I'm not sure what really happened to my friend and me that
night, or whether or not it could be explained by any
normal means. All I know is that it was unlike anything
else I have ever experienced before or since.
I had gone to a friend's house in Vermont for the weekend,
and we were driving back to New Hampshire. There were a
bunch of us girls, and we had split into to cars. Three
girls were in one car, and it was me and another girl in
the other. As were were driving, my friend told me that
there was a really nasty corner in the road just ahead
around Keene Lake, and there had been a lot of accidents
in the area. We had the radio on low enough to talk over
without raising our voices, but loud enough so you could
still hear it. We reached the corner, and just as we
reached it she pointed to a spot I could barely see in the
darkness and she told me that was where most of the cars
went over. As soon as she finished that statement the radio
went dead. There was no noise, no static like you hear
when your out of range, no gradual fade out. It just went
silent. We looked at each other, but kept driving not
thinking too much about it. As soon as we rounded the end
of the corner the radio came back on as suddenly as it
went out.
We pulled into White River Junction, not far from Keene
Lake, where we had arranged to meet our other friends to
drop off one of the girls in the other car. Both my
friend, who was driving, and I asked our other friends if
anything odd had happened to them around, but they said
nothing had, and their radio was working perfectly.
I still am not sure what happened. My friend and I still
talk about it sometimes and neither one of us has come up
with a real answer. I told my friend who I have know since
high school this story, since she went to college in
Vermont, and knew the area well. She said the corner
around Keene Lake always gave her a bad feeling, and she
went out of her way to avoid it. Who knows. Maybe it is
just a sharp corner with bad radio reception, or maybe the
road around Keene Lake really is haunted. Myself, I think
I like not knowing for sure.
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