The particular story I'm going to voice isn't necessarily the one I have which is full of that horrifying "fear" factor but it was such a strange and surreal event which has stuck with me to this day. Anyway, onward. My name is Paul and I live in a small east Coast state of America called Maryland. Mostly, it's insignificant in terms of this country as a whole. Around 12 or 13 years ago, in a time before smart phones prevelance where every phone came with GPS Navigation as a standard and in the ifnancy of Google Maps (Actually, during the time this story takes place I was using directions printed from Mapquest as I hadn't even assimilated to Google Maps yet), I was on my way to a job interview. The where the job interview was to take place is mostly inconsequencial to the benefit of the story which is good because I can't recall it's location any way. However, while driving down a popular byroad in the area (Usually heavily congested for a small road given it's the main ingress and egress to the internation Airport which happens to be in my area), I misread my directions and preformed a wrong turn which has led me astray from my predestined route. I remember the road I turned down was a two lane road which wound through the woods in such a sporradic progression of turns that it felt like I was doing donughts. No hills. Just flat ground, trees, twists and turns. It seemed an eternity upon this same path, driving ever further away from the serenity of familiar surroundings with no signs of the ability for a U-Turn. So on I drove in silence, stealing glimpses from my directions which portrayed a small map of the area of my destination to see if I could notice the all encompassing forest which was sheltering me. But before I could glean too much from the image, I rounded a sharp turn and the heavens greeted me as the trees suddenly receeded upon a scene of a series of high rise buildings clustered together. I recieved such a shock from the contrasting divergence of scenary that I only blew through the stop sign which was rapidly approaching which I rectofied by jamming on the breaks and came to a stop after a short alarming screech. From the vantage point of the stopped vehicle, I had a moment to appraise this new scenario for which I found myself. The oncoming road for which I was stopped upon was a two lane road and ended pressed up to a one lane circle, the interception of these two paths was the stop sign where I was stopped. The one lane road was a circle which wrapped around this unconventional &business park& from the stop sign, around the buildings which seemed to encompass an internal area of approximately (From a quick estimation from the stationary spot) Four City blocks and came back to the road I was on going in the opposite direction. This meant that I would need to travel the circle in order to lawfully make my exit and, I must admit (albeit some what sheepishly), I wanted to travel so that I could explore this place. The thing that struck me, besides the abnormal placement for such a grandiose example of commerce, was the fact that for the several minutes I'd been sitting at the stop sign, I hadn't seen a single pedestrian or car. Nothing parked on the street, nothing driving. Not even another random passer-by who'd been turned around much as I had been. It was like a forgotten relic made completely new. The concrete was pristine, the paint on the road ways and curbs was fresh. Benches on the sidewalk made of wooden slats, painted in beauty emerald. If this &complex& was abandoned, it had to have just been abandoned. But I shook my head to dispell the revere of my observations and completed the right turn to place me in the circle so that I could make my exit from these surreal surroundings. Things progressed as normally, driving a steady Twenty Five miles per hour through this ghost town. Performing my left turns to travaile the road in order to make my departure was mundane enough until I got to the back side. After my second left, which placed my vehicle on the back portion of the &loop&, I saw an obstruction in the street about halfway down the block. The obstruction was a sight which I took to be common enough, being a bright yellow school bus, but it's position was something which had vexxed me. The full sized school bus was pulled across the street so that the engine compartment was sitting over top the curb, causing the large vehicle to sit perpendicular to the sidewalk lining the mouths of the office buildings. Essencially, the school bus was a highly effect road block which stymied the flow of traffic (although the only traffic was myself, the last man on earth as it seemed). As I approached the congestion, I slowed my vehicle to a snail's pace and allowed my eyes to cascade over the Bus which barred my progression. It was at this moment, as I was enthralled with the reasoning for parking a transport vehicle for the innocent in such a fashion, movement was taking place to my car's left. The tall buildings which had been silent sentinels for this bastion to business were suddenly teeming with individuals, flooding from the revolving doors like a blasphemous plague who's sole attention was resting solely on my small green automobile. It took me by surprise, figures of all different shapes and sizes (Although all caucasion to a degree which made them seem unnatural in their pallor) wearing robes made of an almost translucent material, gossamer and white as it clad their forms. Barely covering their nudity, assailing me with it's brilliant tones in comparison to the drab state of the grey concrete buildings. Anxiety struck me, seizing me in place as the crowd grew. The Mob approaching. Pointing. Vocalizing sounds which didn't resemble english as I'd ever heard it before. It was a shriek. A high pitched alarming shriek which reverberated from an epicenter in the distance (Possible from one of the buildings) but it was enough to grant me the predilection to survive whatever sort of situation I had found myself. My car was slammed into reverse, the tires spun as the sudden movement caused them to lose their grip on the earth. The sudden caucophany of rubber on asphault caused a pause to filter through the approaching hoard, like a wave of paralysis which hadn't survived long enough to be effective. But I hadn't the time to spend much time considering the effects of the noise on these individuals because I needed to flee and quickly. There wasn't much distance between myself and the buildings fro which these &people& were coming, so my time was short until they reached me and wrenched their way into my vehicle to rend my soul from my mortal flesh. After giving myself about five feet of distance to the bus, My car was placed into drive, the wheel was cut to the right and I sped off to get around the road block. Up and over the curb, through the grass and approximately six inches from a large sign my car had swerved. Effectively and thankfully, avoiding all the dangers of such an insensaible maneuver. From that point, and to the chourous of despaired whaling from the assembly to my rear, I sped out of the loop as quickly as possible and never looked back. I sped down the winding road back to my original point of improper directing and was soon home. I thought that would be the end of it but there was always a kernel of curiousity in the back of my head about the whole situation and the strange congregation for which I was almost well acquainted with. Perhaps half morbid curiousity and the other half were the effects of an "Imp of the Perverse", but I had considered retracing my steps and attempting to find this complex once again. Or search out any form of information about the complex. Something for the sense of closure. But a few weeks after my run in at the "Forest Complex", I recieved a letter with no return address or name on it. Just my information. Curiousity got the better of me since I did have a penpal at that point in my life, however upon opening the simple white envelope my gaze was met with a photo of my license plate with three words written in a scrawling script in dark red ink. The words read "Don't Come Back". I decided to let the mystery alone after that.