Visions on Skinner Lane - Real story

two nights ago, i went for a drive with my two friends, moss and hollis. moss has warned me before that they have “glitchy,” reality altering experiences on the road. we’ve had some weird times but nothing scary or unsettling.

moss prompted us with a destination to meet this liminal, glitchy goal. moss shares an experience about driving in a small hamlet of southern NY, about how passing through this oddly flat, plains like area, with roads that go to other realities observed by company they've driven with before. we decided this was our destination.

 we made it there, and met a road called “Skinner lane”, the street sign was oddly 45ft in the air on a telephone pole. there were two active industrial/warehouse type buildings we passed. after a longer drive on this road however, it opened up in a way that is unlike any other road i had seen. it was similar to an airfield but there were abandoned crop fields surrounding us. the road opened up to two dilapidated intersections around an unclear, confusing emptiness. there were more warehouses and old vehicles ahead of us, except these ones were disheveled and clearly not in use. we were surrounded by a barren landscape, with a thin and far out lining of trees bordering the abandoned crops and the road from which we previously turned.

bare in mind, we were very excited to see weird things. we had no fear or anxieties going in, only joy and curiosity.

simultaneously, non reactive to one another, an intense urgency hits all of us at once. hollis calmly says “moss, i’ll tell you when we're off this road..we need to go now.”
moss says “i agree. we have to leave right now.”
we shared with one another once we made it off Skinner lane. moss and i both had visions and all of us had this beyond intuitive, intense physical feeling. we bolted out of that entire town at 80mph if not more, until the feeling started to fade slowly.

TW - mentions of intense harm

the warning we seemed to feel was that there was some kind of inhuman, but human led crime going on there. something horrific and brutal.
we felt as if sex trafficking, organ trafficking or people (specifically afab bodied) were dying there with malicious cause.. and that if we had stayed any longer, we were going to encounter whatever danger may have been present.
i saw visions of torture, r*pe and murder. we all felt nauseous, and our nerves were frayed. my body was ringing like a gun shot, however nothing of significance in the physical realm happened.

i’ve never felt such blood curdling fear for no apparent reason.
none of us are the type to get psyched out, as we are all deranged individuals who love discomforts in reality, and have experienced genuine traumas and horrors.

one day i will return to Skinner lane and find out more, but i will go back armed and prepared.

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