One night my mother and I were driving home from my grandmothers house. It was late (about eleven p.m.) and I was curled up in the passenger seat looking at the rear view mirror to watch the scenery pass by. We were driving on a country road with nothing but grass, ponds, old run down barns and trees.
We drove past the one turn you would find for about four miles. A cop with a 70's model cruiser pulled out from the turn and followed behind us. My mom kind of freaked out thinking he was hiding to find speeder. We had been speeding enough to get pulled over. But, he never once flashed his lights... He just kept following us. The inside of the cop car was too dark to see.
We kept driving looking back every now and then. We finally reached another turn, thinking he was going to turn. But, he kept straight, still following us. We, then, started thinking he was a one of those fake cops who follow women driving alone to almost unpopulated areas to pull them over and rape them. We eventually came close to a four way stop light. My mom was looking back at the cop still and I yelled "Mom! Stop light!" She looked forward and slammed on her brakes. We both looked back at the cop who had calmly slowed to a stop behind us. When the light turned green we looked back behind us to see if he would turn or if he would follow us. But, the cop car was gone.
My mother turned to me and said "Elizabeth, please tell me that the cop was still there when we stopped at the light and that I'm not going crazy." I told her that I had seen it too. We still try to think of reasons why it vanished from time to time. But can't think of anything possible.