The Man At The Crossroads
There is a certain road near the Everglades in Florida, which, if you drive down it alone in the rain, day or night, you will suddenly have a very real feeling of being completely lost. Your radio will turn to static, your CDs will skip, and your tapes will play slower than normal. If you try to find a map in your car, it will have mysteriously vanished. If you continue forward down the road for more than a minute, you will find that you can’t turn around, and everything behind you is pitch dark. There are no other roads and no other cars. Continuing down the road, you will come upon a fork with no signposts. In the middle of the fork, there will be a man, covered head to foot in various pieces of clothing. The only skin visible will be around his eyes, which will be bright green. You must get out of your car, but do not turn it off or close the door after you. You must approach the man, but stop at least three feet away. You must stand there silently, waiting for him to speak first. If you break the silence first, you will find yourself back on a main road, but you will die within 24 hours. If he speaks first, he will ask you what you require. Tell him that you need to know which road will take you to your destination. He will then ask you what you will offer him in exchange for his assistance.
If you offer him a ride, he and your car will disappear, and you will become the new guardian of the crossroad. If you offer him an umbrella, he will take it and stab you through the chest. If you offer him your love, he will take your heart still beating from your chest and eat it, condemning you to walk the earth without a heart, insane from the pain and loss. You must offer him your loyalty and kneel before him. If you do this, he will close his eyes and bow in return, extending a hand to whichever path will lead you back to safety. If you try to run from him, you will be dead before you reach your car, and your body will be found back in your car in some random location.
The Man At The Crossroads,
Hello.
In some encounters death is the most sensible choice.
Sensibility, most thankfully, is a highly uncommon commodity.
This one was pretty good. Instructable Creepypastas are usually more fun.
What happens if I run the fucker over?
Ahahahaha!
”Then he will die a grisly death”
Than, he shall appear in ur car, and snap ur neck and set it on fire in a random place.
if you u get lost and see just say candle jack and he will save y
I would try this out but
nah.
I should wonder what the price of being loyal to a murderous guardian of some foreboding crossroads is.
Minimum wage, probably.
So what does my loyalty mean? What do I have to do for him? Death still might be better…
I like this one but it is probley not true
Hippie… if you actually believe all of these… then
just for the love of god don’t give it your name.
hi
What if we give him a cake?
Or if we just don’t get outta the car?
Why would you offer him an umbrella? That’s a bit odd.
Cause it’s rsining, duh -.-
what if i offer him the finest tasting beets that i grow in my house
If you offered him the finest beets you grow… He would BEAT you with them!
(rim shot)
Not bad hey?
My GPS will save me the trouble of asking.
Well, JJ, considering the story states that your CDs skip and your radio ceases to function, as well as the fact that any maps you might’ve had disappear, I think it’s also safe to assume your GPS device will be of no use.
I don’t get this….you go to a crossroud and meet this weird man and you give him your loyalty and you don’t get anything in return that’s gay.
Creepy. I ran into a road like that a few years back, with a road number that didn’t exist (believe me or not I dun care)… no man though… fortunately.
Uh he keeps you alive
I like this one. One of the nicest thing about it are the uncertanty and doom in the story. You may find yourself on this road someday, and there is no easy way out. Death or loyalty to a demon or whatevet that guy is. Yeah, this one is nice.
Fuck him. I’d kill him and go.
As much as I don’t want to, I can’t help but think of the old blues legend of selling your soul to the Devil at a crossroads. I just can’t get past the idea of it enough to enjoy this creepypasta.
I wish I was a great guitar player with blues fame!
I liked this one.
I actually DO know why i like it, and that really DOES make me feel better. It really is ironic, seeing as I would pledge my allegiance to the man.
Sure, undying loyalty isn’t my first choice, but it is one of my favorite Whoism. I look at things in Creepypastas much the same way Doctor Who would, looking for the route that will enlist me in the most fun. That’s pretty much why I like this one so much.
You mean he doesn’t take you to hell to have a guitar battle with Steve Vai?
… Isn’t this how Ghost Rider came into being?
WHO WAS ROAD?
IT’S RAINING.