Yes I have something! This is 100% true and factual, although the fact I’m a stranger on the internet won’t inspire confidence. Here goes..
About 15 years ago, I went on a hike in the South Downs with my sister and her fiance. My sister’s fiancé is mountain leader trained, and was map reading, with the aim being a hike of about 6 miles that would bring us out at a country pub in time for dinner. Everything was fine, we reached the very quaint pub in the very quaint village and had dinner. From there it was supposed to be a short walk of about 20 minutes to the car, but BIL got completely disorientated in the dark and eventually we ended up in the arse end of nowhere, next to a really pretty old stone farmhouse where a group of people were stood outside in evening wear. Glamorous women in fur jackets and cocktail dresses, clearly headed for a very upmarket night out. They were getting into a taxi, so we rushed to the taxi driver and asked if he could come back after dropping them off and collect us and take us to our car. He said fine and they drove off in the opposite direction.
We waited, and BIL walked a bit further up the track as I stood and chatted to my sister. After 10 minutes he came back looking ashen. We asked what was wrong. He opened maps on his phone, and said the track lead to nothing - if you followed it for a few minutes, it just stopped, surrounded by fields, totally in the dark. Maps on his phone showed the same.
We legged it back the way we came and eventually found and rung another taxi
number. It was so bizarre - I’m sure you’re thinking ‘oh there must’ve been a turning they missed’ but honestly there was nothing!
We still call it the Twilight Zone Taxi!