27 Extremely DISTURBING Trucker Stories (Compilation)

sorry for my recent absence the thing is those of you who have referred to me in the past as daddy darkness are no longer weird because i'm a dad i had a baby a couple of days ago and i've been happy but sleepless since then so today i've got a big compilation of the trucker stories i've narrated in the past all in one easy to enjoy episode so while i'm desperately trying to figure out how to properly swaddle a baby y'all be sure to send me your scary stories at darkstories.org because i plan on doing

even more scary camping stories right after this episode thank you everyone for sticking by me all these years now let's begin the night they roamed the road from jerry scott i've been a trucker since my mid-twenties i've had many odd experiences on the road i'm pretty sure that i've come across a couple of ufos while driving late at night and encountered many strange drivers at times however the encounter i'm going to share today is by far the most terrifying and strange experience i've ever had this happened on a country road in the middle of kansas

when i was 37 the year was 2009 the night started off like most nights which consisted of me driving and listening to some music on the radio usually drinking some coffee to keep myself from getting too tired as i drove through the night on the empty road i had noticed that it began to get foggy this fog eventually became very thick and i started thinking to myself whether i should pull over for a while as i could barely see a head or keep driving i thought about it and decided to continue on there were zero

other people so far out driving in the middle of the country so maybe it was safer than i thought i still took precaution i was going slowly just in case an animal or something were to run across the road as i continued driving i started to pick up an odor the soda was the most foul thing i've ever smelled and it soon filled the inside of my truck i quickly closed the windows but that didn't help this terrible smell was already inside and i felt as if i was going to vomit the smell and the

fog became overwhelming i remember thinking to myself what in the world could be causing such an awful stench in that same moment i felt that unpleasant feeling when you know you're about to throw up i had no choice but to quickly stop the truck and open the door to empty my stomach when i was finished i quickly covered my face as that horrible smell was still in the air i closed the door and prepared myself to start driving again and that's when i noticed something ahead crossing the road the figure was unmistakably a man and

this man appeared to be limping [Music] other than his limping i also noticed that the man was wearing an old white button shirt and black suspenders i recall thinking to myself how strange and freaky the situation was and not knowing what to do i decided that i was just going to ask if he was okay and if i should call anyone for help before i was able to drive up to him i soon noticed that four more people came out from the side of the road all walking in the same direction as the first man

i saw each of them were walking in that same odd limping gate all of them wearing outdated farming clothes what i found even more strange was the fact that they didn't acknowledge the huge truck that was on the other side of the road i thought to myself if these people needed help then surely they would come to me however all of them continued limping across the road disappearing into the darkness and the fog i must also remind you we were in the middle of kansas so basically the middle of nowhere just then another figure emerged

from the darkness and began to cross the road too however this figure was far smaller i soon realized that this was a child i got out of my truck but i did not go up to the kid rather i stared at him as he continued to cross the road this child was also walking in a weird way and was wearing that old clothing too right when he was about to make it to the other side i said aloud do any of you need help the child stopped turning his head to face me my heart sank

all the way to my feet as soon as i saw his face i wasn't looking at the face of an ordinary child i was looking at the face of a corpse i cursed under my breath and stood there in fear this thing then let out the most awful scream i've ever heard and began to limp towards me but at a quicker speed than before i quickly got back inside the truck and slammed the door shut in that very moment i heard even more of those horrifying screams and saw more of these things beginning to emerge

from the darkness i quickly swerved around the kid speeding out of there as quick as i could during that whole ordeal i saw the faces of the other ones that were coming and they all had the face of decomposed corpses once i made it back to civilization i stopped at a gas station i just sat there in my truck my mind and heart were still racing and had no idea what to think this experience opened me up to many things i feel like i understand that this world is indeed strange and there might always be

things which we do not understand my trucker stories from brandon k i've been driving trucks for the past 12 years by now i've driven all over the us canada kuwait and iraq and i've seen a lot of stuff from fatal truck racks two things i just can't explain here are a few stories of my experiences as a big wrecker operator and as a long-haul trucker when i first started out i worked for a big wrecker rescue company doing tows and working car and truck racks one night i was called out to tow a car about

an hour away once i dropped the car off i was driving back to the shop and i began to feel pretty sleepy i was coming down what's called sewell mountain when all of the sudden i spotted a woman in a white flowing dress walking right out in front of my truck i slammed on the brakes and when i finally came to a stop i got out terrified thinking that i had just hit someone but when i looked at the front of the truck and underneath there was no blood no woman no damage to my truck

whatsoever just black marks on the asphalt and the sound of my truck running needless to say i didn't feel so sleepy for the rest of the night when i finally got home and was able to go to bed this woman in white kept appearing in my mind over and over again after a while i played it off as me just being tired and my eyes playing tricks on me but when i told a friend of mine that lived in the area about what i thought i'd experienced he looked surprised he then told me that several

years earlier a woman had been brutally murdered on that mountain since then people have claimed to see the woman in a wide-flowing dress around that same area my second quick story has to do with my trucker nightmares nightmares about driving down the road in my rig and out of nowhere cars will just appear stopped in the middle of the road for no reason and just before i have a chance to hit the brakes i wake up sweating i've had this nightmare more times than i can count whether i'm asleep in the truck or at home

i have them it's always the same scenario but different locations once when i was teaming i started having the nightmare and when i saw the cars and went to slam on the brakes my co-driver who was actually driving at the time really did have to slam on the brakes i woke up feeling like my heart was going to jump out of my chest i thought the nightmares were just something only i experienced but after talking to my uncle he used to be a long-haul trucker as well as several other old-school truckers they all told me

that every trucker has nightmares after they do this job long enough i've come to accept it as something that comes with the job my last story is another big wrecker rescue story i worked 12 truck wrecks while working as a big wrecker rescue driver and that does not include all the car wrecks but this wreck in particular had to be the weirdest accident i ever worked it also paints a scary picture of how inexperienced some of these new drivers are and how little they are trained now so i got a call one night that there

was a tractor-trailer turned over on a westbound exit about nine miles away from our shop i was the first driver on the scene and i saw that the trailer had indeed turned over but the truck was setting up right i walked up to the truck and knocked on the door when the driver stuck his head out of the window i scratched my head and said but i just have to ask how in the world did you get the truck unhooked from the trailer before it turned over on its side he told me he had to

