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Welcome to Scary Story Podcast. If you've listened to my stories before and want to help out for free, please tap the three dots on your app and then go to the podcast page to leave five stars. I guess this information is important for Spotify and Apple Podcasts to find out where to place us on the charts. In today's story, a young couple lost in life choose to embark on their own version of an adventure. I'm sure of what they'll find out on the road. My name is Edwin. Then here it's a Scary story. I think we were out by the Yosemite area When we talked about getting a van. It was like a dream when I talk about it now. We were two losers. I think our tents and the camping stuff we had were the only things to our names, you know, the stuff that we could actually sell if things went south. Really had a few things at our parents' house, but they never got along too well. Thinking of going to pick up her jacket, the one she needed for this trip, required organizing with her sister, who she still kept in touch with. The decision we made to move out and live together came pretty easily and also sounds like a dream. To me. Construction was slowing down at the time, and I was one of the first to be let go from Mark's construction before the whole company went down for not getting enough projects. We saw that for rent sign along one of the dark streets while walking home from the park a typical Thursday night for us. She was supposed to be sneaking back into her house through her window, and then I would walk through the alley and to my place where I lived with another roommate. As we passed one of those houses, Lily stopped and looked at the lamppost room for rent, responsible couple, edge of town, then a phone number. We laughed at the edge of town part it made it sound like an outsider's thing, an outsider's thing, and an adventure. But we both wanted, or at least wanted our lives to include But everything we did was with that. We liked to dream and talk about how things would be different once we got our things in order, maybe once Lily finally wrote her young adult novel, or when someone bought one of my prints. I think that's what we get, you know, as artists or want to be artists, we all somehow end up at the edge of town. But this felt different. It was like we were committing to each other, even though lots of boyfriends and girlfriends move in together. It was almost ten at night and Billy got her old phone out and dialed. The woman on the other end said that it was available and to come check it out the next morning. Lilly was very excited about it, and that next morning we took a bus as far as it would take us, and then we walked the rest of the eight or so blocks. When we saw it, it was the only house by the broken down factories. We stayed there for about two months before we decided to move, but it taught us a lot about sharing such a tiny space. Sharing it along with its strange noises at night that came with so many stories. For Lily. Can you imagine a werewolf coming out of one of those gates? She asked me that one night, while looking out toward the abandoned factories, there was one gate that had been opened ever since we got there. A werewolf pushing a stroller. I shot back, and then she pushed me, laughing at how I would ruin her stories. I wasn't one to get scared easily, but that was because I hadn't experienced many scary things back then, but now things are different. I think that's where the story starts. When we were out camping looking at this van that was not far from our tents, the couple that was driving it offered us her bag of bags and cream cheese. Too much food, they said, and they didn't want it to go bad. Accepted, and without saying a word, we both thought about how wonderful it would be to be able to do what they do. I live in a van. This thought about getting one to travel around made me wonder how we could ever make it sustainable. Gas money, maintenance, insurance, you know, all that stuff that comes along with living like hippies out on the road. But I wanted that. I needed that. I had nothing left. But it was that couple from somewhere in the Midwest who told us about how they make it work. They get jobs during the winter months and they save it all and then they travel for the rest of the year. And those jobs would be regular ones too, things like fast food and deliveries, warehouse stuff, places where well, you're replaceable, the girl said. I remember thinking that, in fact, we're all placeable, but I didn't know it could be a good thing and work in our favor. I could tell that a plan was forming in Lily's mind, and I was happy about it. It was like a light at the end of the tunnel for us. We wanted to be together, but had no place, no plan, no money, and so with not much in our mind or much in our pockets, we started looking Our hikes, turned to walks around town, looking at lots and following used car listings online. Not even a month after that, we found an old van that needed a new radiator and a water pump, but everything else was fine. I checked it myself, and I'm handy with that kind of thing, so when I saw it available as is for fifteen hundred dollars, it was basically free and that was right. That was the only issue with it. We didn't even have to get new tires, and so we added a mattress on the inside, nothing like one of those fancy ones you see on YouTube. Now. We