Hey listeners I'm still currently in Dubai and I know you guys love our rewinds so enjoy these stories from just the terror that you may have forgotten.

It is another reason there's a rewind is because I went to a ghost town.

I'm a little afraid that a ghost attached to me and I don't want to read scary stories alone in my hotel.

I'm still here for a few days.

So enjoy all these wonderful stories and when I get back we'll have some more. Back Road Specter.

I have encountered many things. Back Road Specter.

Specter.

I've encountered many things that defied logical explanation.

I tend to keep those tales to myself.

I don't wish to be branded as delusional or psychotic.

However, I've decided to break my silence and share one of the more terrifying

encounters I've had.

It was in the spring of 2008. I lived and worked on the Salish-Kuntane reservation in Mission Valley. Highway 93 was under construction during this time, so I generally drove the back roads between Ronan and Paulson.

One night I'd ended up working late.

I didn't leave until 2.30 a.m.

These back roads are without street lights and the residents are few and far between, mostly fields and trees.

On this night, the temperature had dropped enough that a fairly thick fog had risen from the irrigation ditches in the surrounding fields.

I had this feeling that something else was off about the night.

To drown out the feeling of creepiness, I put on a CD and crank the volume all the way up. As I drove, I kept

catching movement out of the corner of my eye. This caused me to continually glance out

into the fog, about halfway to my destination as I topped yet another hill,

I'd quickly glance on my left again trying to see what had moved. As I returned my vision

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