get diesel fuel i looked at him and said and do you unhook the trailer why to which he responded with i didn't think my trailer would fit under the pumps i told him if his trailer wouldn't fit then the truck wouldn't fit and i also said if you did have to unhook your trailer then why didn't he just unhook it on the diesel lot he simply said he didn't know when he unhooked his trailer he dropped it on a shale bank and the trailer was hauling eight or nine of those big six thousand pound rolls

of paper from the paper mill and when he pulled his truck out from underneath the trailer the shell bank shifted causing the trailer to turn over i asked how long he'd been with the company and he told me that he was still on his 90-day probation period i looked at him and i said well you were just fired he got offended and asked how i knew that i told him trust me when you call your company and tell them what you did they're going to fire you on the spot we had to give him a

ride to our shop so we could call his company he was on the phone for roughly 10 to 15 minutes and came out of the office with a grim look on his face said that they fired him i looked at him and said i tried to tell you to all my truckers out there thank you for what you do and be safe terrifying encounter on the road from the awoken swamp creature it was 15 years ago when i was eight my dad was a trucker and as one might expect he spent a lot of time

on the road when i was on break for school my dad would often take me with them trucking across many states i enjoyed going with my dad mainly because the open road is so relaxing and we'd stop by many places to eat along the way this particular time i went was during the summer of 2005 a week or so after the school year ended my dad told me to pack a bit extra this time due to the fact that he was going further than usual on this route that evening i started packing my clothes and

any sort of entertainment which ended up just being my game boy color early the next morning my dad and i left to the place where the truck was kept and we departed from there the first couple of hours were usually just driving non-stop so i took the time to play my game boy and to gaze out the window from time to time about three hours later my dad asked me if i was hungry so we went to a mcdonald's to eat some food after finishing our meals we got back in the truck and began driving

again another hour of driving down an empty road had passed we were both suddenly startled by a loud scraping sound on the bottom right side of the truck my dad pulled over exiting the truck to see what the noise was i stayed inside i didn't really see what happened i do remember my dad being on the phone he sounded very upset eventually dad got back inside the truck and told me we're gonna have to stop by somewhere first because something happened to the truck before i knew it we had arrived at some repair looking shop

then my dad went to go talk to someone who was inside a couple of minutes later my dad returned telling me to get out of the truck because it needed to be checked i wasn't told what the problem with the truck was my dad and i waited about four hours or so for the man to finish what he was doing and once he was done we left and continued on it was about 6 pm by then and i started to play on my game boy again given there was still some light out to see the

screen i wanted to play as much as i could before the sun began to set i continued to play for another hour or so until i got sleepy so i turned off the game boy and rested my head on the side of the door staring out the window and watching the trees as we drove by eventually falling asleep i abruptly awoke from my sleep due to my dad driving very fast down the road i remember looking out the window and seeing that the sun had already started setting and it was darker outside than it had

been before i fell asleep i then remember my dad telling me don't be scared which confused me at the moment because i had no idea what was going on i then asked my dad why he was driving so fast he didn't answer keeping his face forward toward the road i stared at him and that's when i saw a movement coming from outside his window at first all i saw was something white rushing up to his window and then rushing back off i was still very confused wondering what in the world it was and why it

was going so fast the object then came into view again this time it got close enough to slap the driver's side window when it got that close to the truck i was able to get a pretty good look at it what i saw was what appeared to be a woman with long black hair covering most of her face and she was wearing a white gown she appeared to be floating she flew back away for a minute and then soon came again quickly slapping the window once more only to fly back away this spirit then came

back and i quickly closed my eyes when i saw that it was about to press its face against the driver's side window i heard my dad scream and curse telling me not to look i kept my eyes shut hearing my dad starting to whimper too all i can remember after that is that i kept my eyes closed until we made it back to civilization whatever we saw that night has haunted me for years after that i still get chills when i think about it i have no idea what that thing was and what it wanted

i don't know exactly which state we were in either only that it happened somewhere in the southeast of the us this was something that was never discussed between my dad and i and sadly he passed away six years ago due to medical issues until recently i thought that he never told anyone about what happened about two months ago my mom and i were talking about dad and his side of the family we eventually began talking about my grandparents as we were talking about grandma my mom seemingly out of nowhere asked me about that night when

my dad and i were out trucking i was shocked to have found out that my dad actually told my mom about it considering it was never brought up before at least not in front of me she asked me if i saw the face of the thing that was outside the truck and i said no she stayed silent for a couple of seconds then asked me if i ever noticed my dad acting weird after that i told her that the only thing i found strange was that he never talked about it my mom then told me

the scariest thing i'd ever heard she explained to me that when the thing pressed its face against the driver's side window it had said something to my father it said something to him in my grandma's voice his mother's voice and when he heard it he looked at the thing's face and saw the face of his dead mother according to my mom that experience forever haunted my dad and he would have constant nightmares of it ever since that thing stole the peace from my dad's remaining years woman on the road from trucker net i'm a 27

year old guy a truck driver from southeast texas i've been driving trucks for about eight years now and love every minute of it getting paid to travel america i couldn't ask for anything more on the road i've experienced plenty of obstacles and the unexplained including car accidents trucks flipping over right in front of me to odd shadows on the road but the incident that happened to me while driving to corpus christi texas from houston texas was by far the weirdest and i still cannot explain it at all probably never will because i told myself i'm

never going back on that road to begin with i drive double trailers for a furniture company i always drive night and finish at about 5 am that night i just got finished getting loaded and was heading to corpus christi from houston which was about a three and a half hour drive i'd made the trip plenty of times before so i played a podcast sipped on my coffee and drove into the night i drove for about two hours until i reached this back road a decent shortcut this back road i take is a thin road and

there are absolutely no cars or houses for miles that i can see most i've seen are deer even a few wild hogs here and there and the beautiful night sky as i'm driving about 10 miles in i notice a figure on the road up ahead instinctively i slow down thinking it's a deer or another kind of animal of some sort i was hoping it would move but as i drew closer to it i noticed it wasn't an animal but an average height girl walking with her back towards me not in the slightest acknowledging that a

semi was coming towards her she didn't seem bothered by the fact that she was in the middle of the road i slowed down to about 15 miles per hour and tried to pass her safely using the other lane as the road had no shoulder as i passed her i noticed that she was wearing sweats and a white shirt and she wasn't wearing shoes her hair was blonde but i could not see her face as soon as my rig began to pass her i slowed down even more i was worried and i was going to roll

