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All these years I’ve been looking at the wrong side.
dark fda show me the illegal foods
BE THE CRYPTID
tips for driving down back roads at night
check to make sure all of your headlight bulbs are working before you depart from your starting location. not only are broken headlights against the law, you could potentially be blindly stumbling into some dangerous territory. the more area you can see, the better. the last thing you want is to be stuck on their land.
do not let your eyes linger on the wheat fields. some have reported a sudden drop in temperature in their car. some have spoken of a tugging sensation coming from the fields. some have claimed they saw the devil himself grinning back. you do not want to find out what lurks within the wheat fields.
if you happen to come across a hitchhiker, check for wounds or anything out of the ordinary on their person. if their eyes reflect your headlights, drive faster. do not stop under any circumstances. do not slow down until you are absolutely sure they cannot catch up to you. they are not human.
do not slow down or stop to marvel at the cottage in the forest. do not go inside or get out of your car. you will not return unscathed.
if you see yellow eyes watching you from the corn, continue on. they are just the ravens.
if you see red eyes watching you from the corn, continue on. they are just the crows.
if you see green eyes watching you from the corn, get out of there as fast as you possibly can. they will follow you. they will hunt you down.
objects in your side mirrors indeed seem closer than they look. don’t glance over too often, though. they come nearer with every look.
the creatures in the woods are rumored to attack pickup trucks more often than any other type of automobile. make sure all of your windows are shut and your truck bed is empty and uncovered if you drive one. you wouldn’t want to ferry one of them home without knowing.
do not stare at the empty, broken-down cars on the side of the road. they do not welcome the gazes of strangers. it is best if you only say a quick prayer for them and drive on. you do not want to be next.
the radio may spit out some inaudible blubber occasionally. white noise may come through for a few seconds before reverting back to what you were listening to. just convince yourself you’re driving through a spot with patchy satellite signal. don’t mind what they’re saying through the static. ignorance is bliss.
some travelers claim they often hear shrieking while they are driving. contrary to popular belief, they do not want to hurt you. they are just playing tricks on you. just don’t slow down. just don’t stop.
whatever you do, don’t fall asleep. pull into a rest stop, at least. do not fall asleep on the side of the road. you may not wake up again.
the witching hour does not apply when you’re on the road. they roam after sunset. they are bloodthirsty. stay aware of your surroundings.
that stain on the grass over there was definitely from a deer. don’t think too much about it.
right?
not everything that you can see is real.
not everything that is real you can see.
the devil never sleeps. he is out for blood. he is nothing like anything you’ve ever seen before. you have been warned.
Not all ghost roads are tranquil.
Abandoned Route 66 in Illinois.
The old lies alongside the new/ghosts of cars past drift by/their drivers staring hungrily/at the untouchable world so near.
Happy holidays!
Whatever you’re doing today, if you’re celebrating gluttony with your nearest and dearest, or curled up under blankets with Netflix for company, or even having a regular old day, I hope it’s a good one. Big love and hugs to you all xx
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That welcoming darkness/filtered only by starlight/found on quiet roads/far from humanity/where lonely ghosts wait.
Spent the morning driving in the Texas Hill Country
Just because you can’t see them, doesn’t mean ghosts don’t travel by day.
fog is just a rlly big land ghost
In four billion years, there have been many continents that died.
You’ve heard of the famous ones–Pangaea, proud monolith; Laurasia, home of dinosaurs–but there were others, so many, many others. The grand march of time swallowed islands whole, scraped them up like residue from the baking pan of the world.
Everything has a soul. Everything remembers.
Gondwana floats gently over London now, remembering when the world was hot and green. She loves the lights. There were no lights, when she was alive. There were no lights when the world was so hot and green.
Rodinia settles onto the dry Atacama, bringing moisture from the sea. She moves much faster now, unhindered by gravity and friction, slipping through the walls of this new house. The walls are always moving, yet she stays, floating in and out, bringing moisture.
Vaalbara, eldest and most fire-born, sneaks in tendrils and wisps over her old haunting grounds. Her bones are buried in the outback, ancient cratons resting unrotted through all the fearsome gnawing of time. She likes the summers here. The heat reminds her, so faintly, of what it was like to be born. In the wildfires, she sees the magma oceans of her youth.
Everything has a soul. Everything remembers.
The ancient lands remember/slide ponderously through greenery unfamilar/cloak strange shapes in fascination/flow along waters and strange paths.
The road knows the fog/ghosts of a bygone era forever traveling/towards a home eons lost
The bitter cold outside/the bitter cold inside always and forever freezing/on a cold, cold, endless road.
Truckers and long distance drivers of reddit, what are some of your spookiest/unexplained stories of the road?
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There is more to Ghost Roads than just ghosts...and jesters and bears, oh MY!
I'm playing Elite Dangerous and selling all my exploration data, thinking about how it's kind of like selling your miles to the route witches... Makes me wonder, once space exploration is more common, and enough people start dying in space, how would road ghosts and route witches work with space travel??
It’s going to depend on a lot of factors, including “is there a place to go.” Ghosts wouldn’t be stuck in orbit, just due to the nature of the ghostroads, although they might wind up as homecomers, forever trying to get back to a place that’s gone.
Space roads?
Pustina.
Grey skies//smoke and dust//transport trucks travel//on ghost roads//through dead lands
Cemetery forests would be great, if you could get them to work out ecologically. Not only would you have healthy, sustainable burials with physical markers to mourn at, you’d also inspire emotional investment in conservation and promote old-growth forests. No one wants to chop down great-great-great-grandpa Karkat the oak tree for lumber.
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you’re kidding me
You want a haunted forest. That’s how you get a haunted forest
Well, better a haunted forest than a haunted useless plot of land filled with concrete and steel and hundreds of gallons of poison that we have to constantly manicure. Haunted forests are classy *and* contribute to the world by absorbing CO2 and producing oxygen, providing shelter for wildlife, and help get goth teenagers to appreciate nature.
“We laid him to rest up on boot hill. Now he’s a right pretty poplar that moans his killer’s name when there’s a light breeze and a full moon.”
I could get behind this plan.
Also: either all forests are haunted or none are
Hobbyist forester here. All forests are haunted, yes, but not necessarily by things formally human. Also this is a good idea and I endorse it.
I’ve been talking about this for ages
Vermont is working on this, actually. its called green burial, and they’re trying to get the ~cemetery industry~ or whatever to get behind it. A lot of people in VT also want a green burial on their own private land, too. the main push back against it is that green burial requires a more shallow grave, so there’s a lot of worry about animals etc.
And you would visit cemetery forests via ghost roads...
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