Creepypasta #1341: Seven Sister's Road
I’ve lived in the same small, dreary Nebraska town my entire life. I’m not a hick, like most people that don’t live in Nebraska assume, and we’re not backward people either. We have running water, electricity, all that good stuff. Sure, sometimes we add an “R” in “wash”, but otherwise, we’re exactly like everyone else. But I digress. About a two-hour drive from my hometown, there lies Seven Sister’s Road.
Seven Sister’s Road is one of the most popular ghost stories to be told around where I live, I remember my grandfather giving me and my sister the drunken version of the story every Saturday night. I would sit on the edge of my seat while he spouted beer fueled nonsense about the road, fascinated by what little my eight-year-old mind could piece together, and I made it my life goal to actually get to go drive down that road one day and see if the legends were true.
The Seven Sister’s Road, for those that don’t know, is a sketchy un-maintained stretch of road a few miles outside of Nebraska City. Now, Nebraska is no stranger to gruesome tales, we have the Witch’s Bridge, the ammunitions depot in my hometown, among others, but this has always stood out. This is by far the most blood-curdling piece of folklore this state has to offer.
It starts with a man, as most of these tales do. He lived on this stretch of road with his seven daughters, and one day, for some unknown reason, he went completely bonkers and killed every last one of them. He lured them out of the house one by one, leading each one to a separate hill, and hung them from the trees. Driving down the road can be dangerous. Cars will stall, headlights will dim, phone batteries will die without warning. Perhaps the most chilling is hearing the screams of the seven sisters.
And all of that was merely a ghost story, something I may be believed when I was eight or nine, but quickly passed off as a side effect of my grandpa’s alcoholism. I started doing more research, but finding things on the internet about Nebraska is damn near impossible (because really, who cares about the state that gifted us with Kool-Aide?). All I could find were two websites explaining the legend in the exact same way and a newspaper article about a new road plan. No history, no mention on if the murders actually happened, nothing. So, I got ready to head out and keep my promise to my eight-year-old self.
I was going to Seven Sister’s Road.
I armed myself with my car keys and my emergency backpack, picked up my best friend, and we were off. An hour and a half, two hours later, maybe (?), saw us on the outskirts of Nebraska City. We stopped in town to fuel up, grabbed some snacks, and headed back out. It was near dusk when we found the road (it’s technically called Road L now) and I pulled onto the unpaved mess, my heart thrumming in my chest.
A quarter of a mile down the road and nothing had happened yet. I wanted to laugh it off, but being a lover of the paranormal (and also a bit of a skeptic) I couldn’t. Not this time. I needed proof that this road was going to stall my car or kill my phone, and I needed it bad. We passed the first hill, and still nothing but a rapidly beating heart and anxiety. My best friend scrolled through her phone, unfazed and bored as ever.
“Honestly, we should turn back. Nothing’s going to happen,” she said. I shook my head and kept driving. We passed the second hill, and my car lets out a groan.
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