{"id":1048,"date":"2021-03-24T18:12:47","date_gmt":"2021-03-24T22:12:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.writechriswrite.com\/?page_id=1048"},"modified":"2021-08-28T19:33:21","modified_gmt":"2021-08-28T23:33:21","slug":"how-to-summon-the-butter-street-hitchhiker","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.writechriswrite.com\/index.php\/how-to-summon-the-butter-street-hitchhiker\/","title":{"rendered":"How to Summon The Butter Street Hitchhiker"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">(With all urban legends, the disclaimer \u201cDo not try this at home\u201d is a given. That being said, I could probably prevent copycats by changing some of the details so that even if you managed to find the right pickup spot you wouldn\u2019t be able to summon the Hitchhiker. But hey, if you\u2019re adventurous, go for it. If you follow the rules it\u2019s perfectly safe, but the knowledge you gain may not be.)<\/span><\/i><br \/>\n<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"1052\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.writechriswrite.com\/index.php\/how-to-summon-the-butter-street-hitchhiker\/pexels-alex-fu-3289156\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writechriswrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/pexels-alex-fu-3289156-scaled.jpg?fit=2048%2C2560&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"2048,2560\" data-comments-opened=\"0\" data-image-title=\"\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writechriswrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/pexels-alex-fu-3289156-scaled.jpg?fit=819%2C1024&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-1052 alignright\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writechriswrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/pexels-alex-fu-3289156.jpg?resize=240%2C300&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"240\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writechriswrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/pexels-alex-fu-3289156-scaled.jpg?resize=240%2C300&amp;ssl=1 240w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writechriswrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/pexels-alex-fu-3289156-scaled.jpg?resize=819%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 819w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writechriswrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/pexels-alex-fu-3289156-scaled.jpg?resize=768%2C960&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writechriswrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/pexels-alex-fu-3289156-scaled.jpg?resize=1229%2C1536&amp;ssl=1 1229w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writechriswrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/pexels-alex-fu-3289156-scaled.jpg?resize=1639%2C2048&amp;ssl=1 1639w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writechriswrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/pexels-alex-fu-3289156-scaled.jpg?resize=1568%2C1960&amp;ssl=1 1568w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writechriswrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/pexels-alex-fu-3289156-scaled.jpg?w=2048&amp;ssl=1 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 240px) 100vw, 240px\" \/>There\u2019s an urban legend in my hometown about the ghost of a hitchhiker on Butter Street that will appear if you follow a series of instructions. Once summoned you drive him to his destination, and if you play the game right, he will answer an unknowable question for you. If you play it wrong, well, don\u2019t play it wrong.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There\u2019s an old gravel pit at the end of Butter Street, the water there is the deepest blue. It\u2019s almost like staring into the ocean, that\u2019s how deep it is. More than one car over the years has been dredged up from the depths there.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Officially these drivers all fell asleep at the wheel. Unofficially, the deaths from cars careening off the road into the gravel pit during the wee hours of the night only add more veracity to the urban legend. They were the poor souls who broke the Hitchhiker\u2019s rules.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">So far no one has pinpointed the origin of the legend. I\u2019ve reached out to the local historical society and searched through newspaper archives in the local library and haven\u2019t found any mentions of the Hitchhiker. It\u2019s a modern piece of folklore passed around coffee shops and diners in the early morning hours until it eventually made its way to high school cafeterias. It wasn\u2019t until someone posted about the Hitchhiker on a local Facebook group that people began sharing their experiences and the rules of how to summon him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But as more people shared their experiences, the details about the Hitchhiker varied from person to person. His clothes have switched up over the years, growing more modern. His speech doesn\u2019t reflect any particular era, no mannerisms or <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">23 skidoo<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> phrases to help date him. Sometimes he\u2019s in his late teens, sometimes he\u2019s much older. Even with these differences, everyone who claimed to have summoned the Hitchhiker swears that he was real.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The only common thread in all the stories of the Hitchhiker is that he\u2019s always wet when he enters the car, followed by what were always his first words to the driver:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s a bad night for rain.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">To which you reply, \u201cIs there ever a good night?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He laughs, and that\u2019s when you know you\u2019re playing the game.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But I\u2019m getting ahead of myself. I should go back to how I got him in the car.