ID:- B1996
The Night Ride – A True Spooky Story
That night felt different.
She had called me — 150 kilometers away, in a quiet little village. I left home around 6 in the evening. The wind was cold, the roads were empty, and darkness fell faster than usual.
By the time I reached her house, it was around 10 p.m. Meeting her felt peaceful… but there was something strange in the air, something I couldn’t explain.
At 1:20 a.m., I started my journey back. Her house was about 15 kilometers inside from the highway — only empty fields and silence all around.
The rear tire of my bike was almost flat, but I thought, “If I just reach the highway, I’ll manage.”
After a few minutes, near an old brigade building, a man appeared by the road. He said softly,
“Brother, can you drop me till the highway?”
I was alone, so I nodded and let him sit behind me.
The bike moved slowly through the narrow path between the fields. The man didn’t say a single word.
When I turned back to ask him something…
he was gone.
No sound. No movement. Just the cold wind brushing my neck.
My hands trembled, my heart almost stopped.
I don’t even remember how I rode home with that flat tire — just that I didn’t look back again.
For the next 15 days, I had a fever.
Maybe it was fear.
Or maybe… that man still rides with me sometimes on lonely highways.
“Brother, can you drop me till the highway…?” 👁️
(True Story)