down the window and ask if she needed help once my window reached parallel to her i began to roll it down but she turned her head to look in at me she did it so fast it was like she snapped her neck as we made eye contact for a brief second i was able to get a good look at her face and by god did i nearly soil myself the woman's face was pale with a blank expression and she stared at me as if looking into my very soul her eyeliner was dripping all over her

face as her eyes seemed to be full of tears she had an unbelievably long mouth that looked like she used eyeliner to make her mouth look bigger and in the form of a permanent smile as i looked at her face i put the hammer down on the pedal a semi takes a long time to speed up especially with two loaded trailers as i passed her she began running after the truck legit running after me i eventually built up speed and looked in the mirror she was gone she had just vanished she might have gone in

the bushes but i doubt there was enough time for her to do that but i can't be sure so i couldn't tell ya about 40 miles later i made it to the end of the back road and as i made a right turn at a stop sign there was a car and a honda it was on the right side of the road in the grass with a woman with blonde hair and smeared eyeliner staring at me as i made the turn i'm not sure what i saw that day if it was real or if i

was tired but ever since then i never take that road and i try to avoid any back roads as much as possible desert ufo from nanita brazil i'm a female truck driver been on the road for the past 20 years one night around 2 or 3 a.m i was traveling on sr 95 from arizona to nevada for those who don't know the area is very desolate it's over 400 miles of pure desert the only things around are the occasional border patrol checkpoints after clearing the first border control checkpoint and driving several more miles in i

noticed what could only be explained as a two mile wide black light pillar that was darker than night that put me in a very curious and apprehensive mood i never thought that something like that was possible traffic at the time was almost non-existent i could see as far as my headlights would let me i would say around eight to ten miles behind me is very flat land as i passed this dark pillar about a mile later i saw what appeared to be a rest area it was very bright up ahead i remember thinking they must

be having a rave i could make out different color lights as i was entertaining my thoughts of joining the party my truck just shut down i struggled to pull to the side of the road as i was doing so i noticed the headlights behind me one by one they were turning off and then i noticed the dark pillar in the sky it was still very much there i looked forward to see what i thought was the rest area but it wasn't because it lifted off the ground the lights became brighter than the sun lighting up

the entire desert as if it was daytime before i could even rationalize it it just shot off into the sky and disappeared then and only then did the headlights behind me and my own vehicle turned back on i drove confused and a bit scared for another six to eight miles where i found a real rest stop i stopped and joined the other truckers there many of which also witnessed the event and we discussed it for 10 minutes or so there were so many people there discussing this that no one really cared to park correctly there

must have been between 50 and 80 people there all talking about the strange ufo we'd seen many of us called and reported the sighting you might even be able to pull it up online if they archived it it was june 2013. i really don't think we're so alone in this universe room 605 from nanita brazil back in 2012 i experienced the worst snowstorm i've ever seen i was picking up a load in spokane washington as i was driving my truck i kept sliding and swerving on the road no traction whatsoever and even with my heater

on it was extremely cold my cell phone rang at one point it was my company informing me that they made a hotel reservation for me in the area as the weather forecast was predicting extreme cold temperatures for those familiar with trucking companies they can be very cheap they got me a horrible hotel room room 605 i noticed that the attendant had a smirk on his face as he handed me the key that bothered me a bit i wasn't sure what he meant by that so as i was going to the second floor i noticed that

i might be the only person in this hotel and i didn't like that either the snow outside was bad i mean terrible the snowflakes themselves were huge as i walked to my room i began to hear loud knocking on the wall beside me they seemed to follow me all the way to the bathroom i ignore the knocking as a female driver i figured it may be some guys who had seen me walking in maybe even other truckers who were stuck here and this was their way of catcalling which i certainly didn't appreciate as i looked

in my room the first thing i noticed was a tube tv i forced myself to go back to my truck grabbing a 36 inch flat screen with an hdmi this would help me get much more comfortable in my room i plugged my computer into the tv and was relieved to see that they had good wi-fi i quickly pulled up a page to keep an eye on the weather conditions after taking a long shower the knocks kept going and i did my best to ignore them back in my room i started to get comfortable but immediately

got a lot of pressure and pain in my chest it was so bad i thought of calling the paramedics but with the storm i thought they would never get here i stepped outside for a bit and soon luckily it passed outside i noticed right in front of the hotel was the fire department which was even better i felt relieved that help was so close in case the pain came back as if like a light switch as soon as i stepped back into my hotel room the pain came again worse this time it was too much

for me i ran across the street and talked to some paramedics they put me on an ekg machine and told me i'm fine and if things get worse don't hesitate to call long story short this awful chest pain that made me feel like i was dying happened eight times that night all while the knocking kept coming and coming i ended up calling the paramedics over while they were at the hotel they checked for any carbon monoxide leaks but that was fine too when they were gone i decided to pray my mother always gave me holy

water to bless my truck i sprinkled a bit in the room then lay down on the bed and to my horror the bed began to shake slightly i was hoping that the people next door were just having a good time if you know what i'm saying but then the whole bed just slid to the center of the room i was terrified i quickly ran to turn on the lights and as i looked back i swear i saw a shadow move from the bedside to the bathroom i tried to remain calm but i felt more angry

than scared by then this thing was attacking me and it had no right to i prayed even harder then dousing the place with more holy water i entered the bathroom but then the bathroom door slammed shut behind me i stood my ground it was then that i saw the shampoo bottle lift off the ground and arch backward as if someone was about to throw it eventually it did throw the bottle at me then the soap and conditioner too when i realized it was able to interact with solid objects like that to hurt me i wondered

what else it was capable of i ran out of the room then to the fire department i told them what happened but they had a good laugh i told them to look towards my room mine was the only one with the lights on it seemed i really was the only person staying there and on my floor we could make out a shadowy figure standing in the window i could hear the firefighters gasp the cops were called and they checked my room my room was in tatters my laptop and tv in pieces my clothes scattered across

the room i didn't bother picking up my things that night and despite the cold i slept in my truck that night i couldn't help but remember the smirk on the attendant's face like he knew what i was about to experience and he still let me stay in that room it was that experience that confirmed the supernatural for me be wary of staying in any room 605s in spokane washington crowbar submitted by travis inn back in 1995 i drove an 18-wheeler for a living for a short period of time while i only traveled the highways for

