i am full-on an agnostic...but sometimes...weird stuff happens, beyond my comprehension.
When I was in highschool, I had a girlfriend who lived about 30 minutes away on a long country road's drive. It always felt longer than it was because it's such a eventless rural road, some long sweeping corners, 90 km/h speed limit. My curfew at 17 was something like 2am. and I was always stretching the boundaries with my parents, so I would always be on the road in the 1-2am whereabouts despite being an earlybird and very much not a nightowl (but ya know...she was an nightowl so...)
anyway...I was always driving really tired and when I was excessively tired, I would see things on the road. Often, in the distance with only my mk3 golf headlights illuminating the pavement & ditches, I would see figures. Moving, excercising, cycling, dancing, running, or just standing motionless in someone's yard looking straight out at me. As I'd get closer and my headlights got their spectrum to wrap those areas, I'd notice that there were no such figures.
It would creep me the f*ck out because I really was convinced there was something, like someone cycling at 2am on the side of a pitch-black country road. I'd give that person the entire lane as I'd pass them and then...nothing. No one there. I knew I was really tired and it was likely my brain in almost-dream mode, so that's probably what it was.
Well, one night, low and behold. I fall asleep at the wheel. I always drove a healthy 20-30km/h over the limit, so about 110. This is just as I'm approaching a fairly tight corner. I cross over the line into the oncoming lane, wheels hit the gravel, and I jolt awake.
There are headlights in my face, and I'm doing about 100-110 km/h in a golf, almost in the ditch on the other side of the road. In the most instantaneous moment, my car is back in my correct lane and I ever so narrowly miss an on-coming car (maybe less than half a second) from an absolutely obliterating impact. I can't better describe how close it was.
...I do not ever remember twisting the steering wheel, and I have a very hard time understanding how I could have had that much grip to manoeuvre so intensely and so precisely considering that both my front wheels were in gravel, and I was basically asleep.
I never saw anyone excercising on the side of the road after that moment.
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another story, but this was just luck and not creepy at all. On that same stretch of road, same car, same night-time objectives, rural road now has about a foot of snow and I lost control in the middle of winter and the trusty golf was helplessly driver-side window deep into the ditch full of snow after pulling a smooth 180. I wasn't getting out, not a hope in hell. I needed a tow truck.
In trying to dig myself out with my hands (cause that'll do it), I lost my car key. And because I was the responsible teenadult I was, I never had a coat with me. Why would I? I'm driving. If I'm cold, I'll just put the heat on, which I never did anyway. Oh, and I had a flip phone to call my dad...which was out of battery. I kid you the f*ck not.
Anyway, on this stretch of road, in the middle of b*tt f*ck nowhere rural quebec, there are more rabbits trying to cross the road than there are motorists. I'm alone, car in the ditch, January, -20*C-ish, no coat, lost my car key, phone's dead, dumb guy feeling extra dumb.
Suddenly...lights in the distance...a convoy of trucks and SUVs slows to a stop in the crunch of the snow. ''Need a hand?'' says a guy in a Dakota. I respond ''f*ck yes'' in quebec. They strap my car, pull it out of the ditch, and away they go. They had a phone, so I was able to call my dad and ask him to bring me my spare key (dad was flammingly pissed). Dakota guy tells me they're a band who just finished playing in a nearby town, and to come see them at some point.
Never found the band. Never found my key. But man am I glad they stopped for me.