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

Potlatch Idaho.

Cairo Il,has a wall around it like in king kong or something with giant gates.It's a mix of ghetto and low income whites who hate each other.The wall is for floods but gives the whole town a post apocalypse vibe.Supposedly Egyptian relics and glyphs in the area.

That's the weirdest. Trying to visit it by Google Street View only shows an almost black view.

You are lucky you got out.

If you see that town or one very like it in a movie sometime, look very carefully for clues meant just for you. P

Back highway in western Nebraska back in the 80s. I pulled into a little diner in some small town and parked. It was about 1 pm and the windows all had red and white checked tablecloth type curtains that were pulled wide open.

I parked right under one of the windows and started collecting all the soda cans and trash from the long drive as I wanted to throw it all out in the trash can out front. I climbed out and took the trash to the can and proceeded up to the glass front door. The sign said OPEN but the door was locked and had the same red and white curtains so I couldnt see inside.

I stepped back and looked down the row of table windows that I had just seen with wide open curtains and every window had the curtains pulled closed.

It was so bizarre and creepy that I didnt even bother to knock or question it. I just quickly got back into my car and left. Whoever was inside didnt want any customers that they didnt know.

oh, it is dark alright - some kids decided to go through there and video with a cell phone. It became national then, many others tried to do the same. Most of the videos have been scrubbed.

Some teens where attacked when they went and this is what the police have to say:

State police investigator Eric Schaefer said it wasn't the first time out-of-towners were attacked by local residents. "My advice is simple," said the investigator, "If you're not a resident of Oniontown, stay away."

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Reassuring to know that YOU have it all figured out! So, what's your plan for the REST of the World? And how about yourself? I think you'll be really lonely up there in your own little personal heaven, smelling your own farts all day for the rest of Eternity.

It's OK, the rest of us won't miss you a bit.

Exactly right!

Amazing and delightful thread!

In 1994 I had just gotten out of the military and was traveling home across the states in a small moving truck.

At a really high elevation in Montana I encountered a brutal snow storm so I stopped at a truck stop. It was about midnight. The place was a ghost town and it was snowing so bad I could barely make out the lights of the store.

I set up camp in the cargo hold of the truck and walked to the store to see if they had beer. I wasn’t quite 21 yet but the lone girl at the checkout didn’t care. We chatted for a minute and she was like ya know if you want you can come in the back real quick. She acted shy with a smile.

I said sure and walked around the counter. She sat me in an office chair and took her clothes off like it wasn’t nothing. She disrobed me and straddled me through the arm rests of the chair. Back then using a rubber was an afterthought.

We both got our rocks off. She was cute and petite. Not huge boobs but they were nice. I never got her name or anything.

I went out to my truck, pounded a 6 pack and passed out. Continued on my way the next morning.

Not quite the same, but, still really creepy towns to go through;

In Ecuador, the Indigenous people are governed by their own laws and not that of modern society. So, If they kill someone or chop off their hand or whatever, they can't be prosecuted by our courts.

So, before entering these Indigenous towns there are signs that warn that it is self-governed and the signs feature people having their hands cut off or being beheaded.

Our friend who lives there said that we should always make sure we have plenty of gas, keep our windows rolled completely up, radio not too loud, no photos, and get through town as invisibly and quickly as possible.

There are several of these cities, and, the signs are small and only in Spanish....

This was probably late 90's or early 2000's I was traveling for work and took a wrong turn and ended up in Noxapater MS. I think I was the only white person in the town and I only stopped at a service station to look at my map to figure out how to get the hell out of there. But I got the go to hell look from all the locals and was glad to be on my way as soon as possible.

They were always nice and would guide me out of the area like a lost duckling when that happened.

I like the south.

Unlike the north where the only thing I had protecting me from a mob of psychos was their crack dealer.

My friend had moved to a bumfuck village out in the middle of the forests of Sweden.
He invited me to this village, it sucked ass but he now lived in a gigantic house, he used to be a poor shit like the rest of us but houses out in the sticks are cheap, even the very large ones.

Anyway, the bumfuck village had a disco for the inbreds, my friend wanted to go "it will be fun he said" I already knew this was a bad idea I didn't wanna go.

We end up going to this disco.
We enter and the DJ basically halts the music screeching (turntables), all the bumfuck villagers look to the door at me and my friend.

It was like a scene from the Invasion of the Body Snatchers, surreal.