a little over a year i had the pleasure most of the time of meeting some very nice and interesting fellow truckers i don't recall where i was when the story was relayed to me but i remember it was very cold and late as i pulled into a small truck stop somewhere in the midwest i applied the rig's safety breaks and left her running while i ducked inside for a shower and a bite to eat so after a filling of greasy yet hot meal i lounged back sipping some of my hot coffee counting the miles in

my head and trying to do the math on my eta at my drop site the following day satisfied i could afford the time to rest a while i lounged liquidly in the booth sipping my coffee and barely listening to the light sound of some music flowing through the small quiet truck stop interrupted periodically by a noise from the kitchen or the waitress's chatter with another customer i began to doze sitting up the warm air and heavy meal taking its toll after the long day's drive as my eyelids fought gravity a voice addressed me hey there

my eyes shot open to see a large burly trucker and coveralls he was wearing an old hat that had seen so much use its logo was now unreadable he had a thick beard and kind eyes his face had been weathered perhaps by years of being on the road a true veteran oh hello sorry i was i began as he held up a patient hand indicating he understood and his face transferred the emotion of being sorry to have disturbed me no no i understand but if you don't mind some company i haven't had a proper conversation

with a live person in three days he said it politely but also his body language and demeanor seemed to leave me and out if i wasn't up for it i was so i motioned for him to settle in as i roused myself from a slumped position a little happy myself to have a conversation that wasn't on his cb radio he maneuvered his bulk somewhat awkwardly into the small booth chuckling about the situation i myself was no lean trim athlete but this guy was big not weight lifter big but a throwback to the 80s wrestler big

in fact he kind of reminded me of hillbilly jim the wrestler back in the day in fact he introduced himself as jim and shook my hand as we made small talk i mostly listened occasionally telling him where i was from where i was headed who i drove for the usual trucker small talk he told me he was an owner operator his own boss and he drove a flatbed hauling tractor parts at the moment then he began to ask me how i was holding up if i liked my job real friendly conversation jim was honest and

what you saw is what you got he seemed very enthused to have someone to talk to before we both knew it an hour had flown by he started to make a gesture to leave voicing that he didn't want to overstay his welcome to which i waved away the comment actually jem i'm in no hurry and you aren't bothering me at all i was kind of hoping i'd meet someone eventually that i could talk shop with and get an idea of what to expect out there jim smiled and he seemed genuinely happy to hang out a

little longer he chuckled and mentioned i'm kind of glad you said that cause i'm not sure i can get out of this booth at the moment i laughed at him and took his meaning it was warm and cozy despite the tight fit he finished his coffee and casually lifted his mug to the waitress along with the patient's smile he leaned forward as much as his girth would allow he snorted and made himself comfortable then asked you want to hear a true story buddy he paused as the waitress filled his cop i shook my head politely

as she looked towards me as soon as the waitress was satisfied that we were content she moved on jim leaned in on his elbows hovering his thick gray beard over his steaming mug you gotta be careful out there friend he began you see a fellow like you driving for one of those big companies has too many rules i raised an eyebrow how so i mean yes he was right of course there were way too many rules most with safety in mind but i was curious where he was going with this i had heard of truckers

carrying illegal weights on back roads trying to avoid scales like up in idaho where an owner operator of one's own rig could get paid by the pound so naturally there were those that loaded the crap out of their trailers then rolled on heavy hoping the d.o.t didn't pull them over and shut them down with the hefty fine then the prophet was gone but jim wasn't talking about illegal weights or cheating log books for extended driving purposes he paused and looked down as if deciding how to begin well about 10 years ago i was hauling box

trailers like you are now i was in the middle of nowhere wisconsin again jim paused but not for a fact i could tell he was reliving some deep stuff and i suddenly felt like i was violating his privacy i felt awkward but it passed as jim continued so he began sipping again at the steaming caffeine i'm getting tired and it's about one or two in the morning so i know it's about time to pull her over and get some shut eye jim went on as i felt my drowsiness dimming well as fate would have it

i see a sign for a flying j truck stop so i pull in and back her up and leave her idle it was cold as a moose's tits out there and i wasn't coming back to a freezing truck he chuckled as we both looked outside at the freezing parking lot smiling i nodded all too well how much i understood that so i gathered up my stuff and rolled my fat self out of the truck looking forward to a shower and some chow he paused briefly now i got my bag slung over my shoulder and i

lower myself to the asphalt and head on in after locking her up still running of course i nodded for him to continue like i said earlier there's laws and there's rules being that we drive federal motor carriers i sensed where jim was going with this jim had been armed a lot of owner operators carry weapons some being guns despite the federal law prohibiting it however many company drivers like myself seldom carried anything as we could lose our jobs just for having a gun in the vehicle and that's just for starters jim grunts as he shifts

in the booth i eat i shower and you know the routine it's time to hit the rack i cross the tarmac size parking lot heading back to my truck he trails off looking into his half empty coffee mug man he exclaims in a whisper i can remember that cold air on my wet head hell even with my hat on i couldn't get back home to the truck fast enough i had my keys ready and i unlocked the door and popped the hatch that warm hair hit me and i thought nothing could feel that welcoming and

i was right jim looks right into my eyes i grabbed the trail balancing my bag on my shoulder and hike a foot up to the first runner and then it happens jim makes a comic book like a noise or sound effect thwack right in the freaking ankle i mean instant chilling pain i immediately drop or more or less crumple to the ground stun from the blow in the fall my ankle was on fire and if you've ever taken a shot from anything in that freezing cold it hurts it hurts bad he wasn't kidding and now

i was hooked jim continues with his voice now trembling just slightly i admired his ability to contain himself as he continues as what he tells me horrifies me i'm trying to pick myself back up and i look up to see this figure this shadow crawling out from under my rig at first i couldn't tell what i was looking at and my ankle was numb it was on fire at the same time i simply couldn't get up i just couldn't i was all bundled up overweight and now crippled after being struck apparently and falling off of

my running trail holy hell i muttered my guts nodding in anticipation hell is right jim chided so now i can make some sense out of what just happened but there ain't no time as this scrawny wasted looking fellow with a crowbar in his hand is scuttling out from under my rig right towards me now i don't know what this guy's intentions were rob me kill me both still my rig all of the above he choked back some of the dark memory this guy is crawling out from under my truck and he's almost cleared the running

board which will give him a much better position of opportunity concerning my potential fate then i saw the look in his eyes it was a look of madness you know when you can tell someone is committed to whatever they're gonna do no matter what yeah this guy with his wet stringy hair looked desperate and savage at the same time i've no doubt he was one or both just christ i sighed what did you do jim i asked fully enthralled in his tale i was sitting across from a living gym and i already assumed he survived

