My young daughter and I were late coming to the Outer Banks Islands
in North Carolina for our vacation rental. I was searching for the real
estate office to get the keys, but could not find the office for quite
some time as it was only a cottage set way back from the road. Drove
back and forth over the same stretch of road until a dogman stepped out in
front of our car and blocked us. Nobody believes me, but I got a good
look. It was less than 10 feet away from me. The whole road trip was
weird from the start to the end.
Tori Lachman
Time: 3 AM
Date: 7/20/1997