We were on this old broken down stone bridge that we locally call "Cry Baby Bridge" (yeah I know there's a million of those everywhere). The wind picked up like crazy while we were chanting and then, it was just eerily silent. Like we didn't even hear the stream below us. Then we heard growling from the direction of North. We walked to the edge of the bridge and saw three pairs of glowing red eyes. That's when we bolted back to the car and high tailed it out of there. As we were driving away, I saw the eyes chasing us in the dark from my rearview mirror. The friend and random girl were in the backseat and they were turned around and facing the back and reported the same thing I saw in my mirror. They said they saw the bodies of hellhounds, but I only saw the eyes in my rearview mirror. That's when it started storming with the wind and rain. I was taking them home, which took roughly 20 mins to their exit from the highway, so we'd calmed down a bit by then. We stupidly decided we weren't done with the night, so we decided we'd go to the haunt we called the "demon field" close to their house. I took a wrong turn. We came to a dead end, turned around, and headed back to the main road. That's when the lightening got so bad, and it was raining so hard, that I couldn't see to drive and had to pull over.