Last winter, I got into a massive fight with my girlfriend while we were out driving, and she dumped me out in the middle of the mountains. I thought she would turn right back around to pick me up, but she never came back, and my cell phone was still inside her car.
It was the middle of the night and no cars were passing by, so I had no choice but to walk down the mountain. Wanting to take any shortcut I could find, I chose a gravel path instead of the asphalt road. The path was barely wide enough for a single car, and the grass was overgrown. It had clearly been abandoned for a long time. It was hard to walk on, freezing, and terrifying. I regretted taking it, but turning back to trudge up the slope now seemed even more exhausting.
Then, I saw a light. As I got closer, I saw it was a Wagon R. The car was facing away from me, its headlights illuminating the road ahead. Was she out of gas? Surely she had her cell phone on her. Thinking that, I walked around to the front of the car.
The moment I called out, "Excuse me—," I regretted it. A woman was digging a hole.
I froze in place, my mind racing: *If I run away, is she going to kill me?*
"What are you doing?" The woman spoke to me first.
I explained what happened and asked if I could borrow her phone, but there was no signal. Wanting nothing more than to just escape from there, I said, "Well, I'm in a hurry," and started to walk away.
"…Help me." With those single words from the woman, I lost my chance to run.
"Just a little bit more, help me out, and I'll give you a ride back." As she said this, for some reason, the woman was holding a shovel up high in her right hand. If I refused, it looked like she would bring it down on me.
I dug desperately. While I was digging, the woman kept talking to me. I don't remember what she was talking about, but I'm pretty sure it was just meaningless chatter. She seemed to love to talk and asked me all sorts of things, but feeling like it wouldn't be good if my real background came out, I just made up random lies.
I finally finished digging the hole. The woman went to her car and brought back a bag. I thought a corpse was going to come out, but I was wrong. A massive amount of hair spilled out. It was so much that it didn't seem like it could belong to just one person.
"Are you a hairdresser?" I asked fearlessly, but she remained silent, which was terrifying in its own way. She pulled a lot of things out of the car and threw them away. There were even children's items, and finally, she threw away a cooler box. My heart pounded, wondering if a baby was inside it.
Without ever knowing what any of it was really about, I was eventually given a ride back and dropped off.
Earlier this year, a paper bag was left in front of my house. When I opened it, it was full of human hair. The moment I saw it, I was reminded of what happened in the mountains. Could it just be a coincidence?
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It's me from post 112. Does anyone remember? I'm the guy who got dumped in the mountains after a huge fight with his girlfriend.
I recently told this story to a senior colleague at work I've grown close to, and it seemed to trigger his curiosity. He suddenly suggested, "Let's go to that place and dig up the hole."
Honestly, the whole "paper bag full of hair" incident had really shaken me up, and I didn't want anything to do with it. But my senior insisted, "Well, at least tell me where it is," and before I knew it, the conversation had escalated to a point of no return. In the end, I was forced to go along with it.
On our way home from work, the three of us—two senior colleagues and myself—headed toward the mountains. When we reached the mountain road, a chain had been put up blocking entry, but my senior just got out, removed the chain, and our Surf plowed right through the grass, which was even more overgrown than last year, pushing deeper and deeper.
Well, it's not like I remember the exact spot anyway. If we just dig somewhere random and nothing comes up, my senior will give up, right? That's what I was thinking. But the spot the woman had supposedly been digging in had grass that was obviously shorter, and the color of the dirt was different. Anyone could tell right away that something had been disturbed.
"This has got to be it." "Point the car headlights here. Let's dig and get it over with."
My seniors' eyes gleamed as they started digging furiously. I wanted to go home as fast as possible, so I just dug without thinking. With three guys, we were able to unearth the things the woman had thrown away in no time at all.
It was dark back then so I hadn't seen it clearly, but there were far more items than I had realized. And then, the cooler box—the one I had been most worried about—appeared.
When we forced the cooler box open, a dark liquid splashed out. One of my seniors dropped the box, and all of the black water spilled onto the ground.
"Huh? What? Is this it?" "What the hell, I was expecting a corpse or something." My senior looked deeply disappointed.
"This isn't a novel; reality is pretty underwhelming," I thought to myself as we filled the hole back up and drove down the mountain.
On the way home, one of my seniors suddenly started screaming, "It hurts! My hand hurts!" It was the hand that had been splashed with the black water when he forced the cooler box open.
Panicking and turning pale, we rushed to the nearest hospital. After an examination, it turned out to be just a mild burn. We were relieved, but in the end, the mystery remained a mystery, and nothing was ever resolved.
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