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The game starts by turning your car on exactly at midnight. Where doesn\u2019t matter, only when. And once the car is on, you can\u2019t get out, nor can you let anyone else in. Just you, in your car, at midnight.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">What comes next is a lot of waiting, because you have to be at the pickup point on Butter Street at exactly 3:00 am. That\u2019s right; three hours in the car. Those are the rules.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With three hours to kill, a lot of people show up early and cruise the road so they can time getting to the pickup spot at exactly 3am. But as the urban legend has grown in popularity, the local police will pull you over if they see your car circle back down Butter Street more than once. The local cops all know the rules, so if they pull you over they\u2019ll have you turn off your car and get out of the vehicle, thus ending the game.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">On the night I decided to summon him, I filled up my car at the gas station at 11:45, then went in and took advantage of the facilities to ensure I wouldn\u2019t need to make any pit stops before 3am. Then I waited in the parking lot until it was exactly midnight and started up my car.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I should add that it doesn\u2019t matter what type of car you drive, but a four-door car is better than a two-door or a pickup truck. You don\u2019t want to look directly at the Hitchhiker, not until the end of the trip. That\u2019s much easier to do if he\u2019s sitting in the back seat vs. sitting beside you.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I drove in a big loop around the county until it was time to head to the pick up, avoiding any of the known police traps to keep from having to try again another night. I kept my Maps program running on my phone so I knew exactly what time I had to make my way to Butter Street. I can\u2019t imagine how difficult it was to be an urban legend hunter before realtime GPS maps.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Sidenote: you can play with the radio on or off, it has no impact on the Hitchhiker. Radio on is best\u00a0 if you choose not to engage him. He can get quite loud and belligerent if you won\u2019t talk.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I pulled up to the pickup spot, stopped the car and then followed the summoning instructions. The rules posted online had small variations, but attempts that contained the following actions had the highest rate of success.<\/span><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li style=\"font-weight: 400;\" aria-level=\"1\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Leave the car on and in Drive but engage the emergency brake.<\/span><\/li>\n<li style=\"font-weight: 400;\" aria-level=\"1\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Turn off everything but the car (lights, air conditioning, radio, phone).<\/span><\/li>\n<li style=\"font-weight: 400;\" aria-level=\"1\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Unlock the car doors three times.<\/span><\/li>\n<li style=\"font-weight: 400;\" aria-level=\"1\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Roll down all the windows.<\/span><\/li>\n<li style=\"font-weight: 400;\" aria-level=\"1\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Press the brake pedal three times.<\/span><\/li>\n<li style=\"font-weight: 400;\" aria-level=\"1\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Turn the headlights back on.<\/span><\/li>\n<li style=\"font-weight: 400;\" aria-level=\"1\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Wait three minutes.<\/span><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">If he\u2019s not there by 3:03 am, you did something wrong.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With the lights off I noticed a fog rolling in. Whether it was part of the ritual or not I don\u2019t know, but it added a creepy aesthetic to waiting on a dark road at 3am for a ghostly Hitchhiker.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Other than the idling of my Subaru, the road was still and quiet. I even shallowed my breathing so I could listen for footsteps, giggling teenagers, other cars. But there was nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I never even heard the car door open. I only heard it shut.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s a bad night for rain,\u201d a voice said from the backseat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I felt every hair on my body stand up as a chill ran up the back of my neck. Over my stuttered breathing I could hear the steady drip of water from his pantleg hitting his shoe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I didn\u2019t turn around, but I stole a peek in the rearview mirror. He wasn\u2019t a big guy, maybe my height. He wore a red windbreaker and what looked like dark denim jeans. The rules said the mirror was fine as long as you didn\u2019t turn the lights on in the car. But never look him directly in the face, not until he\u2019s out of the car and ready to answer your question.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I gathered up my courage to reply back, but the words stuck in my throat. I cleared and tried again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIs there ever a good night?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A pause as I stared back in the mirror at the shape in my backseat. I held my breath, waiting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then after what felt like ages I saw his hand slap against his wet knee as he laughed. I let out the breath I was holding as I disengaged the parking brake.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHold up, put your wipers on, champ,\u201d he said. \u201cWith all that rain you won\u2019t see the road.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This was a scripted reply, part of the game.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cRight, sorry.\u201d Also a scripted response.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Despite his insistence on the rain, it was bone dry outside. Per the rules, I turned on my windshield wipers, setting them to their fastest setting. He settled back against the seat, laying his arm across the back window.