One of My Biggest ‘Holy Shit’ Moments – Ranked #3

Passengers Of The 3 Old Ladies.

Me and my cousin were sending off these three old ladies who had visited our kampung for a Quran ceremony. We were driving them down a really dark forest road, but we stopped at a local café to switch vehicles. Two of our uncles checked on us and saw us driving away with the three ladies in the back.

While my cousin was driving, I made small talk with the old ladies—random stuff about career paths, just casual conversation. When we finally reached their destination, I started shaking their hands one by one, but it was dark, so I couldn’t see them clearly.

Starting from the left: Sees the person, shakes hands.

Moving to the middle: Sees the… person? Starts to shake hands—wait, huh? Why am I holding my hand out? There’s no one there.

Moving to the right: Sees the person, shakes hands.

A few minutes later, on the way home:

Me: “Hey cousin, where did we drop off the third person before the other two?”

Cousin: “The fuck you mean? There were only two…”

Goosebumps. We start ranting about the whole thing, trying to make sense of it.

When we got home, my cousin went to the bathroom. While he was taking a shit, I asked our uncles who had seen us leave. They confirmed they saw three people in the back of the car.

I told my cousin while he was still in the bathroom, and this man JUMPED out mid-shit, didn’t even wipe, and ran to ask our uncles himself.

True story.

But I swear, the one in the middle looked… greyish.