Not really creepy, but more funny/odd.
One summer night my cousin, a buddy, and me were headed down to Sargent. I was working a night shift rotation and we weren't able to leave Houston until about 1 or so in the morning. I had a extended cab Chevy at the time and so the three of us had to put our luggage and beer in the bed of the truck. I had just bought the truck a week or so before, and kinda wanted to see what it would do. Well, we get to 457, which is relatively deserted and very straight road, especially at almost 3 am, and I decided that I wanted to see what the Chevy would do. I got it up to about 100 mph, and was kinda slowing down, but still going really fast, and all of a sudden someone steps out into the road. We screeched to a stop (swallowed our stomachs again), and this chick runs up to the passenger side of the truck saying that she has seizures, and that her boyfriend left her at the bar, and could she have a ride home.
I told her alright.
She started climbing in the passenger side, my cousin's eyes got as big as saucers, and I said, "no in the back."
She then asked if we had a beer for her. I told her hell no.
She climbed in the back and sat on the cooler, and guided us to some a back road that I had never seen before. Well, we get to this one road, that definitely had no lights, and no houses in sight, and she keeps telling us to go further in. We all looked back at her and told her to go ahead and get out because the is as far as we are going. She climbed out, no beer in hand. We back the hell out of there, and drove off to the house.
We had a pretty good laugh about the whole situation, but when that chick stepped out in front of us in the middle of the night it scared the crap out of all of us.
One summer night my cousin, a buddy, and me were headed down to Sargent. I was working a night shift rotation and we weren't able to leave Houston until about 1 or so in the morning. I had a extended cab Chevy at the time and so the three of us had to put our luggage and beer in the bed of the truck. I had just bought the truck a week or so before, and kinda wanted to see what it would do. Well, we get to 457, which is relatively deserted and very straight road, especially at almost 3 am, and I decided that I wanted to see what the Chevy would do. I got it up to about 100 mph, and was kinda slowing down, but still going really fast, and all of a sudden someone steps out into the road. We screeched to a stop (swallowed our stomachs again), and this chick runs up to the passenger side of the truck saying that she has seizures, and that her boyfriend left her at the bar, and could she have a ride home.
I told her alright.
She started climbing in the passenger side, my cousin's eyes got as big as saucers, and I said, "no in the back."
She then asked if we had a beer for her. I told her hell no.
She climbed in the back and sat on the cooler, and guided us to some a back road that I had never seen before. Well, we get to this one road, that definitely had no lights, and no houses in sight, and she keeps telling us to go further in. We all looked back at her and told her to go ahead and get out because the is as far as we are going. She climbed out, no beer in hand. We back the hell out of there, and drove off to the house.
We had a pretty good laugh about the whole situation, but when that chick stepped out in front of us in the middle of the night it scared the crap out of all of us.