Weird Night

Weird Night
    My friend Janine and I worked in an old Hall in Lowestoft, Suffolk in the early nineties. I was living about a mile from the Hall, we finished work at about 11:00pm and were going back to mine for a drink. There we were, me wheeling my cycle and her holding a plate with a slice of lemon meringue pie on it walking down an unlit dual carriageway, halfway down this road was a layby hidden from the road by a small island covered in trees and bushes. We heard a van pull into the layby and a minute later we heard a noise behind us, looking back we saw a man pretending to pee while looking back the way we had come, strange...

He turned and looked straight at us, jumped onto the road and started to chase us. We shot down the road, it was late with hardly a car about, Janine pulled me across the road in an attempt to force a car to stop but they just swerved around us beeping their horn. The road was empty again. The man was gaining on us, my bag had caught on my bike so I had to haul it on my shoulder. He reached out and grabbed my hair, I swung my bike and knocked him back. Running across the road we saw an oldish man walking down the central reservation and ran towards him shouting for help. He was dressed in weird clothes, a tweed suit and the trousers came to just below his knees like plus fours. We looked back, the guy had seen him too and had turned around and was running back to his van. We were only about ten feet from him but the old guy seemed not to see us and kept looking into the distance as though nothing was happening. This infuriated us and we ran towards him demanding to know what he was playing at, when, just as we reached him he disappeared! Absolutely gobsmacked we ran on until we got to the farmhouse where I lived and called the police. The guy who had chased us fitted the description of someone who had attacked a girl in the next village to us! One of the policewomen told us that many years ago a man and his family had crashed not far down the road and that he had tried to walk to the village for help but died of his injuries before he got there, he'd been seen quite a few times before. He may not have saved his family all those years ago, but he sure saved us that night. The upside of this is that all through this Janine managed to keep hold of that pie, nothing has ever tasted so good!