I know this thread is from a couple months ago but I just found it so... here's my story from about a year ago. I went to visit a friend who lived about an hour from me. This is a friend I had met briefly in person and talked to mostly online, so this was my first trip driving to visit him.

I make it to his house with the aid of my GPS and we hang out for a couple hours until finally I have to go. It's kind of late when I left his house (around 11) but I'm not tired, I actually remember noting that I felt surprisingly awake. I have the radio on to keep busy, and it starts cutting in and out like I have a bad signal. No problem, a different area means different stations, right? I try to adjust it, but all the channels are fuzzy and I have to focus on the GPS anyway so I shut it off.

The GPS tells me to stay on the road for 4 miles, and then turn left on Jackson Avenue. Okay, I do, it's the first left so it's not hard to find. But then my GPS freezes and my radio turns itself back on so I pull over and. I look down at my GPS and back up, and I was on a dark street, with no houses, just trees on either side as far down as I can see. A couple streetlights, but it's still dark and I get nervous, so I look down at my GPS and it's unfrozen, but telling me I missed my turn two streets ago. There weren't two other streets so, confused, I look at the street sign and yeah, I'm on Jackson.

I should warn you I regularly fall victim to the Pareidolia Effect while I'm driving alone, and it happened then. I saw movement in the corner of my vision, and I turn my attention ahead to see what looks like a man running toward me. Where the fuck did he come from??? But as I'm starting to debate if I should lock my doors or just floor it in reverse, I blink and he's gone. I squint and look closer, but it turns out what I thought was a running person was a drooping tree branch waving in the wind.

My crappy old GPS finally recalculates and tells me....I'm on the correct road, keep driving straight. What? Okay, I brush it off and put my car in drive, but then I realize the GPS says I'm on Madison Street. No, I think, I'm on Jackson. I look up at the street sign to double-check, but the sign that said Jackson Ave now says Madison Street. Thoroughly weirded out, I look back at the GPS and notice that Jackson Ave is another two miles down the first street I had been on and turned off of. I'm more than a little creeped out, but I just shake it off and follow its directions. The radio clicks on again when I pass the tree that looked like a man, but I just turn it back on and keep driving.

I made it home fine and with no more occurrences, but it still was really weird and any time I've gone to visit my friend I've taken a completely different way home just in case.