When I was a 17 year old moody teenager I had a big argument with my mum one night about how she ‘just didn’t understand my needs’ and stormed out of the house, I was going to go for a walk but it was freezing outside and really dark so I did a quick walk of shame past my mum and grabbed my car keys giving her a quick explanation of going on a ‘Maccas run’ before storming out yet again, giving the door a nice slam on my way.
I jumped in my terribly old and crappy bright red Suzuki swift and cranked the heat which made the engine scream in protest, I turned my angry teen music up and pulled out onto the dark streets. I drove to MacDonalds in about 10 minutes and decided I was too mad to eat and to calm down I would go on a nice drive. Just down the road another 15 minutes was a stretch of pitch black windy road that had lots of hair pin corners as it ran down a massive gorge to a small lake with a single lane bridge going across it, if that doesn’t sound scary enough the road was called the “Galston gorge.”
Fun facts (and you can google this road, it’s in Sydney Australia) James Gibson’s camera was found on this road, he was one of Ivan Milats victims (the dude wolf creek was inspired by and one of Australia’s worst serial killers) so it has a pretty creepy back ground and therefore is completely deserted at night.
As I was making my way down the gorge which is a road I know very well as I learnt to drive on it with my mum, she took me a lot at night to learn night driving on a difficult road, I turned a hair pin corner and as my head lights swung around it lit up the road ahead and I saw a black medium shaped object in the middle of the road. It made me jump but I assumed it was just a dead kangaroo.
As I continued ahead the closer I got to this object, I realised as I was almost on top of it that it was a baby car seat with the front covered in a blanket, I hit my breaks and my car screamed in protest even louder. I sat in my seat staring at this baby seat clenching my steering wheel. No way I was getting out when it was probably just a broken and dumped booster seat.
I was about to pull off when I heard a noise, I turned my music down but the sound of my shitty car engine made it hard to locate or recognise the noise, I wound my window down and inch and listened. It was a fucking baby crying. No, crying is an understatement, this poor thing was screaming.
I threw my seatbelt off and unlocked my door grabbing the handle then I froze, out of the corner of my eye in the bush I thought I saw something move, it was just out of reach of the light from my headlights. I took my hand off the door slowly and sat back into my seat thinking.
I remember my mum telling me to never stop my car at night, that if I see something that requires help then to move on an call for professional help because there’s nothing that requires the help of a moody short little blonde girl who can barely carry her school bag.
‘A baby needs my help, a tiny defenceless baby. What if that was a wild animal I saw in the trees coming to have a meal out of this little thing’ I thought before I opened my car door, as I did my car let out a screech causing whatever it was in the trees to jump.
I slammed my door closed jumping back in and sped up the road, I got a few hair pins back up the gorge before pulling out my phone. Still no signal as I’m driving in a literal hole. I raced up to the top and back into busy streets then called for police, I told them what I saw and they told me to go home immediately, not to stop whatsoever, keep my doors locked and they would call me tomorrow but not to worry.
The next morning Hornsby police called me thanking me for my report. They said a group of men have been placing baby seats in the middle of empty roads, covering them with a blanket which hides a speaker playing the sounds of children in distress to try and lure young women out of their cars, they then drag these women away and take advantage of them and beat them then driving away in the women’s car leaving their victim to die in the bushes. They checked out the gorge but the people had left, they left in such a rush they forgot the blue baby blanket with little grey elephants on it that I had described to the police as the one covering the baby seat.
They said I was clever to keep going and to never get out of my car late at night, no matter what try’s to stops me.
Edit: my partner and I might go for a drive along this road some night this week so I can take some photos of the place so you can get a visual idea of how creepy it is. (I’ll make sure the doors are locked)
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