She pushed my head forward, a drop ran down my cheek. I could feel cold steel against the back of my neck. She began to snip and little pieces of me began to fall.
“Do you believe in ghosts?” She asked.
“Why?” I asked
“Have you ever been down Clinton Road?”
“Yes, I go up and down it all the time. It’s a very pretty road through the forest .”
“It’s haunted, you know.”
“I’ve heard something about that,” I mumble.
“Listen.” She said.
One time, when my husband and I were first married, we were coming home up Clinton Road after a party. It was late. We were arguing. I made him stop the car and I got out, thinking I would walk home. He sped off. As you know Clinton Road has no streetlights. It’s just a twisting, road through a dark forest. There were weird sounds coming through the woods. It was creepy. I was beginning to regret the decision.
As I plodded along, stumbling in the pitch black, headlights suddenly came up behind me. The car slowed to a crawl and the couple in the car asked if I wanted a ride. I told them no and they drove off. The whole thing scared me. Shortly after they left, my husband came back to get me. I told him about the car that stopped. He looked at me shaking his head. He told me no car had passed him on his way back to get me. I insisted there was a car. He insisted that no car passed him. We were at a draw. If no car passed him, then where did it go?”
I glanced at her in the mirror.
“So what happened?”
“Nothing.” But let me tell you, I am glad I didn’t get into that car.”
She spun me around.
“What do you think?’
I looked in the mirror, shaking my new 'do.
Chilling conversation to be having with someone wielding a scissor and coming at you from behind.
Before moving north I had never heard of Clinton Road, or the strange stories and weird things that supposedly happen there. There are many weird tales of ghosts, demons dogs, murder, Satanism, even KKK meetings.
I can tell you that it a gorgeous ride in the fall with the sunlight turning the trees into a golden tunnel, but creepy at night. I drive through there with my windows rolled up, headlights on bright, music on the radio. I have never seen anything and I don’t want to.