The National Highway's Phantom Milestone: A Supernatural Odyssey
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a long, eerie shadow over the desolate stretch of the National Highway. The group of friends, fueled by youthful exuberance and a hint of mischief, had decided to embark on a late-night road trip. The moon hung low in the sky, and the stars seemed to twinkle with a sinister glint. As they drove deeper into the night, the silence was broken only by the distant hum of the tires on the asphalt.
Their excitement grew as they neared the legendary Phantom Milestone, a place rumored to be haunted by the spirits of those who met their fate on this treacherous road. The milestone itself was a weathered stone, covered in moss and etched with faded symbols that seemed to whisper secrets of a bygone era.
The driver, Alex, navigated the car with a steady hand, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "We're almost there," he called out to his friends, who sat in the backseat, their faces illuminated by the glow of their phones.
As the car approached the milestone, a chilling breeze swept through the vehicle, causing the hair on their arms to stand on end. The symbols on the stone seemed to pulse with a life of their own, and the air was thick with an unsettling energy.
"Let's get a picture," suggested Sarah, the most adventurous of the group. She reached for her phone, but before she could take the shot, the screen flickered and went dark.
"Sarah, what's happening?" asked Tom, his voice tinged with a hint of fear.
Sarah's fingers shook as she tried to turn on her phone again, but it remained stubbornly lifeless. The group exchanged worried glances, and the silence in the car became oppressive.
Suddenly, the car's engine sputtered and died. The engine was silent, and the car rolled to a halt. The friends were thrown forward by the sudden stop, their heads colliding with the dashboard. The car was stuck in the middle of the road, surrounded by the darkness of the night.
"Let's check the engine," Alex said, his voice steady despite the circumstances. He climbed out of the car and approached the engine, his flashlight casting a dancing beam of light on the milestone.
The symbols seemed to glow brighter as Alex examined the engine, and then, without warning, the milestone began to move. It rolled away from the road, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. The friends watched in horror as the stone object came to a stop several feet away, its symbols now facing them.
"Is this real?" whispered Tom, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.
The air grew colder, and the symbols on the milestone seemed to pulse with an even brighter light. A voice, faint at first, then growing louder, echoed through the night. "You have entered the realm of the forgotten."
The friends exchanged worried glances, their fear growing with each passing moment. The voice continued, "You must choose: face the darkness or be consumed by it."
Sarah's eyes widened as she looked at the symbols. "What do we do?"
Tom turned to Alex, his face pale. "We need to go back to the car and get our phones. We need to call for help."
But as they turned to leave, the milestone began to move again, this time towards them. The voice echoed through the night, "Your fate is sealed. You will not escape."
The friends scrambled backwards, their hearts pounding in their chests. The milestone reached out, its hand made of stone reaching towards them. The air was filled with a chilling wind, and the symbols glowed with a fierce intensity.
In a desperate bid to escape, Alex, Sarah, and Tom ran towards the car, but it was too late. The milestone's hand closed around them, and they were pulled into the darkness.
The car's headlights flickered, then went out. The friends were gone, swallowed by the night and the mysterious Phantom Milestone.
As dawn approached, the milestone stood silent, its symbols glowing with an eerie light. The National Highway's Phantom Milestone was no longer a legend; it was a haunting truth, a testament to the supernatural power that lay hidden in the darkness of the night.
The story of the Phantom Milestone spread like wildfire, becoming the stuff of urban legend. And for those who dared to venture near, the warning was clear: Beware the Phantom Milestone, where the boundaries between the living and the dead blur, and the supernatural is very much alive.
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