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMind if I turn on the radio?\u201d I asked. This wasn\u2019t part of the game, but I figured it was best to ask and be polite.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s your ride,\u201d he said. His voice was a smooth baritone. \u201cOne request, no country please.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSure thing,\u201d I answered. I put on a local top 40 station.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I pulled back onto the road as the clock hit 3:03. I stole looks in the rearview mirror as often as I felt comfortable while still keeping the car on the road. Luckily this part of Butter Street was pretty straight and not a lot of traffic.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">From his voice and the hand tapping against the wet knee in the backseat, I could see he was a black man, mid-twenties, dressed like he came straight from 1996. Nothing like any of the descriptions I read on the Facebook post about the Hitchhiker.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhere are you headed?\u201d I asked. This was a scripted part of the game.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m headed to see my girl, I worked the late shift tonight, thought I\u2019d pop in to surprise her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His response to this question was always different. That, coupled with the fact that the appearance of the Hitchhiker seemed to shift led many to believe that it\u2019s not the same spirit every time.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I pulled up at the stop sign at the end of Butter Street.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYeah, you want to make a right here,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Other than following them, the destination and directions were irrelevant. The ride goes until 3:33am, when he tells you to pull over. I signaled and made the turn.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSo what\u2019s your story, man?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A scripted prompt, but how you reply was completely up to you. Some have ignored talking to him altogether, which apparently is not recommended. Some have shared a little out of politeness. Others have talked right up until drop off time, filling the air with their own words. The more you talk to him, the more he talks back. It doesn\u2019t impact the game, it just makes the journey a little more interesting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Even though I was driving a ghost, his voice was disarming, making him easy to talk to.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI have a day job that pays the bills, usual boring office stuff, but in my spare time I like to explore urban legends and haunted places. Go out looking for proof of life after death.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAw, for real? Damn, that sounds spooky as hell.\u201d Unscripted reply.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. In the rearview mirror I could see the sleeves of his windbreaker were shredded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat\u2019s the scariest thing you\u2019ve seen? Take a right up here.\u201d Unscripted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I wanted to say <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cbesides this?\u201d<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> but I held my tongue. All indications from everyone who has played the Hitchhiker\u2019s game say that he was unaware of his situation. He\u2019s just a passenger getting a ride to his destination. Attempts to get him to recognize his ghostly predicament do not go well, so I do not advise bringing it to his attention.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I took the next right as I continued my story.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAbout two years ago, I was on an overnight ghost hunt at the Ohio State Reformatory, it\u2019s an old prison up in Mansfield, where they filmed Shawshank Redemption,\u201d I said. I figured if he was from the 90s, he might remember the movie. \u201cSo there\u2019s a group of six of us on the tour and we\u2019re over in the administration wing, and I felt this hand press into my back, like it was guiding me forward.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh hell no, my ass would be gone up out of there, I ain\u2019t even playing.\u201d Unscripted response.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It\u2019s about this time that I realized that all the street lights were off. Not just the lights on the streets; everything was dark. Granted it was the middle of the night, but we drove past a Taco Bell that was open twenty minutes ago when I passed by on my way to Butter Street. Now, it was completely dark, not a single car in the parking lot.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That\u2019s the second thing I noticed, no cars. We\u2019ve driven fifteen minutes without passing a single car. Not only were there no cars on the road, there weren\u2019t any cars in any driveways or parking lots. As we rolled by a Ford dealership, the entire lot was empty. It\u2019s like we\u2019d stepped completely out of reality into a different one.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSo what did you do?\u201d Unscripted. I\u2019d got his interest apparently.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I continued the story. \u201cI turn and look and no one is behind me, but I can smell rose scented perfume. Apparently one of the ghosts there is the wife of the warden. She was killed when the warden\u2019s gun went off by accident. It fell out of the closet, went off and shot her in the lung.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThat is crazy, man. But I can feel why she might be hanging around still, you know what I\u2019m sayin\u2019? Like she\u2019s got some unfinished business and shit because her life was cut short like that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We rode in silence for a bit, I don\u2019t know for how long. I tried looking back at him in the mirror but he hung to the shadows.