The Stranger

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Story type: Ghost
Location: Cherekee pass
Source: Form Submission

This is a true story,It happened when i was 14,and i have never forgot it,and never will.My mother and i were driving very early in the morning,2 in the morning to be exact.We were heading to Stlouis,from St Genieve,on highway 67.It was very foggy out that morning and there was literally no other traffic.As we were passing over a small bridge,I looked to my left,and i saw a man,a very skinny boney man,leaning on the bridge, he had no shirt on,and he just held up one boney finger and stared as we passed.Whan i turned back around to look at him,he was gone.