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An anonymous Canadian writer, we’ll call him “Jeff” for our purposes, revealed a true-life paranormal experience that rivals the terror of any horror movie. In what Jeff would later call a terribly “bad idea”, he followed the obviously errant guidance of his GPS to a T and found himself guided down a road of horrors to a chilling destination in parts unknown.

Jeff’s unforgettable journey took place in 2011. Working as a pump tech at the time, he was in the process of moving to the city in order to attend school. The month prior to the move, Jeff made several trips back and forth, preparing the final arrangements for his new home. Still unfamiliar with the area and the drive back and forth, Jeff was forced to place his trust in his automobile’s navigation unit. As Jeff told it (edited for clarity), his frightful experience began as he drew near to his intended destination:

“It was late at night, and I was almost home – about two hours away. Now, this was only my second time making this return drive – and so because I didn’t have the route perfectly worked out, I was using a GPS to supplement my knowledge of the road. I reached an area where I knew I had to make an exit -problem was I couldn’t remember which one it was. I looked at the GPS and it told me I had about one mile before my turn.”

Jeff slowed the vehicle and began glancing back and forth from GPS to road, looking for the inevitable turn. As he neared the expected junction, the unexpected occurred.

“When I was about a quarter mile from the turn the GPS did something odd. The screen flickered momentarily, and then changed the route. The GPS now told me to drive an extra nine miles and turn off on a different exit. Now, I was in no mood to argue with my GPS, so I figured, ‘Hell, it’s calculating for the quickest route, what’s the worst that can happen?'”

What bad could happen indeed. Jeff continued on the altered route for forty five more minutes listening to the radio (his iPod battery had gone dead) and busying himself with sights and cigarettes – anything to pass the time as he anxiously closed the distance to his destination. It was around 3:00 AM when unexpectedly, he entered a bank of dense fog.

“This was one of those fogs where you can barely see the road in front of you, the kind where you have to kill your high beams because they’ll just blind you.”

As Jeff’s car cut through the thick mist, he caught glimpses of the roadway through brief sections where the fog cleared. He realized the road was elevated, with deep ditches on each side.

“The highway was a good fifteen feet above the ditches. You literally could not see the ditches on either side of the road, just the fields that climbed upward beyond the ditch. It looked as if the highway was a winding bridge.”

Jeff recalled that as he drove, the road’s surface “felt a little weird”. Bump after bump, the rough road rattled the car’s suspension and where the fog cleared, he was horrified to see that the “rough surface” he was driving across was actually miles and miles of dead road kill. According to Jeff, every mile of roadway produced two or three dead critters that “looked like somebody had fed a deer a stick of dynamite”.  Exploded animal carcasses spread across the roadway “as if a semi had ploughed through a wall of animals at an incredible speed”.