A couple of years ago, I was driving back to my house in downtown D.C. This was around 3-4 in the morning, not a soul on the street or anything like, bar some idle police cars. When I reached an intersection on the south side of the Capitol, I stopped at a red light. Of course, I could have blown through it as it was 4 in the morning with no other human presence in sight, yet I felt compelled to stop.
I was looking saround, bored, waiting for thr light to change. That's when I saw, on my right, what looked to be a man. Only, this wasn't your average man. He was wearing full late-1800s Bowery Bhoy-type garb: three piece black suit, cane, foot-tall top hat. I couldnt make out his face in the dark. I was utterly thunderstruck by the sudden appearance of this man. It was as if he had appeared out of no where.
The light turned green. I slowly eeked by him; I was transfixed on this man. I couldn't drive any faster than I did. As I drove by, he took off his cap revealing a perfectly parted hair, matted down by an extreme amount of gel. He tipped his hat to me as I drove by. And this, my friends, is what really shook me to my bone. When I drove past, I looked in my rear-view to see which way he was going.
He was gone.
Maybe not as scary or creepy as some of these other stories but that was a moment where time seemed to stop. I didn't sleep at all that night.