Bad night for it

So, as I was on my walk (albiet slightly later than normal, I left at 3:20ish instead of 1:20ish), I decide that I'll walk through the Village. I've never been there at night and figure it'll be a fun change of pace. I'm on... 32nd, I think, on the other side of Magnolia field, and I see this weird light. I try to stay behind things as I get closer to it, because it's stupidly bright and hurts my eyes and because I'm already a little nervous at never having walked this part of Magnolia at night. I get in range to see that it is, in fact, a car, take a few steps towards it (now revealed to it, as I'm no longer behind things), and notice it starting to slowly move towards me. I may have imagined it, as it didn't follow me when I immediately turned around and took a right up the hill, but I am certain it did. I was technically walking up the hill away from my house, but I figure I can take a left at the end of the block, walk back the direction I was walking towards the light from a couple of blocks, and then make a B-line for the way up to my house. I calm down, turn up my music, and get the living SHIT scared out of me when, as I am walking back the way I came, a car at the end of the block from me surges into life with a roar and high-beams blazing. I don't scream or jump, but I literally spin around midstep and start walking back down the hill toward the street at the end of which was the first car that had freaked me out. My cell phone is immediately in my hand and I'm calling home for a ride (at 3:45am, whee). I mill about for a bit, ready to dive into some bushes as soon as I hear a car coming (keeping my dad on the line so that at least he'll know where I died and what the person drove), get picked up, and thank and apologize my way home.

I of course realized (yes, even at the time) that it was almost certainly some stupid teenagers getting baked in a car (I know way too many Magnolians who do that not to think of that immediately), but I just had this creepy gut feeling that something was not right and that I needed to get far, far away. The moral of this story is: don't walk where you're less familiar at night. Also, I'm a wuss.