooden signs, a diner with its front windows boarded up, and a run-down gas station at the edge of Main Street, if you could even call it Main Street. The station had a neon sign in the window, flickering weakly. at first glance it was a relief at least it was something i parked by the single pump hopped out and listened nothing no distant trucks no muffled voices just the wind brushing against cracked asphalt When I yanked the nozzle free and squeezed the handle, I got absolutely zero flow. I tried again, jiggled a lever, peeked at the side of the pump to see if there was some ancient switch. Still nada. There had to be someone inside who knew how to operate this dinosaur. So I walked up to the door. A metal bell clanked overhead when I went in. The air inside was stale, like nobody had propped open that door in years. Rows of dusty candy bars lined the shelves, brands I recognized, but with wrappers that looked off, like they'd come from a different decade.
A newspaper stack near the counter displayed a headline about some local fair. The date was 2002. I nearly laughed at how bizarre that was, but it only made me more uneasy. I stepped around the counter, calling out a casual, hello, even though I was already spooked by the emptiness. A door in the back stood half open, curious I pushed it a bit wider.
How does isolation affect a traveler on the road?
A single bulb buzzed on the ceiling, flickering on and off, making the whole room strobe. A coffee mug sat on a desk, the contents dried to a thick residue. A coat draped over the chair, as though somebody would be right back to grab it. i tried telling myself the owner was out running an errand but who leaves their coffee half finished and vanishes for seven years or however long it had actually been a faint off-putting smell lingered near one corner something like metal shavings and spoiled meat i inched closer saw an old mop bucket filled with slimy water and backed away no thanks by that point the building felt oppressive my stomach twisted at the idea of continuing further like the rest of clarkston might hold sights worse than a crusty mop bucket i headed outside again scanning the row of buildings across the street they all looked similarly abandoned windows caked in dust doors boarded or hanging off hinges
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Chapters
8 chapters
1
What happens when you drive into a ghost town?
0:44–2:16
2
What eerie sights are found in abandoned places?
2:16–3:45
3
How does isolation affect a traveler on the road?
3:45–5:53
4
What unsettling experiences occur in a deserted diner?
5:53–16:34
5
What strange encounters happen in a childhood neighborhood?
16:34–23:46
6
How do past fears resurface in a new home?
23:46–32:31
7
What lurking dangers are found in the woods at night?
32:31–41:35
8
What happens when a group investigates a haunted trail?
41:35–1:05:26
Speakers
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