We drove into a cemetery twice and those women kept following us

okay so this is a real story that happened to my friend's family and I'm still thinking about it.

Summer after freshman year of high school. My friend was supposed to go on a family trip. That summer had been raining constantly but nobody expected it to get THAT bad, so they were just hyped waiting for departure day.

Triip day comes. Fifteen-seater van, uncle driving, aunts, cousins, my friend's family all packed in. They're going good for a while and then the rain just EXPLODES. Like, we're talking Han River floodplain levels of rain. My uncle's like nope, we're not making it, and turns the van around.

But they'd already driven pretty far from home so he's worried about getting stuck on flooded main roads. Decides to take a shortcut through the mountains instead.

It gets dark. Like, properly dark. And the mountain road he chose is getting absolutely HAMMERED with rain. Steam's rising off the ground, visibility's gone, whole thing looks like a horror movie scene.

They keep driving but the road just... doesn't appear. Feels like they're just circling the same mountain over and over.

Then they see something. In the pouring rain, two women in white dresses are running toward the van. Through the cracked window my uncle can hear what sounds like their laughter. Dude, idk why but he STOPS THE VAN and asks them how to get home.

Like. These women give off WEIRD energy. Genuinely unsettling. But they're super nice about it, explain the route, even tell him to be careful because the roads are rough. Whatever.

Uncle drives for like an hour following their directions and then...

They pull up to a cemetery. Full stop. Everyone in the van just FREEZES. My uncle's shaking, everyone's confused as hell.

He's like okay screw this, does a U-turn and suddenly there's someone in the headlights. THE SAME TWO WOMEN. They're like oh sorry we gave you the wrong directions, we came after you to fix it.

Uncle's pissed after an HOUR of driving but fine, they give new directions again.

He drives for another hour.

They arrive at... a cemetery. Again.

The cousins start CRYING. Everyone's shaking. This is happening.

Suddenly someone's tapping on the window. Those women. Just standing there. Smiling. Saying something. My uncle absolutely LOSES IT, floors it down whatever random path is in front of them.

Now he can hear their laughter coming through the cracked window again, following the van. Just... behind them.

They drive for hours like this until finally, FINALLY they find an actual exit and get out of the mountains.

My friend and his family still can't talk about that night without getting weird about it. This was like 2026 when it happened and they're still not over it.