"CITYFOLKS!" they screamed in unison and pointed at us.

This was long before any immigrant scum had came and polluted the countryside.

My friend just says "Run"

And I'm like WTF is happening here and start running.

200 village idiots is now on the hunt out for blood and I have no clue why other than "Cityfolk", we ran straight into the thick woods and managed to get away from these bumfucks by hiding for a couple hours.
Fear will make you outrun your opponents and having grown up playing in the woods especially hide and seek games (the poor hoods in Sweden are usually at the edge of the city, that's where we grew up, so it was city and countryside combined).

I never went back to my friends place after that.
He somehow managed to survive (they did move to a larger town) and now as an adult he's back in the City.

Still to this day don't know what triggered these inbred villagers.

Two Guns, Arizona. Was a pit-stop and appears to have had a small zoo. In ruins now, a bit creepy.

When I was stationed in Korea in the Army, I used to like to go long distance running in the countryside; I always found that running was like taking a tour of my own choosing. The Korean tradition when burying relatives is to not dig too deep into the earth, but to instead create "happy mounds" over the grave site. These are generally 3 - 5 feet in height. I was out running in a rural area, and found a trail that seemed reasonably well traveled. The trail passed through what appeared to be a dozen or so happy mounds, and a short ways away what appeared to be a sizable farm house with several associated agricultural buildings. I guess that common graveyards aren't so common in Korea, and those that have enough land just bury their family members on their land. I guess the really creepy part was to be out on a pleasant run, only to be suddenly surrounded by happy mounds.

Where was this?

I used to live in Indiana, Pa when I went to tech school... Just outside of town was a resovoir and some woods that were being logged. We used to take our trucks and 4x4s and go out the logging roads and party in the middle of nowhere. One night my friends and I piled in my Blazer and went out to smoke/drink. We were really far back this one road when a blue Grand Prix pulled up with two blonde chicks. They got out and started talking with us, next thing you know we're all smoking/drinking and they've got the stereo in my trucked cranked and they're dancing having a good time... About an hour goes by and the one girl looks at me and says we should follow them back to their place where all their other girlfriends are at...

We all decide this is a good idea, and we follow these chicks to the other side of the resovoir where they say the live. We pull up to a gate that says "Absolutely No Trespassing", no house in sight, just another long dirt road. The one hops out and opens the gate and tells us to drive through... We kind of all at the same time got a weird vibe and took off.

I have no idea till this day if we missed out on a house full of chicks or missed out on being chopped to pieces in some psycho's basement.

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.

Northern California we were driving up #1 and decided to cut back into the interior to 101 and back down to SF. It looked like about 50 miles on the map. What we didn't know at the time is that it was 5 hours over twisting turning roads to go that 50 miles as the crow flies.

About half way there in the middle of absolute nowhere we come up on this huge cult compound. Surrounded by a 10 foot chain link fence with yellow cloth on it so you couldn't see in. All we could see was the tops of the shining golden buildings. Must have been millions of dollars worth of buildings in there. It was no collection of plywood shit shacks. We only saw one person out for a walk just down the street. He gave us a neighborly wave as we went by.

We didn't stop, but it was a strange sight to see out there. No idea who or what outfit that was. There was no sign out front.

What would of been ironic is if they turned out to be more friendly than U.S. black ops agents on a black ops site.

The largest crop of nuts in the US is grown in California. 'Tis true!

This and the small community I live in. It's like wrong turn kinda shit around here. I was at the only store a few months back and a guy came up that I knew. He had a dude in his trunk of his car and asked if I'd help him out. Of course I said hell no boy. Turn that man lose. He said fuck you Joe in gonna finish him off. Called me a pussy and speed off. I was like fuck it. It's the South.

Creepy!

Well now you probably have a kid somewhere.

LIKE MOST OF eXistenZ….

lynch, ky.

Yep! It's scary to know that there are probably legitimate looking people out there holding up to authoritative jobs who are actual werewolf, demon, and/or other type of supernatural hunters more or less in their spare time in real life. I don't think that sheriff and his former sheriff friend were LARPing either. Being threatened to go jail for no valid reason at that point too seriously helped to motivate me to get in the car and leave town for good. Just remember, everyone, even the most sane looking of people can be a jumble of frayed sparking wires in their heads.

I'm only about an hour and a half away from there. .. Where is it specifically? What road or.roads?

And she's fuckin' some stranger in the back of the store.