Horror Story | Google Maps Keep Sending us to Random Locations | No Sleep (r/nosleep)

Horror Story | Google Maps Keep Sending us to Random Locations | No Sleep (r/nosleep)


Google Maps kept trying to send us to some
random location. My husband and I were driving home from a
concert one night. He asked me to check our ETA on his phone,
and I knew it had to be wrong as soon as I saw it. Did you add a stop? I asked. No, why? It’s telling us it’ll take six hours to get
home. It had only taken us two hours to reach the
concert, stops and all. There’s a random stop here, no name on it. Can you fix it? He asked. Normally he would have stopped and checked
it himself, but he was trying to merge onto the highway, and we were both tired and wanted
to get home soon. Sure, hang on. I deleted the random stop and sure enough,
we made it home just under two hours later. A few weeks later, the same thing happened
on our way home from Church. We wanted to stop at a new restaurant no more
than 20 minutes away, and the phone’s ETA said we’d be there in 5 hours. It must be a problem with the screen, my husband
said, after some pondering. His screen had shattered a while ago, and
he’d been putting off buying a new one. Remind me to get a case next time. I wasn’t there the third time it happened,
but I figured it had, because I saw my husband searching online for a new phone (and a case)
that evening. Several weeks after the new phone arrived,
it happened again. He was driving me to a book club meeting downtown,
definitely not 3 hours away. We chalked it up to an issue with the app
itself, so he uninstalled and re downloaded Maps. 15 minutes, that’s more like it. When I left the meeting, he told me he’d reported
a bug in the app, but couldn’t find anyone else with a similar issue. It almost got us the next time we drove; we
were going to his sister’s house an hour south of us, and we added a stop for Chickfila. We took an exit off the highway and followed
signs for Chickfila, but the map wanted us to keep going down a random road, seemingly
forever. I was positive I’d selected Chickfila as a
stop, but it was gone now, replaced by the mysterious stop. I didn’t tell my husband. I let him think this was the place I’d found
to begin with. My sister in law’s place was lovely, as usual. She has a six year old boy and a two year
old girl, and their smiles and hugs were enough to take my mind off things. We had dinner with them, and the kids left
to play with their toys while my husband and I sipped wine with my sister in law. My seat at the table was close to the door
to the kids’ room, which was open. At some point I zoned out and caught myself
staring at my niece, playing with one of those old bulky educational toys that would sound
out letters and numbers for the kid to press. My niece took her time pressing the correct
buttons, focused yet serene. I turned back to the conversation at the table,
but I could still hear the toy belting out stuff like . . LET’S COUNT! 10. . 9. . 8. . 7. . 6. . Then it clicked. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, hoping
it was just dinner that hadn’t sat well with me. But the penny had dropped, and I just wanted
to find it and hurl it back into the darkness. The random stops weren’t random at all. They’d been getting closer. I hadn’t been paying attention to the stops
themselves; they were always just a set of coordinates with no noticeable landmarks nearby. I was pretty sure I would have noticed the
same set of coordinates appearing more than once, or at least a neighborhood name. But I remembered the ETAs. Here is the thing: I do not retain information
very well, even if it is important, like names and appointments and chores. Random info, then, is highly unlikely to register
with me. So the fact that I could remember the ETAs
in order troubled me. Some dormant instinct took note of those ETAs,
sensed a pattern, and was trying to warn me of what was coming. I want to say that I listened. I am sure some of you think you would have
listened if you were in my shoes. But the truth is, you just cannot know what
you had do in any scenario until you have gone through it and lived to tell the tale. Besides, who would believe me? Again, some of you might think you would have,
or that my husband should have, but that is not how it goes. Nothing happened for a while. I cannot say for how long, but I was still
on edge. I avoided going out, especially to new places. I ran out of excuses, and ended up admitting
what I felt to my husband. He did not react badly, he just did not believe
me, which I do not blame him for. He did the best he could as a loving husband…
and I wish I could say the same. Pretty soon after that, a movie we really
wanted to see came out in theaters, so we gathered some friends and made plans to go
as a group. The original idea was to go to the same theater
we always went to downtown, but scheduling issues made us decide to go to a different
theater a bit further away. My husband opened his phone to search for
the address, but I insisted on using mine instead. He gave me a look but let me do it. I put in the address. ETA: 30 min. everything looked normal. I double checked the final stop, and it was
clearly the right movie theater. We good? asked my husband. I smiled. Yeah, we are good. He smiled back, and kissed me. The theater was right next to a strip mall. We met our friends in the theater parking
lot ad walked over to a pizza place for dinner. We had loads of fun, and I could tell my husband
was happy to see me in a better mood. We walked back to the theater, and while we
got our tickets, I pulled out my phone to silence it. The Maps app was still open and on navigation
mode. While I turned off the navigation, I caught
a glimpse of the destination marker before it disappeared. It wasn’t in the same spot as the theater
is marker. Which is not that strange; sometimes Google
tells you that your destination is several yards away from the actual building entrance. But the point the navigation tried to lead
us to was to an empty lot right next to the theater, between it and the strip mall. The movie was great, I think. I do not recall much of it anymore. The point is, when we left the theater, I
glanced at the spot between the theater and the strip mall. It was covered in dense foliage. I know now that there was something there,
watching us. Following us. We fell back into routine. Sort of. I called in sick to work one day, hoping some
rest would get my mind off things, but quickly realized that being home alone felt so much
worse. I was back at work the next day. My husband was more distracted by work than
usual that week, so when he asked me how I was doing and I said alright, he believed
me. I left work early on Friday and stopped at
a coffee shop on the way home. I was too distracted to focus on work, but
I didn’t want to be home alone again, so I waited until I was sure my husband would be
home before heading there myself. He wasn’t home. The sun was only just beginning to set, but
I turned on all the lights in our apartment anyway, and closed the shutters. I opened my phone to text him, and saw a few
messages already there. Hey Hun. Some coworkers wanted to take us out for dinner Is that OK ? I am going I will stay safe, I promise

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