the encounter but how well he went on i pulled out my 357 magnum from my shower bag like i said laws and rules are for some i shot him twice in the chest i was terrified jim admitted freaking terrified and in some serious shock well i hit him both times and needless to say the encounter was over just like that it seemed like it lasted forever and at the same time just a few seconds hell it don't really matter how long it took but i finished what he had started jim seemed sad he seemed lost

for a second i sympathized with him and empathized as well he hated it he wasn't bragging and i was right jim's eyes watered a second or two but being the tough trucker he was he dried up just that quick he shook his head i just can't imagine how desperate or what this guy was thinking but in the end it didn't matter he was gone jim went on to tell me the magnum gunshots alerted the truck stop and the police were called promptly as well as an ambulance for jim the crowbar guy didn't need one yep

i spent three days in the hospital with my life idling out there and some truck stop with two bullet holes in her he laughed a little to ease the tension no they they towed the bastard took good care of her for me until i could get around again but man that's your home and and well i killed that stupid guy i killed that stupid stupid bastard jim trailed off with a quizzical look on his face as he quickly reflected back to that night the table lurched a little as jim awkwardly shuffled to his feet throwing

a few ones on the table ah be careful out there kid always be aware of your surroundings all of them he stressed he tipped his hat at me smiled and as he lumbered off i noticed for the first time he had a slight limp in his right leg the unmarked semi submitted by hannah r [Music] this happened about a decade ago but i remember it very vividly i was 16 years old and it was may 20th of 2008. my mom and two friends and i were on our way over the cascade mountain range to see

our favorite band in seattle i live in the dead center of washington state about three hours from seattle for those of you who live in the south or other states that don't have mountain passes basically to get to towns that are on the other side of the mountains you have to drive up and through the mountains on a highway with an extremely steep incline and yep you guessed it people always speed they pass when there are no passing lanes and a lot of fatal car accidents happen on this specific pass we were traveling there is

always a chance something bad is going to happen when driving it so we started on our journey in the afternoon and we weren't even to the top of the pass yet when in the rearview mirror behind us in our lane my mom spots a few cars going off into the ditches and on the side of the road they were lucky it wasn't a sheer drop off at that point of the road it's only two lane traffic so yeah whatever was forcing these cars off the road was definitely gaining on us fast my friends and i

were looking back to see what craziness was happening and we spot it we relayed the information back to my mom who needs to really focus on driving right about now and she can't see what's going on behind her it's a massive semi-truck it has a huge cabin light blue and completely blacked out windows i mean you could literally not even see a silhouette from anyone inside the semi is about three cars behind us now it is literally hauling up this very steep incline that's pretty much not even possible for semi-trucks to do that they usually

put on their hazards and slow down then get to the right of this steep steep hill as he was gaining on us he was forcing more and more cars behind us off of the road he just didn't care whoever this was was not caring about the safety of anyone else and we were now very very scared for our lives my mom has a subaru forester so we were out running him pretty good then he was right behind us so my mom pulled over to the right and slowed down as much as she could just to

let him pass as he passed we wanted to take down his plate number and company so that we could call in a very deserved complaint i kid you not not only the trailer of the truck was completely blank but the doors of the cabin were completely blank as well they didn't even have any plates and all that was visible was a giant american flag painted on the front of the grill that's some scary stuff just remembering it right now thankfully he didn't force us off the road the other cars were staying really far back from

him but my mom was in shock and really ticked off so we sped up to pass him and get away from him for good we didn't want to witness or be behind him when he caused a massive wreck so pretty fast we got up next to the guy to pass him at this point it had turned into two lanes so it was safe and legal to pass we were almost clear of him but one of my dumb friends literally just flipped him off that's a genius move isn't it especially when doing it to someone who

literally just doesn't care so we passed him barely then he starts speeding up again to do who knows what to us so my mom just floors it at this point we were close to the top of the pass which levels off and then starts to descend down the other side of the mountain there's always a pull off area to the right so she just floored it into the dirt area as close to the edge of the woods as she could then slammed on the brakes all at the same time telling us to get out of

the car as fast as possible and to run into the trees this was serious the car wasn't even fully stopped yet as we flung those doors open we left them open and ran into the woods we ran about 30 yards in then finally stopped and gathered ourselves we were so scared to go back to the car because what if he had stopped too who knows what's happening at our vehicle but we had somewhere to be and the clock was ticking so after a few minutes we went back and thankfully there was no sign of him

when regular traffic was on the road which was such a sight to see considering we could have been pancakes just a few seconds before after we did get back on the road only a few minutes later we passed three different cars all of which look like their rear ends had been crushed we then called 9-1-1 we told them what happened where the scene was then we described the semi truck to them and hopefully they would catch this psycho that didn't have any business being behind the wheel of something so big to this day we really

don't know who was driving that thing or what they had in their trailer but it couldn't have been anything good by the look of things about how they just didn't care about anyone else that they just wanted to get to their destination faster than possible i'm sure they were hauling something illegal or just something scary who knows but it still gives me chills that blacked out cabin with the american flag we survived and made it to the concert and i got attacked in the mosh pit it was a great night altogether in the end all

i want to say is to be safe on the roads i suggest you hold back your road rage and not pick fights with other vehicles it's difficult sometimes but you just never know the scary people and unknown things out there who knows when you'll flip off the wrong person only to have them blindside you in your car out of nowhere trucker encounter submitted by nick this incident happened only a few months ago the exact date slips my mind we had been on a road trip to my old hometown we had my childhood home up for

rent and we're going to evict the current renters for ignorance and sadly we lived about 46 hours away clear across the state thankfully me and my mother had actually been around the state many times from delivering animals for money to just trying to find a new state to live in from california to oklahoma the exact place this happened had to be somewhere in nebraska it was late at dusk after driving for days and being so close to our destination it seemed like a breath of fresh air to see a pilot gas station bright yellow lights

made the place look like a little inn especially with the mass of big rigs that seemed to make their home for the night there now when we got there i probably looked a bit peculiar bicolored hair and totally greasy looking the immense heat was a horrible drag but the dimming night cooled it to a comfortable temperature going into the rather big establishment i b-lined for the restroom so i could fix myself up i ran into a big hunk of a driver exiting the open shower rooms i didn't pay much mind to him at the time

