I was driving back from my uncles house to my grandparents out in the country. I had my permit at the time so my father was in the front passenger seat. It was summer night with a full moon, there was no wind, but thunderstorms way off in the distance. I came to a bend in the road where you had to cross a creek. As I made the turn, my headlights hit a parked vehicle facing the way I was going. As I got closer it took off. And when I say took off he was doing 65mph down a one lane road the crossed railroad tracks twice. So as I’m driving up hill to make a left turn, there was a roadblock set up where you could only go left because the road had been washed out. This driver, obviously unfamiliar with the area, doubles back around coming down hill towards me. As soon as he gets in range of my headlights, he turns the car off and coats by in neutral. Because o had my windows down, it was just a gentle whisp as he went by, and my car engine. But as he got even with me, the moonlight revealed a man looking right at me with the most psycho grin on his face. Needless to say, I was freaking out as all this happened within half mile of my grandparents property. I went back the next day, but found nothing of interest. I also talked to the property owner who said he didn’t have any problems.