u/LL-Leslie

Of all the ghost stories my dad ever told, this is the most terrifying and vivid.

Back when he was young and just starting his business — in the early '80s, maybe — his factory was up in the hills, and our home was down at the foot of the mountain.

He'd often work until midnight, then drive home through the mountain road. Most nights, just his car. No one else.

On that road, the streetlights were spaced far apart.

One night, late as usual, he was driving home, he looked far ahead at the next streetlight, standing right beside it was a figure, a figure all in deathly white, wearing s very tall hat, its tongue hung all the way down to its belly and the figure was as tall as the streetlight.

My dad was terrified. But he was also furious — he'd worked himself to the bone, it was this late, he was exhausted, and now this!

He just kept driving.... cursing, and drove right past that white figure!

Of all the ghost stories my dad ever told, this is the most terrifying and vivid.

Back when he was young and just starting his business in the early '80s, his factory was up in the hills, and our home was down at the foot of the mountain.

He'd often work until midnight, then drive home through the mountain road. Most nights, just his car. No one else.

On that road, the streetlights were spaced far apart.

One night, late as usual, he was driving home, he looked far ahead at the next streetlight, standing right beside it was a figure, a figure all in deathly white, wearing s very tall hat, its tongue hung all the way down to its belly and the figure was as tall as the streetlight.

My dad was terrified. But he was also furious, he'd worked himself to the bone, it was this late...and now this!

He just kept driving.... cursing, and drove right past that white figure!

Of all the ghost stories my dad ever told, this is the most terrifying and vivid.

Back when he was young and just starting his business — in the early '80s, maybe — his factory was up in the hills, and our home was down at the foot of the mountain.

He'd often work until midnight, then drive home through the mountain road. Most nights, just his car. No one else.

On that road, the streetlights were spaced far apart.

One night, late as usual, he was driving home, he looked far ahead at the next streetlight, standing right beside it was a figure, a figure all in deathly white, wearing s very tall hat, its tongue hung all the way down to its belly and the figure was as tall as the streetlight.

My dad was terrified. But he was also furious — he'd worked himself to the bone, it was this late, he was exhausted, and now this!

He just kept driving.... cursing, and drove right past that white figure!