Anyone here have any creepy "small town in the middle of nowhere" travel stories???

I have such a story, OP.

Back in early '05 my parents, my other sister, and I were coming back from my other sister's Army Boot Camp graduation in the Army base in Missouri. In the most north eastern tip part of Oklahoma from a freeway, or something like that anyways, we were needing to get more gas and some rest from all the activities earlier that day when we came across a decent sized gas station just across the railroad tracks. We stopped, and everything was going just fine till my sister and mother went into the gas station to use the restroom and buy the gas. My step father and I filled up the car and drove the car to a parking space in the parking lot to wait for my sister and mother. My step father and I talked about stuff I no longer remember what now. We ate some snacks and drank some cokes from the cooler we brought and had filled with various foodstuff for our trip

I went to go get a squeegee to clean off the windows, windshield, and rear windshield since they were fairly cloudy. I just got done cleaning the windshield when a gas store employee came out and told me to put up the squeegee because I was damaging. I told him that I was using it as intended so any damages are part of the normal wear and tear scheme of things. He demanded in a raised voice for me to quit cleaning the car's windshield, windows, and rear windshield. I told him in an equally stern voice, "No! I am not damaging the damn thing!". He told me he was calling the cops on me. I told him, "Pfft!". I finished cleaning the windshield, rear windshield, and windows when I figured I would clean off the tail lights and headlights too just out of spite for the guy before putting up the squeegee where I found it.

The cops who came were actually the Sheriff himself who had a Deputy with him. My step dad and I were seriously intimidated at this point figuring if the cops would be called out for something so minor as using a squeegee as intended then I might actually be shot and killed today. My step dad and I talked to the sheriff long enough for my sister and mother to come out of the gas station. The both of them were somewhat loud about trying to get to the bottom of things. The sheriff then came off his high horse, but still did his best to intimidate me specifically. About this time he called in the former sheriff of the county. This guy actually brought a small posse with him. The sheriff and former sheriff were somewhat loudly talking. I overheard the sheriff and former sheriff discuss how to deal with me since I am indeed a real werewolf to them.

My heart fell into the Abyss at this point. I just knew I was going to die today. Not because they what they somehow knew about me regardless if they were accurate or inaccurate, but because they were drop dead serious about calling me a werewolf. I swear it was some very serious divine intervention that allowed all of us to get out of that situation alive and well. The sheriff and his cohorts simply demanded my family and I get into our car and leave town never to return. He would personally escort us out of town. He really did escort us out of town with his lights on, but not his sirens on.

I have such a story, OP.

Back in early '05 my parents, my other sister, and I were coming back from my other sister's Army Boot Camp graduation in the Army base in Missouri. In the most north eastern tip part of Oklahoma from a freeway, or something like that anyways, we were needing to get more gas and some rest from all the activities earlier that day when we came across a decent sized gas station just across the railroad tracks. We stopped, and everything was going just fine till my sister and mother went into the gas station to use the restroom and buy the gas. My step father and I filled up the car and drove the car to a parking space in the parking lot to wait for my sister and mother. My step father and I talked about stuff I no longer remember what now. We ate some snacks and drank some cokes from the cooler we brought and had filled with various foodstuff for our trip

I went to go get a squeegee to clean off the windows, windshield, and rear windshield since they were fairly cloudy. I just got done cleaning the windshield when a gas store employee came out and told me to put up the squeegee because I was damaging. I told him that I was using it as intended so any damages are part of the normal wear and tear scheme of things. He demanded in a raised voice for me to quit cleaning the car's windshield, windows, and rear windshield. I told him in an equally stern voice, "No! I am not damaging the damn thing!". He told me he was calling the cops on me. I told him, "Pfft!". I finished cleaning the windshield, rear windshield, and windows when I figured I would clean off the tail lights and headlights too just out of spite for the guy before putting up the squeegee where I found it.

The cops who came were actually the Sheriff himself who had a Deputy with him. My step dad and I were seriously intimidated at this point figuring if the cops would be called out for something so minor as using a squeegee as intended then I might actually be shot and killed today. My step dad and I talked to the sheriff long enough for my sister and mother to come out of the gas station. The both of them were somewhat loud about trying to get to the bottom of things. The sheriff then came off his high horse, but still did his best to intimidate me specifically. About this time he called in the former sheriff of the county. This guy actually brought a small posse with him. The sheriff and former sheriff were somewhat loudly talking. I overheard the sheriff and former sheriff discuss how to deal with me since I am indeed a real werewolf to them.

My heart fell into the Abyss at this point. I just knew I was going to die today. Not because they what they somehow knew about me regardless if they were accurate or inaccurate, but because they were drop dead serious about calling me a werewolf. I swear it was some very serious divine intervention that allowed all of us to get out of that situation alive and well. The sheriff and his cohorts simply demanded my family and I get into our car and leave town never to return. He would personally escort us out of town. He really did escort us out of town with his lights on, but not his sirens on.

This wasn't Ada, OK was it?

About that onion place, its not even a town, its a road. Google covers the main road, cant go down, but it caught an interesting image
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Exactly right!

Wtf is that? A space shuttle?

I 2nd this, tried being friendly, just as white as they were, but always this "children of the corn" vibe "you are NOT one of us" in every small town in Utah we went through..

Look up Meadow mountains massacre in Google..

Klameth Falls, Newport, and Lincoln City in Oregon are all very creepy little towns. Lots of inbreds, hillbillies, and methheads in those three towns. Also from Eureka California Eastward almost to Redding and up to the California Oregon border is very scary and filled with inbred hillbillies and methheads and should be avoided at all costs. As well as all the shitholes in Southen California to

You're either an anchor baby or you live in San Fagcisco

Back in the 80's I had gone hunting in the Blackwater management area which was part of Eglin air base. I had finished my morning hunt and took off just looking around at some of the other areas that would be new for me to hunt.
I see these beautiful old growth pine trees as i head down a one road access. I get to a swing gate that was open but said No trespassing Federal Gov. Shit!
I looked around there weren't any side roads that i had passed in the half mile or so down this dirt road, No way can i turn around in the road, had nothing but a steep ditch on either side all the way down to this point, then up ahead i see not more than a half block a side road. I'll just go up here and turn back and head out. Moving through the swing gate i made it to the side road and was backing up to turn around. I rammed into the front of army jeep all camo WTF?

I'm a pretty good observer, I rarely miss seeing anything especially a Jeep. They had me blocked in and I'm sort of in shock? Where the Hell you guys come from? There had been no side roads that i passed and no damn way could they have gotten behind me or I would have seen them in my rear view.

Well! Before I even get out these two guys had their rifles trained on me. It went something like this. Sir! you are Trespassing on Federal Government Property!! Me: Fellows I understand that and if you noticed I was backing out to get the hell out of here since you can see I had no way of doing so and I rammed your jeep. They lowered their guns and they backed the jeep out. Letting me go.
I had checked the dirt road when leaving and I just never saw any track other than mine. I was stumped how they got there. There just wasn't a way to jump me like that without me seeing them.
Years on I found out they had all kinds of Special forces going out there to train etc. Just weird stuff how that happened.

My mother and father were vising my aunt and uncle once years ago (he was career AF). They lived in Ft Walton Beach. So, my aunt and uncle were giving them the nickel tour of the area and it was dark and they were out walking and came across a sacrificial ceremony. They sure got out of there fast. This happened somewhere around the base. They never would say exactly what they saw, but they were both pretty tough people, so it must have been bad if they were scared and freaked out.