I once met a convict in Oregon, I will call him Bob. Bob told me that of the 25 or 26 kids in his middle school. Only 3 were currently living. Oh course this was an alarming statement so I proceeded to ask him why and what had happened. He explained that the backwoods town he lived in (unnamed for this story) was built on top of an old WWII Nazi prisoner of war camp. He claimed that he knew where a large stash old gold was in the town and was attempting to recruit me for a robbery. Being of a curious nature (knowing full well I was not going to go robbing) I entertained his notion to see where it might unfurl. Before long we were on a road trip to the town where Bob proceeded to tell me more about the place we were going. He explained that the town had burned down in the late 40's after there was a prison break of Nazi's from the interment camp. He said we we go scout the location where the foundations of the house remained and mentioned we could collect old bottles and artifacts from the ruins. Bob also told me that the newly constructed dam in the region was actually a secret underground facility and that he was going to show me that too. He explained how the dam project went several millions over budget to complete (Much like Denver International). We reached the town in a couple of hours and Bob directed me towards the old foundations of the burnt out houses. Just as he said, only bottles and brick and cement remained of the area. We then drove past his "target" house to case the joint. It was a regular humdrum house that blended with all the other houses on the block. He then told me there was a house up the street that was built upon hydraulics which could lift, allowing persons access to an underground environment. I didn't believe it, so he had me drive to the house and park the car at the house to have a look. He said the place was uninhabited but as walked onto the property a woman came out of the door asking our business. We politely informed her we had the wrong house, walked to the car, got in and nearly as soon as we took off, a police car came cruising by. Being a bit paranoid of the situation we redirected to go have a look at the dam. Arriving at the dam, it was as he described, complete with high fencing, new concrete and a nifty little road leading under the mountain, blocked by a retractable door. Bob's story was checking out. After a lengthy conspiracy theory discussion, we decided to leave the town but here is the kicker; as we passed back through the town, we were followed by a sleek and clean black Lexus. There were no other really nice cars like that in town and it followed us all the way to the exit for the highway. We thought we were done but as we hit the freeway, the weather turned, gray clouds moved in and in about 10 mins it began to rain. And I don't mean normal rain, it started drenching the road so bad that drivers in front of us began to hydroplane, I too felt our tires hydroplaning, so I slowed down, the water was so heavy it was hard to see through the wipers and the road had at least half an inch of water flooding it. Then the hail began. Bob and I both began a discussion of how crazy the weather becoming and literally, while talking of the storm, it began to hail, small then huge chunks of ice began falling from the sky slamming into the car and window so violently that I feared the window would crack and the car would be dented to shit. I was about to pull over as we watched two whirlwinds form before our very eyes! I hurriedly pulled over the car at the first available spot and we both got out of the car to watch the whirlwinds as best we could while being pelted with hail. One of the two whirlwinds went DIRECTLY over our vehicle as we retreated back into the car. I thought the car was going to be tipped or even picked up of the road and tossed aside for a few terrifying moments. The whirlwind dissipated directly over us and the second one passed us, moving quickly westward. Needless to say, we were both stunned and drove home two hours in relative silence. - True tale from an Anon.