i was just too concerned with myself i may have noticed that he took a second look at me if i hadn't been so distracted but i would later find out after the incident after caring for myself and getting a drink i went outside to cool off we had parked off to the very edge of the big rigs but i wanted to stretch my legs out so i decided to walk around the fully shut down and supposedly sleeping big rigs the majority of the running ones were parked in the back which i made sure to stay

away from as to not interrupt or be in the way my mother was content doing her scratch-offs in the truck so i decided to take my time knowing it would be a while before we absolutely needed to go the night air had finally cooled down and i was lounging down with my gatorade bottle when that same big rig driver walked by to which i gave a casual wave something we do to everyone even strangers i didn't feel creeped out then just a tad bit of anxiety since i had just run into the guy but again

i ignored him it wasn't long before i decided to go back to the truck i moved my way past through the big rigs to reach the truck quicker as i passed through the first two rows of trucks i suddenly heard a gruff cough just to see the same guy somewhat blocking my path i slowed down i felt a tad eerie as how much of a coincidence would it have to be to see the same guy where i'm at three times in a row right as i'm about to walk past him the guy grabs my arm

i stiffened up and turned to him obviously nervous and a bit irritated i remember saying excuse me what are you doing i personally heard enough trucker murderer stories to know to be freaked out at that point so assuming i was in danger i made sure to tell him of my mother waiting and such but this mountain of a man seemed to not be phased whatsoever he smelled of oil and sweat i jerked my arm away and moved back hearing him speak now ah now come on don't you want to see the inside of my rig

i shook my head no and went to turn around and pull away only to be grabbed again and at this point i was getting terrified and pissed now that i look back on it screaming would have been a great option but i was so angry and horrified it slipped my mind entirely i turned to him and said in my most sarcastic voice i'm sure your rig is beautiful but i need to get back before i could finish he interrupted me now missy please come take a ride with me i could show you some pretty neat

things he began to pull on me moving towards the rig next to us if i had watched him earlier i would have totally bypassed this aisle but i didn't again a dumb decision i struggled from his grasp when finally he tried to get a better grip by letting go and grabbing me again but i thankfully slipped far enough away in a jog i took a deep breath and i ran toward the truck back in the truck i pondered the incident as a flood of rigs went by i assumed he was in one of them considering

what he'd just done he was probably making his getaway watching me from his cab i ended up not telling my mother until after we made it home the moral of the story here is to pay attention to those who surround you don't walk around alone with no protection in the middle of nowhere at some gas station how did she survive submitted by jessica this is a story told to me by my uncle his name is stacy actually i love listening to stories about each state and seeing pictures from places i've always wanted to go he

always seems to have a story of creepy people or drunks he's encountered but this one chills me in a special way we live in tennessee one day he had to take a load of produce to illinois he left around 2am because where he needed to pick up his trailer was rather far away and he wanted to get a head start around 6 in the morning he picked up his load and headed off fast forward about three hours and he's in the middle of kentucky he pulled off in a truck stop to get some dinner because

he had to take a break later so he could go to sleep and rest up a bit he ordered a hamburger and sat down to enjoy then some girl walks up to him dressed in a ragged dress my uncle politely asks if he could help her and she just said i put his body in the river it's in trash bags right away this freaks my uncle out he looks away from her and tries to ignore what she just said trying to finish his food but she sat next to him and stares at him when he

finishes he asked the server for directions to the nearest gas station she told him where the next one was and when he goes to head out that same girl was waiting for him by his truck he asked her to please move so that he could get inside and she replied no don't you want to see the bodies they're just across the hill in the river they've been there for about a week why doesn't anyone want to see them they have the same horror on their faces as when i slit their throats now my uncle just

pushes her out of the way then crawled into his truck and locked the doors he figured it was probably a prank and decides to go to the gas station for a bottle of water he stops off at a 7-eleven and got a six-pack of water but that same girl was still outside his truck which shouldn't have been possible in that time frame he was ready to finish and go home so he tells the girl to get the hell out of the way to just leave him alone he says this time he noticed her eyes they

were red and the next moment he blinked the girl was gone my uncle got into his truck drove to the shoulder of the road and just parked it there he felt like he needed to be out of the way if he was going to get some rest and after seeing something like that it took him a long time to finally get some sleep he had probably been resting for two hours when he heard his truck door violently try to be opened he opened the curtains only to see the same girl holding a knife a bloody

knife she was saying i told you the bodies are real and you're about to be one of them making sure the doors were still locked my uncle started the truck and left right away he didn't stop driving until he arrived in illinois and luckily once there nothing else happened to him on the way home he had to go back through kentucky and he would see her on the side of the road every so often but the moment he crossed back into tennessee the weirdness would just stop he has told me and the rest of my

family to never go to kentucky he says every time i go i see her it's like some curse that lives and breathes in that hellhole of a state none of us dared to cross the kentucky line after hearing this story and i don't think we ever will i know it sounds weird and it's nothing personal against kentuckians but please be careful if you're going to kentucky it seems the demon picks its victims and they're almost always truckers truckers hell submitted by orion this story takes place at a summer camp that i'd go to as a

kid this is actually a story from one of the camper's dads not my own the story begins with my friend's dad leaving from a small town in colorado with his long haul to idaho he's a truck driver he arrives at his first stop like always he eats some mcdonald's like he always does and fills up his truck he leaves colorado and prays he'll have a good trip he enters wyoming at around 12 that day there the winds are very intense and he's suddenly frightened by something he hears it sounds like someone is screaming he looks

around and sees nothing and he gets back in his truck to continue driving he drives for another half an hour or so but he hears the same screaming voice on the road ahead as he passes by he sees a woman covered in blood screaming screaming something along the lines of you killed me and points right at him with blood dripping from her eyes he looks at the clock it's 12 45. he's in his truck and just saying to himself that he's just tired that he needs to get some rest at the next truck stop he

gets out to go in and grab something to drink but as soon as he opens the door the wind slams its shot and right there before him is the same woman as before he tries to climb back in the truck and start it but now it's stalling and he's 100 convinced that he's a dead man and right then the clock hit 1 am the truck roars back to life and the woman is nowhere to be seen he hauls himself out of there the rest of his trip to and from his destination goes fine when he

gets back to colorado he says he quits his job to his boss the job was just too stressful and kept him away from the people he loved he gets married to his girlfriend at the time a year later and they begin to have a family together well a few years after he quit his old boss calls one day telling him that one of their men who was driving the same road he drove right before quitting had just been killed they say that someone ripped his chest open with a hunting knife writing you killed me on

