The Buttermilk Road Incident
It had to be around July 1992. I had just graduated from high school and was working a night shift job over the summer just before I went to college in the fall.
I usually got off work around 11:30 pm and either went home or to my girlfriend’s house for while. I usually just went on home since it was so late. This was a Friday night, so I wasn't in any hurry to get home. I decided to take the long way home - a one lane dirt road that almost nobody goes on anymore -curiosly named the Buttermilk Road. This road, if you can call it that, wasn’t much more than an overgrown two track path that was rutted out so bad you could only drive a high clearance truck down it or you might get stuck. I've had to turn around several times before when I tried to go this way in a car. But I was driving my Toyota truck at this time, so there shouldn't be any problems getting across the 1 mile or so back road.
Local legend, according to my grandparents, was a farmer had got stuck in a rut with his wagon load of buttermilk and the whole wagon had turned over when the horses pulled the wrong way and smashed the whole load.
Now this road was a source of local legends and many strange tales came from this place. Ghosts sightings, strange sounds and weird lights were some of the strange tales told to me by my grandfather on the front porch late at night.
All these strange tales that I heard growing up is partly why I decided to take this road that night. I mean, I kind of believed the stories my grandfather told, he had no reason to lie. He was an honest man. I guess I wanted to test it out myself. I was young and tough back then and nothing could hurt me. Now I had been down this road many times in the daylight, but never this late at night.
It must have been close to midnight when I got to the turnoff from the main road to Buttermilk Road and started the mile or so trek to go home. Going slowly, not in any hurry, just driving along with my window down and the radio going I made my way through the worst part of the rutted out road. About midway through there is a field and the road is a little better from here. Just some really high banks on both sides at least 10 feet tall and a large mud hole to go through after the high bank area. So I speed up slightly, looking ahead when I noticed something out of my peripheral vision on the passenger side. As I turned my head, there was a white “thing” in my window keeping up with me!
Now I don't what it was. I've always described it as a white sheet. It was strange. It followed me down that road and stayed beside my window, almost looking in, even as I went into the high banks. I sped up almost wrecking my truck trying to get away from this thing. If another car had been coming we would have hit because the road is so narrow. As was trying to get away from it, I remembered the mud hole down the road and thought if I get stuck, this thing is going to get me. It must have followed me at least 100 yards but it felt like forever. I was in panic mode. As I glanced back over to the passenger side before I hit the muddy place in the road it was gone. I still plowed through the mud, on up the rest of that road and onto my road and back home in record time.
The next day I told several people including my grandfather, my story of what happened the night before. He then told the story of what had happened to him on that same road many years earlier. He was well known to tell the story I call “It Grabs Your Jacket At Midnight” while sitting on the porch late at night