My best friend， her daughter， my daughter and I decided to go on a beach trip over Labor Day weekend. We did not have hotel reservations， but packed a bag just in case we might find a vacancy. I had half a tank of gas and hoped that would be enough to get us to the beach which was an hour away from where we lived. When we arrived at the beach， several bizzare things started happening.

We walked into a novelty shop and a man insisted on us buying necklaces that were exotic and very beautiful. We were happy to find out the necklaces were affordable， so my friend and I both bought ourselves one and immediately put it on our necks to wear. However， everywhere we went， nobody seemed to see us or pay any attention to us. It was as if we were invisible.

We noticed a nun riding on a bicycle and laughed to ourselves because it was such an unusual sight to see. Of course we found no vacancy and decided to return home. However， a thick fog moved in on us and I felt that to drive home on the windy roads was extremely dangerous. I decided to drive to the next town in the opposite direction hoping to outrun the fog. We pulled into a gas station and tried to get some gas. There was nobody there， but a man who acted like he was waiting for us to arrive. He told us the gas station was closed， but we could go an alternative route back home. We followed his directions but seemed we were driving for hours without any sign of a gas station or a town.

Finally， when I was ready to give up hope， we crossed a bridge and my daughter announced that there was the nun we had seen earlier standing by the side of the road. The rest of us did not see her. But up ahead we saw a faint light coming from a coffe shop that was in the middle of nowhere. The coffee shop was named after me and we all thought that was strange. We walked into the shop and they announced that the shop was closed， but we could use the bathroom real quick. We walked into the bathroom and there were weird dolls sitting on a stand that resembled the four of us. The dolls clothes were splattered with what looked to be blood. Immediately， we decided to leave， but asked where the next gas station was; I was scared we were going to run out of gas， even though my gas tank miraculously still said half full. Again， we were given directions and headed off into another stretch of darkness.

Out of nowhere， a white truck came barreling on our tails. Scared someone heard us talking about running out of gas we decided to call 911 for emergency help. The police decided they could not find our location and so we just hung up and drove hoping our gas would last us to our destination.

Finally， after another half an hour， we saw a trooper pulled over on the side of the road motioning us to stop. At that point the white truck passed by us and the police officer pushed his face into the passenger window asking if we were ok with gas? We were pleasantly surprised and said， "Oh， you were notified that we were running out of gas?" He had no knowledge of such a report. The odd thing was this man’s face was ghostly white and he reassured us we would make it home ok. I looked down at the gas tank and sure enough we still had half a tank of gas.

We finally arrived back home 3.5 hours later with - you guesssed it - a half a tank of gas still showing. Another strange thing is that the clock showed we had only spent 1.5 hours in the car. We definitely were in some sort of a time warp. The next day， we read the paper and noticed a story about two nuns being raped and one killed. The story said that a white truck was reported being seen around the time of the killing. All of us still get the chills when we recall the mysterious events of that day. The nun we saw， the gas that never ran out， the necklaces that made us invisible and the time discrepency.