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then I felt his cold breath against my neck, sending shivers up my spine.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCould you imagine what that\u2019s like?\u201d He said. Unscripted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d I replied, also unscripted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHaving your life cut short like that due to the careless act of another human being? That\u2019s pretty fucked up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Unscripted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My heart thudded against my chest. Did I mess up? Did I not follow the rules? Did he-<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He laughed and sat back in his seat. \u201cI\u2019m just playin\u2019 man. You need to relax.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I felt his hands gripping my shoulders, giving them a little rub. They were cold as ice. He patted my shoulder and sat back. I felt a trickle of water go down my back from the cold wet spots on my shoulder where he grabbed me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh this right, coming up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He leaned forward, pointing at the road. His skin was ashy and his thumbnail was split to the nailbed. The smell of wet loam wafted into the front of the cabin. I made the turn.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I peeked at the clock on my dashboard. It was 3:29, only four minutes to go.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou got any family?\u201d He asked. Scripted. I felt my heart leave my throat and drop back into my chest, we were back on script.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI used to. Just me now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThat\u2019s tough, I know. Before my girl, I was all alone. I don\u2019t know what I\u2019d do if I didn\u2019t have her. Life would be\u2026 empty.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Unscripted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A quiet stillness followed, like he was hit by a pang of remorse. For a moment it was so quiet I wasn\u2019t sure if he was still back there, but then I felt his wet cold hand clap me on my shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBut don\u2019t worry, man. You seem like an okay dude, going out of your way to help a young man like myself on a rainy night like this. I\u2019m sure you\u2019ll find someone. Just takes time.\u201d Unscripted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We rode in silence as I stole glances down at the clock on the dash. As soon as the time flipped to 3:33am, I heard his weight shift as he leaned forward.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh this is me, up here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He pointed to a spot up the road. There was nothing there, no house, or driveway, not even a place to pull off.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I pulled the car onto the shoulder and eased to a stop. As I did when I picked him up, I turned off the lights, radio and engaged the parking brake, leaving the car in drive. You don\u2019t have to bother with the locking and unlocking three times or the business with the brake pedal. Just unlock.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Also, and this was very important, don\u2019t watch him get out, don\u2019t look at him in the rearview mirror, don\u2019t do anything but look down at your hands on the steering wheel. Keep them on the wheel, ten and two. And wait.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This time I heard the car door open and slam shut, followed by the sound of his shoes against the gravel as he walked around the front of the car to the driver\u2019s side. I wanted to look up, but I managed to fight the urge by counting the seams on the steering wheel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThanks for the ride. Do you have a question for me?\u201d he asked. Scripted. It was still his voice, but unlike our previous conversation it was completely devoid of personality or emotion.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Once you completed the ride, you were allowed to ask him a question. It has to be something personal but unknowable. You can\u2019t ask for lottery numbers or things like that. People have supposedly asked about locations of lost heirlooms, the exact date and time of their death, the fate of long lost relatives, all sorts of personal questions they\u2019d have no other way of knowing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">For the second time that night, the words failed to leave my throat. I took a deep breath and swallowed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIs she at peace?\u201d I asked, then without thinking I added, \u201cdoes she blame me?\u201d My words were barely above a whisper, but I knew he heard me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After you ask, then and only then are you allowed to look directly at him. So I did.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I felt all the color drain from my face as I looked up.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Hitchhiker had no face at all. Only two shiny black spots where his eyes should be. He had no mouth, no nose, nothing else. Just two quarter sized black pools of what looked like liquid ink where his eyes should be, and they reflected every star in the sky. I couldn\u2019t look away from those eyes, even though I very much wanted to.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThat\u2019s two questions, my friend,\u201d he replied. Unscripted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My heart jumped back into my throat. I broke the rules. I fucked up. I asked two questions!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I was paralyzed staring up into his face. I sat looking up at him for what felt like hours.