Mill Mountain creature sighting: It was a warm summer night in the 1960s, the kind where the air hung thick and still, and the cicadas droned like an unseen choir in the trees. I was in the passenger seat of my boyfriend’s old Chevy, the headlights slicing through the darkness as we wound our way up Mill Mountain.
We weren’t supposed to be out that late, but the thrill of sneaking away to that quiet, isolated road was part of the fun. The mountain loomed ahead, its shadow swallowing the road in stretches where the trees grew thick. The only sound was the hum of the engine and the occasional burst of static from the AM radio.
Then, out of nowhere, he slammed on the brakes.
A very large man stood in the road.
Not just any man—this was something else. He had to be eight feet tall, maybe more, his frame impossibly broad. He was silhouetted in the headlights, a hulking figure that didn’t flinch as we skidded to a stop just feet from him. I could make out the outline of his clothes, dark and loose, hanging off his massive form like an ill-fitting suit. His face, though, was in shadow. I don’t remember seeing eyes. I don’t remember seeing a mouth. Just a vague, inhuman shape where a face should have been.
I don’t know how long we sat there. Seconds? Minutes? It felt like forever. My boyfriend gripped the wheel so tight his knuckles turned white, his breath coming in quick, panicked bursts. I wanted to say something—to tell him to back up, to drive, to do something—but the words wouldn’t come.
And then…
Nothing.
I don’t remember what happened next. One moment, we were staring at that giant figure, frozen in place. The next, we were miles down the road, the car speeding as if something unseen had forced our escape.
I turned to my boyfriend, my heart still hammering.
“Did we just—?”
He cut me off, shaking his head. “Don’t.” His voice was tight, his face pale. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
We never did. Not then, not ever.
To this day, I don’t know what we saw on that mountain. Or why I don’t remember how we got away.
But I do know one thing.
I never drove up Mill Mountain at night again.
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