I don’t know what happened, it was just a weird situation. And maybe I could have just brushed it off, but I still think about it when I’m driving in my own car. This wasn’t PTSD, and I have never had anxiety over being in the car in any sort of way prior to this. I have no history of psychosis, and I have never been in any sort of car accident. None of it had ever happened, yet I remember that the car in front of us had switched lanes even though there was a truck in front of us, realized it at the last second, and hit us with a lateral impact. I remembered sensations I should not have known: what spattered brain matter looks like, the smell of something burning, the way I couldn’t breathe. When I reached back to remember, I saw blood, our car, and another minivan in total shambles on the side of the highway right beyond the underpass, and mangled bodies- and that wasn’t all. I closed my eyes and tried to make sense of the past few minutes. Still, it felt like something imperceptible had completely changed. The light shifted back, and I knew who everyone was. And then, it’s like everything just came back. For a few seconds, there was a huge illumination of light into our car, and I looked at my family, and could not tell who they were or what they meant to me. This was the scary part, because I thought I must have been going insane. My parents were joking beforehand, but their faces moved so slowly, and then the light in the car started to shift. I feel like I saw everything in slow motion for a whole four or five minutes. My dad passes an underpass and everything just shifts. So, we get about six hours in, and at this point, I start to think I was being ridiculous, and a wave of calmness just washes over me. Getting into that car felt like signing my death sentence. I had honestly never felt so certain about something in my life. I had told my parents I had a bad feeling about driving up there, but they dismissed me as being anxious. I love them! Anyway, we left Saturday of that week. I actually never have anxiety about road trips. It was so strange, because I have a pretty severe anxiety disorder, but this didn’t feel like my anxiety at all. I kept having flashes of car accidents in my head, and I was sure that we were going to get in one if we left. Prior to the trip, I had a horrible, horrible feeling about going. These people experienced eerie moments that they haven’t ever been able to explain, and their stories are absolutely chilling.īack in early July, my family was going on a road trip to Montana to visit our grandparents. If anyone thought they were alone in these blood-curdling moments, think again. Ever feel like the simulation is glitching? Like passing a dozen white parked cars in a row, or blinking and then losing an hour…or an entire day.
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