That night, I was on my motorcycle riding home alone from visiting a friend in a nearby town. It was already 11 PM, and the road I traveled on got increasingly deserted. The sound of my motorcycle engine was my only company in the silence of the night. At first, I felt calm, but everything changed when I took a wrong turn.
I had not noticed it until the road in front started to get darker and endless. The streetlights vanished, and only the beam on my motorcycle lightened the narrow path that took who knows where. And when I wanted to turn back, the road I had just overcome seemed different, as if I was in an entirely different place.
The cold started to seep into my bones, and I grew aware of this noise. First, it sounded so soft-brisk footsteps across the trees roadside. I slowed and turned to the left and right; nobody was there. “Maybe it’s just an animal,” I said to myself, trying not to freak out.
But then it grew clearer, and this time, it sounded like someone was calling my name from a distance. Hoarse and soft, the voice was, and I knew too well that it wasn’t normal. Accelerating without giving it a second thought, I expected to reach an exit at any moment. But every time I thought that I would arrive in a village, I was always on that road again. It felt like I was driving in a circle.
As I panicked, my motorcycle engine suddenly died. I tried to start it again, but it was useless. At that moment, I noticed someone standing in the middle of the road, just a few meters ahead. The figure was shadowy, almost like a silhouette, but I could feel its eyes staring at me. Without hesitation, I abandoned my motorcycle and ran as far as I could, not caring where I was headed.
I found myself standing in front of some cottage lit up with lights somehow. An old man opened the door, looking at me quite puzzled. He told me after I related everything to him, “That road has long been known for being haunted. Many get lost in it and never come back.” As he spoke, a shiver went down my spine, and when I went the following morning to get my motorcycle, it was nowhere to be seen. The only thing that remained was my helmet lying in the middle of the empty road.
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