My husband and I were on our way back home from a restaurant when we got stuck in a terrible traffic jam.
I’d had a rough day — long hours at work, a headache that wouldn’t quit — so after about fifteen minutes of sitting there, I leaned my head against the window and drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, my husband was getting out of the car.
Something Wasn’t Right
The first thing I noticed was the light.
It wasn’t the dull orange glow of streetlights anymore — it was dawn.
My heart jumped.
Had we really been stuck in traffic all night?
I rubbed my eyes and looked around. The road was empty. No cars. No noise. No city sounds at all.
We weren’t on the highway anymore.
Instead, the car was parked on a narrow, dirt-covered road surrounded by tall pine trees. A thin fog rolled over the ground. My breath hitched.
“Daniel?” I called, opening the door.
No answer.
I stepped out, barefoot, the cool morning air brushing against my skin. The car was still running, headlights dim in the mist.
“Daniel!” I shouted again. “Where are you?”
That’s when I saw him — standing a few yards ahead, facing the trees.
The Stranger in the Woods
At first, I thought he was talking to someone. His hands were gesturing slightly, like he was explaining something. But when I got closer, I realized he wasn’t speaking — he was whispering.
His shoulders were tense. He didn’t even turn when I touched his arm.
“Daniel,” I said softly, “what are you doing? Where are we?”
He turned slowly, eyes wide and unfocused. His face was pale, like he’d seen a ghost.
“They said we should wait,” he murmured.
I froze. “Who said that?”
He looked past me, into the fog. “The people. They told me to wait.”
My pulse started to race. “Daniel, there’s no one here.”
He blinked rapidly, confusion flickering across his face. “They were just here… talking to me.”
The Sound in the Mist
A branch snapped somewhere deep in the woods.
Then another.
I turned toward the sound, squinting through the fog. “Hello?” I called.
No response — just the rustle of leaves, slow and deliberate, like footsteps.
Every instinct screamed at me to get back in the car. I grabbed Daniel’s hand. “Come on, we’re leaving.”
He hesitated. “But—”
“Now!” I said, louder than I meant to.
We ran back to the car, slammed the doors shut, and I locked them instantly. Daniel just stared out the windshield, still dazed.
I shifted into reverse — but when I looked in the rearview mirror, my stomach dropped.
There was another car behind us.
The Abandoned Car
It was an old, rusted sedan, half-hidden by fog. The driver’s door was open.
“Daniel,” I whispered, “was that car here before?”
He frowned, shaking his head slowly. “I… I don’t remember.”
I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. I pressed my foot on the gas — nothing. The car didn’t move.
The engine was running, but the wheels were locked.
“Daniel, it’s not moving!”
He leaned forward, inspecting the dashboard. “That’s impossible—”
A sudden bang hit the back of the car.
I screamed. Daniel spun around. The rear window was fogged up, but a dark handprint smeared across it from the outside.
“Drive!” he shouted.
“I’m trying!” I cried, slamming the gas again.
The tires screeched, finally breaking free. The car lurched forward, throwing us both against the seats.
The Escape
We sped down the narrow dirt road, bouncing over potholes, branches scratching at the sides. I didn’t care. I just wanted to see pavement again.
“Where are we going?” Daniel asked.
“Anywhere but here!”
After what felt like forever, the trees began to thin. The fog lifted slightly, revealing a small gas station ahead. I pulled into the lot, slammed the brakes, and turned off the engine.
My hands were shaking uncontrollably.
The gas station looked like it hadn’t been used in years. Windows boarded up, the sign half-fallen. But the payphone near the entrance — old and dusty — looked real enough.
Daniel got out to take a look. I stayed in the car, gripping the steering wheel like my life depended on it.
He picked up the phone, dialed, then turned toward me with a strange expression.
“It’s ringing,” he said.
The Call
After a few moments, he frowned. “No one’s answering.”
Then, slowly, he held the phone out to me.
“Listen.”
I pressed it to my ear.
Static. Then a faint voice — my own.
“Daniel, there’s no one here.”
I froze. The exact words I had said to him earlier in the woods.
The line went dead.
The Truth We Found
Daniel stumbled back, face pale. “This can’t be happening.”
I turned toward the car — and my blood ran cold.
The backseat was empty. No groceries, no jackets, no purse. Even the car seats we’d installed last week were gone.
It wasn’t our car.
We both stood there in silence as the realization hit:
Somehow, between the moment I fell asleep in traffic and the moment I woke up, we weren’t where we thought we were anymore.
The Road Back
A rumble broke through the silence — an engine. Headlights glowed through the fog.
A pickup truck slowed as it passed, the driver — an old man in a baseball cap — rolling down his window.
“Y’all lost?” he asked.
I nodded, swallowing hard. “I think so.”
He squinted at the gas station. “You shouldn’t be here. That place burned down fifteen years ago.”
Daniel and I exchanged a terrified glance.
“Get in,” the man said firmly. “I’ll take you to town.”
The Morning After
By the time we reached the main road, the sun was high, warm and golden. It almost felt normal again.
The man dropped us off at a diner near the interstate. We thanked him, but when we turned back to wave — his truck was gone. No tire marks, no dust trail.
We sat there for hours, trying to make sense of it all. Eventually, we called a tow service. When they found our car, it was parked exactly where we’d fallen asleep — in the middle of the traffic jam — engine off, doors locked, both of us gone for over seven hours.
Epilogue
That was six months ago.
We don’t drive late at night anymore. We moved to a smaller town, quieter, safer. But every now and then, when we’re stopped at a red light and the world feels too still…
Daniel will glance at me and whisper,
“Do you hear it?”
And sometimes, I swear I do —
a faint echo of my own voice through the static:
“Daniel, there’s no one here.”