would cook as though we were camping with a tiny gas stove and drove around from lot to lot, camping out in cities, in parks, and anywhere where they wouldn't kick us out from right away. It was like we were playing house, except without one. Lily got to work on her books, and I would step out with my old camera, sometimes not sure what I was doing, perhaps going back to construction work, or maybe a course to become a mechanic would be better than this, But I also didn't want to give up the chance of having an amazing adventure, something to talk about later. If we certainly had some stories. This one took place around two in the morning, and I was behind the wheel. We were in the Valley area of California, along one of those routes that takes you northbound where you cross several small towns. The signal there was all talk radio about politics, and that's what we were listening to, And suddenly Lily, who I thought was asleep, turned to the windshield and pointed at it. Look, she said, sounding worried and frightened at the same time. It took my eyes a bit to adjust to what she was seeing, but there was no doubt in either of our minds that we weren't imagining it. It was a light dimmer than a car head light but stronger than a break signal to the right side of the road. But the cars don't drive it was supposed to be all dirt. I immediately thought it was the reflectors of a broken down car out in the middle of nowhere, but as we got closer, it seemed to be moving, bouncing around the area with strange blueish white color. It was still far enough that it was only just a dot, but I could tell that Lily was nervous about it. Her imagination would get away from her sometimes. I slowed down even more as we approached it and realized it was a person unbothered by our high beams, walking in the same direction we were going. They just didn't turn around, simply kept walking. Lily relaxed a bit and started rolling down her window, but I told her to stop, that we didn't know that guy and that we should be careful. Still. I kept the van going and we got closer to the person, But I must have gotten nervous once we approached them, because I barely slowed down to ask him anything. I pulled up a little farther as Lily shot me a glance for not stopping in time for her to ask him if he needed help. She was that type of person, even to a fault, trusting everyone and not accepting that the world could possibly house evil people, people who wanted to harm us for no reason. Still, I knew what I had to do, so we waited for the guy to catch up to the van, but I lost sight of him in my side view mirrors. The moon was out that night, so the entire area was illuminated. It vaguely reminded me of the movie Aladdin for some reason, with the desert scenes and bright skies. It was probably because I spent an hour of the day with Lily that my mind started connecting odd stories to what was happening. I turned to Lily and asked what she wanted to do, and she said she would ask him if he needed help, and that was it. Maybe he was exercising or doing some type of meditation that required him to be out in the middle of the night, and she didn't want to bother him either, but she wanted to make sure. I told her that maybe he was out bearing a body, and she chuckled a bit before lifting her hand to push my shoulder away from her. It was her thing pushing me away when she was pretending to be angry, And so we waited in the van as a strange silence loomed over us, expecting to hear the sound of boots against gravel coming up behind us, but instead nothing. The patterned sounds of insects battling in the distance was all we could hear. We both scrambled to look out our side view mirrors that also let us see behind us, but everywhere we looked, all we could see were the grass fields and dirt for miles and miles against that moonlight. I knew Lily wanted to step out of the van, so before she could, I put the van in gear and told her that I would turn her around and take a closer look. Maybe he started going the other way, and it could have been possible that he started walking toward the barren area instead, And so I did. I turned it around and flashed the high beams, and again we were the only set of lights in the entire valley. We didn't say anything to each other at that moment. I think we both needed the van to be running and us to be on our way in order to talk about it. What had we just seen, Dude, we just saw a ghost? Really said to me. Once we were on our way, I decided to follow along this time, and we talked for a good while about it until ahead in the distance we'd see something strange blueish light once again, and my face went cold. I was slowing down as we were approaching it once again when it realized that the light was a reflection off of this man's shirt. I drove by slowly, this time, both of us in silence, wondering how this person could have possibly been ahead of us. Take a look at him, I asked, Lily, he's on your side. Just don't roll down your window. I had to remind you of these things, and so we passed by this man, who didn't seem to notice us. As Lily pressed her head against her window to get a closer look, she unbuckled her seatbelt and turned her body. I kept a close eye on her as we passed by the man on the side of the road and waited drive, drive, drive. She yielded without questioning her. I step on the gas and sped off. I asked her what or why what has she seen in shocks? She tried to catch her breath and started crying uncontrollably, and in between those quick breaths, I could tell the words she was trying to get out, and I never thought I'd believe something so bizarre coming from Lily that these words will never leave me. He has no face. Part two of Lots is coming up right after this. Stay with him. This episode is brought to you by Better Help. 