[JapanUrbanLegend] Turbo Grandmother
That night, as always, I was on my way home from work. Since it was early winter, the sky was already dark, and as I left the city and entered the countryside, the streetlights became sparse. When I saw the entrance to the old tunnel, I hesitated for a moment. I remembered the rumors about the "Turbo Grandma." However, I wasn't someone who would be scared by such ghost stories. I stepped on the gas pedal and entered the tunnel.
The tunnel was dark and long. The sound of water droplets falling from the ceiling echoed loudly. When I accelerated to 100 km/h, I saw a strange shape in the rearview mirror. It was the shadow of someone. I braked immediately, but the car was already speeding. When I checked the rearview mirror again, there was nothing there.
"Was that just my imagination?" I reassured myself and maintained my speed. Suddenly, something passed by outside the left window. It was a yellow slipper. When I looked out the window, I saw a grandmother in white clothes, with gray hair, wearing the slippers, running alongside my car. Her eyes were staring directly at me.
Terrified, I pressed the accelerator even harder. The speedometer climbed above 120 km/h, but the grandmother was getting closer. Then, suddenly, she passed me and disappeared into the end of the tunnel. I emerged from the tunnel, drenched in sweat.
When I reached the end of the tunnel, I stopped the car and sat for a while, trying to catch my breath and think. What had I just seen? Was it a hallucination, or was it really the Turbo Grandma I had only heard about?
A few days later, I decided to learn more about this strange occurrence. When I asked the local residents, I heard a story that long ago, during the construction of the tunnel, an elderly woman from a nearby village was hit by a construction vehicle and lost her life. She had been wearing yellow slippers that day. The residents believed that her spirit remained in the tunnel, watching over the passing cars.
I decided not to drive through that tunnel again. But sometimes, when I look in the rearview mirror, I still remember the grandmother's gaze. She might still be running somewhere inside the tunnel.