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I pulled back a little as his hands moved up to the sides of his face below his ears. I thought for a moment he might rip off his false face and reveal another, more terrifying one.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He didn\u2019t remove his face. Instead, he pulled his hoodie up over his head, returning his empty face to the shadows.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBut since you were kind enough to save me from walking all this way in the rain, I\u2019ll answer you.\u201d Unscripted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Before I could exhale a sigh of relief, he gripped the door frame and leaned down so I was staring directly into his empty eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe\u2019s not at peace; and she does blame you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Even with the hood up, I could still see every last star in the night sky in those inky black pools. I can\u2019t fully capture what I saw in them. It was like staring at both vast infiniteness and vast nothingness. They held everything and nothing at the same time. His eyes were like staring into eternity.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As he stood up from the window, I let out the breath I was holding. My hands shook as I pulled them off the steering wheel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDrive safe.\u201d Scripted reply. The last thing he says before he leaves.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He walked away behind the car. You can watch him walk in the rearview mirror, but don\u2019t turn around or get out or try to follow him. I watched until he disappeared into the darkness and waited until I could no longer hear his footsteps against the gravel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When I turned on my headlights I realized I was back on Butter Street, parked on the side of the road next to the drop off for the gravel pit. This was always where you ended up after the Hitchhiker leaves.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">All I had to do was release the parking break and the car would roll towards the drop off, gaining speed until it launched off the cliff into the deep blue water waiting below.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I don\u2019t know how long I sat there with my hand on the parking brake release, contemplating his answer to my question.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But then, I saw them. Headlights. A car was coming up the road towards me. The cars were back, as were the streetlights and houselights. I was back from wherever the Hitchhiker took me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I locked eyes with the driver as they drove by, having one of those weird moments where time seems to slow down. It was enough to jolt me back to reality. I released the parking brake and aimed my car back onto the road. I got home a little after 5am.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I tried to sleep but was too worked up from my adventure so I called in sick. I laid in bed all day, thinking about the Hitchhiker, his words, and all those cars that end up in the gravel pit on Butter Street.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Maybe those cars aren\u2019t from people who played the game wrong.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Maybe they all played it right, but couldn\u2019t handle his response to their question.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It\u2019s been three days since I picked up the Hitchhiker. I can still smell the wet loam in my car, and his muddy footprints in the floorboard of the backseat are still there.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As I write this, I look up from my laptop to the photo of my Abigail, taken two weeks before she died. She\u2019s beautiful, smiling and happy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe\u2019s not at peace; and she does blame you.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It\u2019s my favorite photo of her. I think I\u2019ll take it with me when I take a drive later tonight.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I\u2019m going back to see the Hitchhiker. I have a hunch, and I don\u2019t know if it\u2019s relevant, but I feel it\u2019s important to share with anyone reading this that I\u2019m wearing a gray Adidas hoodie and jeans. If somebody out there reading this picks up the Hitchhiker later on and sees something similar in get in their backseat, well, then I guess we\u2019ve solved part of the mystery.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">If you do pick up the Hitchhiker, I hope you get the answer you\u2019re searching for.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As I look outside the skies are cloudy, but I hope the weather holds up for a drive later.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It\u2019s a bad night for rain.<\/span><em><br \/>\n<\/em><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 10pt;\"><em>External Links:<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 10pt;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.reddit.com\/r\/nosleep\/comments\/9qejeg\/how_to_summon_the_butter_street_hitchhiker\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong>How to Summon The Butter Street Hitchhiker<\/strong><\/a> &#8211; Voted Best Story October 2018 on NoSleep<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 10pt;\"><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.thenosleeppodcast.com\/episodes\/s12\/12x06\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">NoSleep Podcast Season 12 Episode 06<\/a>\u00a0<\/strong>&#8211; performed by Atticus Jackson &amp; Mark Berry.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 10pt;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=jkX8vYoOJuE\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong>Youtube Narration by The Dark Somnium<\/strong><\/a> &#8211; 69k views, 4.7k Likes<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(With all urban legends, the disclaimer \u201cDo not try this at home\u201d is a given. 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