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There were some stories that she read at one point, right around the time when we met that she used to tell me about all the time. She was very into ghost stories, and we would talk about these things sometimes before going to sleep. She would tell me about sightings of doppelgangers, and how her family was broken because of something having to do with the supernatural energies were off, her parents fought too much, or something like that. It was unusual for her to talk about her family at all, so it also caught me by surprise. It was tough to get her to think of other things when she got obsessed like this. It was in her blood. It was like our hobbies and the million little startups that she had tried before meeting me, graphic design, jewelry, and her current thing with writing, which honestly fit the best. It was her thing now she could only write fast enough to keep up with her imagination. I felt guilty that I was thinking already about how much she would go on and on about this encounter. It scared me even more than the thing we saw on the side of the road, though I guess it makes sense since I wasn't the only one who saw it, although having it to show up two times a large distance away while he was on foot was impossible. My explanations were that there had been a different person, just someone else walking along the side of the road, and all of this, I told Lily, But what about the strange glow, and what about the way he was limping, the way he ignored us? All these questions she asked me, Over and over she came up with her own theories, until eventually she asked her friends, the ones that were very into this stuff a little too much, if you asked me. They told her of issues with finding out who she was, suggesting that it may have been an hallucination. It had been late at night, and our brain has strange ways of interpreting things when we're tired. She denied it completely. She had been fully awake, and even more so with the adrenaline rush after seeing that first person. And I felt that same feeling too, and she's right, it wakes you up. But there was one theory that she couldn't get rid of, and unfortunately that's what finally took her. Faceless people went from philosophical or dream interpretations to omens, a sign that the end of her life was near. I don't know why I felt so disappointed about this. It was maybe because being around someone so passionate about something anything, and then clinging myself to that to finally feel something too that watching her kill it that passion she once had being left to rot in the van with us. Her writings turned to sketches the figures. She wouldn't talk to me about them like she used to, but I would see them and wonder what the meaning behind her obsession with dark figures on infinite parallel lines. Wise looking back now, I know that she was looking to connect meaning to something without it. It was only a man on the side of the road that was it. One day she asked for help to go to the hospital, something we had avoided for a couple of weeks because we didn't have the money for it. We made an appointment near her hometown to check on the sudden pressure on her chest and other things she was feeling. That appointment turned into another one for surgery. The next time I had to go was to make arrangements for her funeral. Her family showed up for a bit. Her mother was the one that cried regret, probably, but I had been the one that saw her die that way slowly after her mind got away from her, she got to rest. After how unfairly life treated her all of this time, I wonder if she thought of me before she passed, Just like I replayed every single minute I spent with her. She was buried on a Friday morning, and I spent all night at the cemetery by myself. The place had no closing hours, although for a person who had a van parked in the lot, the guards would soon think that I was there trying to camp out. So sometime around one of the morning, I got in and went straight to the gas station. I added twenty bucks to that tank. In a sudden rush of anger and hopelessness, I yelled, now, I don't remember what, but I wanted to head back to that road in the valley. For two hours, I drove right there, lost in that dark road, a symbol of my life. Until the sunrise. I was angry, what at that thing we saw on the side of the road, that the way. I didn't stop to question Lily and her imagination. Sometimes a person on the side of the road is just a person on the side of the road. I thought of how much I had fallen for that girl, and the sense of responsibility I felt for her, willing to defend her against the cruel way life treated her. One of those kind hearts that's just too naive in front of the monsters that's around us. I had told her that I loved her for the first time, and how she stayed quiet for a bit. So I asked her if she loved me back lots. She said, lots so so so much. I remember the way we drive around looking for walmarts to park and sleep in. Those parking lots were the home of those who