Howdy /x/TL;DR - Delivered Pancakes to a Man(?) living in a neighborhood full of mannequins. I can't green text to save my life, so you'll have to deal with me typing this all out. During the Time of Rona (Think around Winter '22) I drove a lot of Uber Eats to pad out my wallet. It wasn't big money, just enough to buy me drinks at the bar and stock my fridge. It was sometime in November, I remember wearing my Carhart Jacket so it had to be cold, and I just wrapped up a delivery in Watauga when I saw it: IHOP - $42 Pay Out, Estimated Time 45 Minutes. I can't remember the exact address but on the map it was some house up past Rhome. I saw the dollars and figured, fuck it, end my night early. I accepted it and went out driving. Pulled up to the IHOP and got the delivery. Lot of pancakes. No drinks, thank God. I then started to drive toward my destination. The sun was bleeding out of the sky and the moon was ascending as I got onto the highway. Highway turned to service road. Service road to backroads. And then I turned onto gravel. At first I thought it was just the GPS fucking up, anyone who's driven Uber will know that the Uber GPS is dog shit, but I was already in too deep to turn around. "Your destination is to the left." I arrived to an empty field, in the dead of night. The moon a finger nail above me. I looked about, bewildered, thinking I was about to get robbed when I saw a street light. It was a whole ass neighborhood in the middle of fucking nowhere.
I tried to turn around but got stuck in the mud so I floored it through someone's front lawn. In the low light I could see someone in the living room, and sighed. I figured it was the homeowner who's lawn I just ruined, and I begun to mentally prepare myself for an ass chewing. Yet the person in the window did not move. Not a muscle. I squinted, trying to get a better look. It hit me like the ice cold wind - it wasn't moving cause it wasn't a person. It was a fucking Mannequin. Like breaking a one way mirror, the illusion shattered all around, nothing in the neighborhood was right, everything was fake. None of the cars had license plates. A swing set sat outside with the plastic wrap and cardboard sleeves still on the seats. I could see other figures, other plastic shapes in the windows of this fake town. "Hey do you have my IHOP?"A voice beside me asked, my hand grabbing the .38 snub nose I keep under my steering wheel. Standing under the light of the street lamp was a man, I hope to God it was a man, I think he was white, maybe 6'2'' it was hard to see his face due to the light and the sheer height of him (my car sits low to the ground). I nodded, keeping a hand near my iron and handing him the pancakes. He thanked me and slipped me another ten bucks. After he left I went and checked my Maps app to see how the fuck to get out of here. I looked up and the guy was gone, vanished. I said fuck it and started driving. The rest of this fake ass development was the same shit, empty houses with cars only parked in front of some. The same plastic silhouettes in then windows. I eventually found an access road and got the hell out of there. I can't remember how but I did make it out, and cashed out for the night. I remember sitting at the bar, staring at whiskey and reevaluating whether or not anything I saw was real.
>>42411217ive heard the military builds fake towns, but it'd be unusual for them to order uber eats, they usually don't like people stumbling upon them.
>>42411236Realistically, I think the Mannequins were meant to be some sort of theft deterrent. Makes it look like there was someone in the house when no one actually was.The swing set and cars with no LPs I couldn't fucking begin to guess why someone would go that far.
find it on google earth and show us
>>42411214put it on your blognobody wants to read your micro fictionthey are called potemkin villagesbut you're just larpingpeddle your book on Reddit or buy an ad
>>42411214>>42411217spookythanks for sharing