the windshield of his truck my friend's dad was 24 when this happened and he told his son to never stay out past midnight because that's when the demons come out and they're always looking for a victim the man at the truck stop by midnight follower [Music] when i was 16 years old i lived in a fairly small town so small in fact you could easily walk from one end of the town to another within 30 or 40 minutes there wasn't much to do on a saturday night there during the hot summer and when a close

friend of mine called to say a few bands were playing i jumped at the chance to do something i quickly got ready and walked to meet her at a gas station across town for some fine truck stop food before the show during the walk i had my headphones in but i couldn't shake the feeling of being watched i would stop to look around but no one was there once i reached the truck stop my friend maggie was already waiting inside i went inside and told her about the weird feeling i had as we grabbed soda

chips and hot dogs as we were grabbing those hot dogs there was a man standing next to the machine he was extremely tall and was wearing a hoodie it struck me as odd it was summer and an extremely hot one that year he smiled at us and asked what are you two doing tonight you know whatever we can around here maggie replied the man said ah how old are you girls sixteen why i stupidly asked ah wish you guys were older uh there's a party going on and i still might be able to get you

in if you're interested uh no thanks maggie replied are you sure he insisted you two look pretty hot tonight he asked in a low voice as he began to walk away we watched him pay for whatever he had then he walked out feeling a bit creeped out by the guy we waited around for 10 minutes then paid for our food and left as we were walking out of the truck stop entrance we looked in every direction to make sure the guy was gone and we didn't see anything feeling safe we began to walk where the

bands were playing the place was packed we watched the shows and had a good time and by the time everyone was leaving the sun was beginning to set and it was getting dark maggie decided to stay the night so we were starting to head back to my place when we got there we were getting settled in for the night i put in a dvd and we were going to sleep with it playing a few hours later i heard movement which woke me up that's when i saw a dark figure standing outside of my window whoever

they were they didn't know that i was awake yet and they were trying to get the screen off of my window i screamed as loud as i possibly could maggie jumped up and huddled close to me asking me what happened but then she was just as petrified when she saw the man at the window as well as i finally snapped out of it maggie as well we sprinted out of the room nearly running into my mom who was running out of her room who then proceeded to ask us what was going on we explained as

quick as we could what was happening we locked ourselves in her room as she dialed the police the house went creepily silent it only took about five minutes but it seemed like a lifetime that's a bright side of living in such a small town the cops make it over pretty fast when the police came by the guy was gone leaving behind a massive hole in the screen in my window as well as a large kitchen knife later on we were packing up to move out of town and i couldn't be happier except just before we

left someone left flowers at my front door with a note that said i can't wait to see you again though we never got a good look at him based on his height i'm pretty sure that guy was the same one we saw at the truck stop luckily i never saw him again i graduated at 17 and moved across the country shortly after even though it was about 15 years ago i still find myself locking my doors in windows every night and to the man at my window i never want to see you again stranger at

the truck stop by shea before getting into this story currently where i live there have been posts on facebook with people who have claimed to have been approached by people about bibles and the word of god one woman claims she was approached by a female and asked about the bible she declined but then was followed through four neighboring towns until she finally pulled over into a police station she watched the vehicle that had followed her pass by slowly she saw the woman in the front seat and in the back there were several large men staring

at her this took place only 15 minutes where i live turns out they were human traffickers with that being said i'm a 20 year old female who has been doing late night shifts for the truck stop i work at normally i'd work mornings and never alone but we're pretty short-staffed and i'm one of the bosses so to speak so i picked up these shifts until we hired new bodies now i see a lot of different characters here drunk girls coming in asking if they can have a smoke teenagers yelling at me for not selling them

scratch offs or swisher sweets you know the typical gas station kind of stuff one night my co-worker came in and i was finishing up counting my drawer i was about to take out the trash after that so i could clock out and leave for the night i forgot to mention i'm 5'3 so i definitely don't look too intimidating this guy that came in the day before i believe he was from brazil or cuba needed my help with an atm that we have inside he had a thick accent and was covered in tattoos i'm describing this

because as i'm finishing up my work the guy comes in and walks up to the counter he walks up to my co-worker and he asked where he could buy some weed he's staring at both of us and i couldn't help but feel that this was a huge red flag after not getting an answer he walks out the front door i finally finish putting the coins into those little dispensers and go over to all of the trashes and start bagging them up as i'm tying one of the trash cans one of the ones outside he comes

over to me what time are you out well whenever i'm finished taking out the trash meet me outside when done we can smoke and talk another red flag i stared at him and responded no thanks i need to get home after work he replies you can spare 10 minute i'll be outside so this guy i've only ever seen once before is telling me that i have to make time for him i roll my eyes and take out a round of trash and go back inside to clock out i was thinking of going out the emergency

exit but perhaps i was acting irrational i called my then boyfriend and told him what was happening and he was more paranoid than i was neither of us had any idea what to do i was walking toward the door and i assumed since i parked my car in front of the store i could just make a run for it it would take me all but five seconds to get from the door to the car so i'm at the door and i could see him standing outside smoking a cigarette right next to my car immediately i

thought how in the world did he know that car was mine now i'm in full panic mode i tell my co-worker and he's sketched out too so i waited inside longer and backed up the little trashes we kept at the register so that it would look like i was still busy i then go outside and he starts walking the opposite direction towards his car and i flat out run to mine unlock it and lock it as soon as the door opens i then look over to where the man was he's standing at a van and

three different guys are climbing out huge guys wearing the same black jackets and they're all walking towards me the guy from before is motioning me with his arm angrily for me to get out of my car at that point i couldn't help but notice that one of the guys was carrying a pistol i was terrified and i peeled out of the parking lot they climbed back in their van and began to follow me i was crying the police station was back the other way and i was afraid to turn around so i took them down

some back roads i knew of when i finally lost them i turned around and made my way to the police station after which a very nice officer followed me home luckily i haven't seen a trace of that guy or his van never have i been so scared in my life always check your back seat before you drive by the mango everything was safer back in the day is something the generations before us always like to seemingly brag about as if all the evils in the world have only just manifested my mother recalls on these times