had nowhere to go, or we're looking for an adventure. We hadn't decided which category we fell into. It was one of those lots where we got our simple dinners together, where we counted the bills that we had left, and where we decided if that week would have a motel day or not. The showers at the gym were fine. It was that old matches that we had in the van that was getting to us. We didn't have to share our attention with the road in those lots, and we both looked forward to them every night. And now that I remember, there was a ghost we saw in one of them. This was before the thing on the side of the road. It wasn't a big deal, but Lily wrote up a story about it. Someone knocked on the back door one night. We could see their silhouette from the inside. It wasn't too common to get knocks on the doors by the security guards that would patrol the parking lots back then, you know, when they wanted us to leave, Lily thought it was to make sure we were still alive. Anyway, when we opened up the door and looked around, there was nobody there and nowhere for someone to hide in that parking lot. I wanted to go to another lot, just one last time, but was one right on the edge of town, immediately after the valley where we saw the thing on the side of the road. But my mind wasn't fully there. You see, as I drove in that straight line, seeing maybe four or five cars driving in the opposite direction, I kept an eye out on the side of it for any glowing objects or anything resembling that thing we had seen. And it was a little past two in the morning when I saw something. It flashed along with the thoughts of that night, the way Lily had been sleeping, or at least how I thought she was when we saw that light. In my head, I could see her next to me, leaning forward and pointing at it, rolling down the window and asking me to slow down. There was no doubt in my mind that there was something there. I got to see it even better than last time. It was indeed blue, flickering between bright blue and white. It was hard to miss even if you wanted to. We had seen campfires on the side of the road, and we had seen hikers walking along those dirt paths in the dark, and this was not either of those. I was getting closer to it faster than I wanted to, and I pulled through the emergency lane to slow down to a walking speed. The light had turned into a shape, slowly bobbing up and down along the side of the road, Slightly different than last time. It was smaller. I thought of stepping on the gas pedal and running the thing over to say bye to it once and for all. But there was something different this time. The thoughts of helping the person there overtook me, unusual of me, to be honest with you. I was pulling up to them until my high were right on their back. It was a slim figure, a person with its hands in its pockets, ignoring me, driving right behind them, and I honked lightly two times sounds when unnoticed. I looked behind the van to make sure no cars were behind me, and looked ahead once again, deciding to pull up next to this person ignoring me on the side of the road. It was so close that I felt I could push them lightly on the left arm with the front of the van. The person just kept walking. The more I think about it over the years and the many times I've told this story, I'm still sure that I saw a person there. Ghosts are supposed to be see through or scary, but not this one. My heart was beating. As I pulled up a little more from the side. I could tell this was a woman, woman walking on the side of the road by herself at night, and I was sure. I was so sure that this was real. And that was until her head started turning slowly toward the passenger side window. Her face. It was Lily, I swear all I could hear right then, and there were her words when she was in the van with me, Drive Drive Drive. As I stepped on the gas pedal and swerve to get back in the lane, I could see that figure starting to fade in the side view mirror. When I changed my mind, I slowed down and pulled over. I hit the brakes. There was no reason to run. Lily was the one who reacted that way on impulse, not me. It was like I was trying to become her. I looked to her for all this type of thing when my life became the same stuff every single day. And so I waited there, the engine idling, for more than fifteen minutes, and I was too nervous to look back, but hopeful to see her one more time. I realized then just how lost that would be without her. She lived the life of a lost artist, convincing herself of things that weren't there because she couldn't see them. She looked everywhere for them, and everything she encountered and everything we talked about, but couldn't piece it together, a life that seemed to be functioning properly without a name, without a face. We can only see what we're looking for, if we're lucky enough to know what that is. I shut off the engine and waited in that dark road, confusing the headlights of passing cars for the signs of life I wanted. And so Carr started passing by without them. And now to my right was a soft blue of another light that would soon turn to orange and then yellow, rising from the horizon to the sky. If you like this and my other stories, can you leave some stars for me? On Spotify or Apple Podcasts. There's other ways to help out too, I mean, you can check out the other shows like Dark Memory or Scary Mystery Surprise. 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