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Barry Road
by Victoria Rife
Jimmy was one of my best friends in high school and since we had all of our art classes together we often spent a lot of time after school working on art with one another. Some nights we both couldn’t sleep so we would stay up playing Mario Kart before heading out and grabbing some Taco Bell. Sometimes we would just drive around listening to music. One night in particular we decided to take an alternate route and drive around exploring. We happened upon Barry Road (for those who don’t know where that is – it’s a long winding road out in the country) and drove on. As we followed the twists of the road, something came out of the trees on the right hand side of the road and smashed into the car. It appeared to be a white figure, although it had no face, and it was running. I screamed. He stopped the car. We looked around but there was no person or animal around and his car was in perfect condition – not a scratch or a dent on it. I asked him if he thought it was a ghost and he said he thought it was. Scared, perplexed, and a little bit entertained we turned around and tried to recreate it that night and many nights to come but we never had the same experience. This story has always been very significant to me because it was one of the few times I had someone with me to vouch for my experiences.
I kinda held off in publishig this one because it so strongly hit home, and reminded me of some similar experiences that I’ve had. I thought it would be kind of fun to publish mine and this at the same time, but I decided not to because I’m lazy and have no clue when I’ll write mine. Didn’t wanna leave ya hangin’ any longer.
While in high school, to extend our curfew my buddy Ash would tell his parents that he was gonna stay at my house and I said the same thing to mine. We did this countless times. We would stay out all night instead of going home. We’d go driving in the most goofy places… We saw some stuff, man! Lotsa crazy stories, both spooky, and not.
Anyway, good story. Brought back memories.
Vic, call me!!!!! This is reeeeeally near to my house. You know I love the spooky! If you want to check it out, CALL MEEEE!!!!
Bill, seriously, you have a friend named Ash? Jealous.
No kidding. When I was in high school 20 some-odd years ago, my friends were driving through Cambridge, MN in the middle of the night, and they swear up and down that the girl in the car next to them at the stoplight HAD NO FACE. Furthermore, my wife told me a similar story, that when she was in high school in northern VA, she and her girlfriend were out driving in the wee hours of the morning, and there on the corner they saw – you guessed it – a guy WITH NO FACE. I wonder how common this “faceless” phenomena is…