This happened in May of 2008, in the state of Maine.
It was a typical Tuesday night.
My girlfriend was working in the kitchen of the small house that we rented at the time.
I was sitting in the living room in my recliner, watching TV.
Our two daughters had just been put to bed and my girlfriend spoke up from the kitchen;
"We're out of juice; I have nothing to give the girls in the morning.
Can you run to the grocery store and grab some?"
I glanced at my watch.
It was 8:45 P.M.
Our local grocery store closed at 9:00 P.M.
I said; "Yes, if I really hurry."
I grabbed the keys to our minivan and headed out the door.
Our local grocery store was roughly 7 miles away.
I sped down the main drag of our town, doing about 60 miles per hour, until I arrived at
the store at 8:57 P.M.
I ran inside, told the girl behind the checkout counter I knew exactly what I needed, ran
down the aisle, grabbed two jugs of juice off the shelf, paid for the juice, and strolled
out the door.
I got back in our minivan and began the drive home.
There is a shortcut off the main drag that goes the back way home, which I decided to
take.
I put my left blinker on; there was no traffic in the oncoming lane, so I made my turn.
I know at this point that I should have slowed down, because I was going way too fast to
safely negotiate the turn.
The two jugs of juice in the front seat beside me began to slide forward toward the floor.
To keep them from crashing, I shot my right arm out to hold the jugs back.
I took my eyes off of the road for maybe one second.
When I looked back up at the road, I saw it.
There was what I assumed to be a person in the middle of the road.
My first thought was, "Oh, shit, I'm about to run somebody over."
It took me half a second to realize, however, that my headlights were shining through the
person.
It was crossing the road, swinging its arms in the motion of a normal person walking.
The torso hovered above the pavement; it was missing all of the lower body.
Its skin was snow white.
The scariest thing was its face; no eyes, just empty sockets, with that snow white skin
covering the holes.
There was a faint outline of a nose, but no mouth or lips.
I could make out a chin and I could see jaw bones on either side of the head.
It had shoulder-length black hair that looked greasy.
When it reached the dirt shoulder of the road, it disappeared into thin air.
This all happened within the span of two to three seconds.
Fear caused the blood to rush out of my head, and I could feel my face changing color, and
my body was covered in goose bumps.
My hands shook as I continued the drive home.
My girlfriend didn't believe me when I told her what had happened.
To this day, whatever I saw remains the one and only "Ghost" I have seen in my life.
I moved away from the area during the early spring of 2013,but my parents still live near
it; I drive by that road at least once, sometimes twice per week.
I still get chills to this day whenever I drive past that road.
Thankfully this story did not happen to me.
It happened to my great grandmother who has passed this story onto my mother and my mother
passed it on to me.
When my mother was very young she would visit her grandmother every summer.
While they lay in bed, not yet asleep, my mother would always ask her grandmother to
tell her the story about "the little devils".
Every time she asked, her grandmother would tell her the story before they dozed off to
sleep.
One evening my mother decided to tell it to me, and to this day I still get chills.
This takes place when my great grandmother was very young, in her teens, maybe younger.
She lived out in the country where many people worked in the field all day.
Her friend invited her to go to a dance later that night and she really wanted to go so
she asked her mother if she could.
In order to go her mother set many chores for her to do that day; if she did them all
she could go to the dance.
The labour was hard and by the time she was finished she was exhausted, but still found
the energy to go to the dance.
The thing is, the place where the dance was happening was quite a few kilometers away
and to get there she had to travel by foot.
So she set out, arrived there and had a great time.
By the time she was getting ready to leave, it had gotten very late and it was dark outside.
She said goodbye to her friends and set out to walk home, alone.
The way home divided into two paths; one leading through a graveyard, the other one through
a small forest.
Any person, no matter what age, would maybe be a little frightened of the graveyard during
the night time – especially a small girl that was walking home on her own in the dead
of night.
Of course my great grandmother chose the path through the forest, she knew that forest like
the back of her hand.
She entered it and began walking.
She was extremely tired at this point having worked all day, danced all night, and now
walking back home.
She trudged on the path until she felt a little push on her back.
She thought nothing of it, maybe she was just too tired and was imagining things, but then
she felt another push on her back.
She turned around, but there was no one there.
She continued walking, shaking off this creeped out feeling that something was wrong.
Then once again she felt a push, harder this time.
She was getting very scared now and started walking faster.
She began hearing giggles from the bushes and she received more and more pushes.
She crossed a small bridge and continued walking, now at the point of hysterics.
She was really scared, tears started rolling down her cheeks as the pushing became harder
every time.
Something began tugging at her braids and dress.
Black figures started flashing in front of her eyes and the giggling would not stop.
She walked as fast as she could but her fatigue didn't let her walk fast enough.
She was thinking that she should be very close to the exit of the forest and that soon this
would be over, until her hopes sank in one instant.
As she walked on she kept coming closer to a bridge... that bridge; the one she had already
crossed.
The pushing continued and she cried and screamed uncontrollably.
The black figures kept running around he.
She said they were entirely black with a long pointy tail, and they were just giggling and
laughing at her.
Through her pain and tears she kept walking, keeping her eyes on the path so that she would
not wander off it again.
The pushing because even fiercer and now it was more like punching.
She cried and screamed, but who would hear her?
Her village was still quite far away.
Her hair and dress were tugged at really hard and more punches were thrown at her from all
directions.
She was still crying, watching the black figures move all around her.
Still being punched and shoved she walked on, only to scream as she once again ended
up at the bridge.
This time it was not the bridge that scared her, but what was standing on top of it.
A black figure with a long pointed tail stared at her, pointing and laughing as it jumped
off the bridge into the stream below.
She looked over the side of the bridge but there was no one and nothing in the water.
The shoving and punching continued, her braids were still pulled and she was exhausted.
She began to pray, praying for all this to be over, but it wouldn't stop.
It continued laughing at her, pointing, and punching.
It was running around everywhere, she couldn't even tell if there was one or many.
It all just flashed in front of her eyes.
She tried to walk in every direction that she could; she would turn in another direction
right in front of the bridge, she turned backwards, she wandered through the bushes, but she always
kept coming back to that bridge.
The black figures kept punching her, pushing her.
Her legs were very close to giving up.
She didn't remember when she collapsed.
She woke up the next morning when she was found by her family and their friends who
set out to look for her once they found out she didn't come home that night.
She was speechless and bruised all over, but what the friends found shocked them all.
A path fully covered in my great grandmother's footsteps leading in a small circle from the
bridge, through the forest, and back to the bridge.
All night she was walking in a circle.
She didn't understand because she turned in so many directions and walked so many different
ways but she always managed to return to this path.
When she finally could talk she told the villagers what had happened to her.
Apparently she is not the only one who has encountered this strange activity in that
forest.
That forest was thought to be cursed.
A couple years back, there was a little boy around the age of four who had gotten lost
in there.
He came back the next morning and his hair was completely grey.
He couldn't speak and wouldn't tell anyone what had happened.
My great grandmother had always believed that it was some form of the devil that had been
with her in the forest that night.
The only other comment she ever made about this was; "I should have chosen the path
through the graveyard."
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