r/BackwoodsCreepy

I grew up in small central Louisiana town. We've had Bigfoot spottings and the wailing woman on Grady Hill.i went backon my days off to ride the old back roads I used to when I was a teenager.

I picked up an old buddy of mine and we filled a cooler with beer and hit the dirt roads. We were in a game reserve between my hometown and another small town. We were about halfway through when my friend asked 'if I saw that?' I said no and he shined a spotlight into the woods.

I shit you not, there was something keeping up with my truck. On 2 legs. At first like 15 mph but then up to 40 until we go to some residential places. I never seen nothing like that and dont know what the fuck it was.

Im not making this up but I dont know where else to post this. We both grew up in the woods and are both freaked out by whatever it was.

Not mods in this subreddit, but my local one..

When I first moved here about a year ago, I noticed a large amount of car accidents on my road, and when I reached out to the locals about it I got the typical "people drive too fast/slow" or "no one knows how to drive at night/in certain weather"... Then one night as I was coming home late at night I saw what I thought was someone suddenly crossing the road, so I showed down and as I did I saw that it wasn't a person, just legs... So I looked into it and found the following:

In the winter of 1924, a logger named Silas Vance was working a timber camp deep up East Evans Creek. During a sudden freeze, a massive logjam formed. Silas was sent down into the rocky creek bed with dynamite to clear it. The fuse burned too fast. The blast and the resulting wall of water and crushed timber tore him apart. His upper body was recovered and buried in the valley, but his lower half—pinned beneath a multi-ton Douglas fir—was swept away by the roaring creek and never found.Because his legs were never buried with the rest of him, they are stuck in a looping, phantom sprint, trying to outrun the water and wood that claimed them. He only appears on East Evans Creek Road on foggy nights when the creek is running high. He doesn't just walk; if you slow down to look at him, he matches your speed. If you stop your car entirely, he will sprint directly at your door.

They call the phenomenon "Ol' Legs"