In early October of 2012, my husband and I had driven down to California to visit some friends. On our way home we decided to take a different route through Oregon, to go to Klamath Falls so my husband could visit some family.
At some point in our trip we misplaced our map and had an unreliable GPS, so when we hit Ashland, OR, my husband stopped into a gas station to ask for directions.
At this point all we knew was that we were in Ashland, but had no idea how to get where we wanted to go. It was about 7:30pm. The cashier at the gas station sent us down a highway called highway 66. Later we found this to also commonly be known as Green Springs Highway. After about 10 minutes of driving or so, we noticed there was nothing around. It was pitch black outside and the stars were very bright. We continued on for what felt like forever, it had been at least an hour. We had not seen a single vehicle, and there were no buildings or houses.
I needed to go to the bathroom so we pulled off to the side of the road. After I finished my business, my husband had the idea to lay on the hood of our truck for a few minutes, and take a break to enjoy the stars. One side of the road was a straight up cliff the other a complete drop off or steep hill. We were on the side on the road that had a drop off and the cliff like wall was on our right. My husband was on the driver's side and I was on the passenger's side.
We had been laying quietly for only about 5 minutes tops, when all of the sudden out of nowhere, about a foot or so from my husband's side of the truck we heard what sounded exactly like galloping hooves. It did not sound like they were coming or going they were just there extremely close to us. We couldn't see anything but my husband panicked, shoved me off the hood and pushed me through the passenger's door and into the driver's seat.
Once we were in, which only took us about 30 seconds, I cracked my window and used the flashlight on my key chain to look for the source of the sound. Nothing was there, but we never heard the hooves leave either.
At this point I felt so scared, that I pretty much floored it out of there. I drove going about 55 mph for approximately 30 minutes before pulling over to take it all in. We were sitting there in the truck on the side of the road, when we began to hear a rolling and metal dinging sound from the top of our truck. We both looked at each other and touched the ceiling of the truck, and we both felt what we could only describe as the feeling as if someone was actually on top of the truck, moving around.
We hightailed it out of there and made it to a town called Keno. Once in Keno we stopped at a second gas station, asked for directions once again, and easily found our way to my husband's grandmother's home. The rest of our trip was unremarkable, but we both could not stop wondering what happened while we were on the Green Springs Highway.
When we got home later that week, my husband was unloading the truck while I was upstairs looking out the window down at him, when I noticed scratches all over the top of our truck. I called my husband up to look at it and see if it was there before or not. When he came up to look, he was just as freaked as I was. The scratches spanned the width and length of the truck's roof, and we're claw like. To this day we have no clue what happened out there.
The sound of these hooves is is a sound I never want to hear again in my life. I would love to know if anyone knows what this could have been. Everyone we have told about our experience has laughed at us or not taken us seriously, but we both would really like to know what it was. It's been bothering me since it happened.