as she drives my best friend and i to the king of prussia maul after school one day stressing stranger danger in the buddy system the entire drive there my friend and i joke around with my mom saying how nothing bad has ever happened to us anyone we know or even really in this area it's actually a pretty great and safe place to live she lets out a loud laugh that ends with a prolonged sigh and reminds us to not be so naive that danger lurks everywhere even in an area as beautiful as ours girls she

stared at me with an all too serious look in her eyes you don't know this but a man tried to take my friend's life in valley forge what when i wondered my friend gabrielle and i started stammering over each other we just had to know more at this point we were both a bit dark not to mention our houses are literally on the border of the park itself as my mom begins the story gabrielle and i prepare to laugh at what she might call scary but we really had no idea that this would end up

being our go-to you want to hear a creepy story tale during the 70s on a typical saturday night my mom and dad were out partying drinking and dancing like their hippie lives depended on it a friend of theirs was a park ranger for valley forge national historical park in pennsylvania where we live and part of his pay included housing that night's party was at their ranger friend's place a massive stone house from the days of george washington with stretches of land before the next rangers home mom and dad had driven to the party together and

met up with their friends twins paul and sarah after a few hours of partying sarah had begun to nag paul that she was tired and it was time for the both of them to drive home paul not wanting the night to end just yet was able to swindle a ride off of my parents so then sarah could take the car they shared and drive herself home my mom recalls that sarah was a bit annoyed with this as she wanted a driving companion but they argued that their homes were all within minutes of the park so

that it was pointless and that sarah was just being her typical whiny self she had a bit of a reputation as being stuck up and my parents saw no reason as to why someone had to accompany her so sarah went off alone within the first few moments of leaving the forested area sarah realized that she's so low on gas that she wouldn't make it the short drive home even more annoyed now she pulled into a small dimly lit truck stop that was located next to the park i always found it odd that a national historic

park had a random gas station by it but i guess there are main roads that cut through the park itself so it was necessary anyway while in present day america only new jersey and oregon have gas attendees that pump gas for you but back then it was more common than not for gas attendants in every state to do this so the attendant came out to sarah's car fills it up and makes some idle chit-chat while doing so as he finishes up sarah turns from the attendant to grab cash from her purse and when she turns

back to face him she notices his expression seems off just distant like he doesn't see that she's sitting there arms outstretched overflowing with bills you need to come inside to pay he says quickly while closing her hand over the money what sarah's confused there's no reason why she'd have to go inside to do that you can just take the money to the register and it's done you can even keep the freaking change she thought you need to come inside to pay he repeated with a much harsher tone now you may be thinking why didn't she

just drive away then well i mentioned earlier that sarah is a bit stuck up and well unfortunately she's not very smart either she had a follower type of personality that got her into a lot of trouble all throughout her life actually my parents are no longer friends with her because of her attitude but on that night that attitude may have saved her sarah cautiously exited the car and made her way to the gas station front doors the attendant kept uncomfortably close to her at this point sarah has no idea what's going to happen but of

course the worst possible thoughts were running wild in her mind the second the attendee and sarah make it through the doors of the station he springs into the air and launches himself at her sending the both of them flying behind the main counter and slamming into the ground he's a huge guy compared to her small frame and is practically crushing her to the point where she can't make a sound she can't even pick up her arms or legs to hit him listen listen to me the attendant gasps through forced breaths there's a man lying in

your back seat the man sits up and shifts his body so that both himself and sarah can't be seen through the windows of the store he then fumbles around the underside of the counter and hits the store's panic button something to instantly alert the cops that the store is in some sort of trouble the whole time sarah's in a daze was there really a man in the car why were they from the party what did he want with her the guy was holding a knife the attendant explained to me i had to get you out

of there within a few minutes the parking lot was flooded with red and blue lights both cops and park rangers alike had showed up as i'm sure that that was the first and only time that the panic button was ever used sarah watched horrified as the police pulled a man from the back of her car someone she had never in her life seen before and in fact he had a very large knife in his hand the attendee later told police that while pumping sarah's gas he had seen a glint of light and looked into the

back of the car to find the man lying down with the knife pulled close to his chest he stared back at the attendee and smiled the attendee was afraid that if he said anything the man would go into a rage taking sarah's life right then and there afterwards sarah and her family were so shaken up they preferred to just pretend it never happened after profusely thanking the superhero gas station attendee of course the backseat psycho was released on bail and ended up fleeing the state my mother and her friends never found out what became of

the guy i heard this story shortly before turning 16. for a year or so while being a new driver i always checked my back seats before getting into my car it petrified me i'm 24 now and i get very uneasy remembering this especially when i'm on the road you might think this story sounds familiar to an urban legend but all legends arise from some sort of truth so remember don't get in your car until you've checked the back seat [Music] summertime stalking by michelle i'm 54 years old and i've got two kids of my own

over the decades i'd say that i've acquired quite a few interesting stories from my youth unfortunately many of these stories are not the friendliest i grew up in the city of london ontario canada from 1963 up to the early 90s however if there was anything at all to say about london at the time it would be that too many life-threatening people lived there stalkers predators people who would get a jolly out of taking your life it was a dangerous place and it was wise to not get too friendly with anyone living in a city like

that all your life you're bound to come across one or two of them and unfortunately i was no exception i must have been 16. the year was about 1981. at that time it was summer and i started working at a truck stop and diner just a little ways away from london it was half a mile away from my parents convenience store and my house it was a lovely little establishment as there were home-cooked meals served every day and my boss was a wonderful lady who worked her butt off although her husband was an absolute abusive

knob head there were about six or seven of us working there at the time for a while there i enjoyed the job the boss and co-workers were very kind to me the people who came in to eat seemed to enjoy the service as well and my parents would often come by to order from me i only worked at the place for about a week or two i actually quit due to a boy the same age as me named elliot elliot was a relatively attractive guy tall blonde hair blue eyes honestly disney prints material if he

wasn't such a huge nut case but i didn't know that until it was too late he worked in the truck and bar area of the building out of the whole time i worked there i only talked to him once and i mean an actual conversation i suppose that was all the time he needed to figure out that i was his brand new obsession which opened up a can of worms that were endlessly dumped on my head for the next three years you see during our conversation it was as if he went into a trance-like state

he started going off about war and morbid topics in the area and if i'm being completely honest that was more than enough to convince me to stay away from the guy not because he was talking about weird things but just how quickly he ended naturally he went on to disgusting topics staring blankly into nothingness as he described how wicked some of the more disturbing body pictures were describing some websites he'd found where he could watch supposedly real videos of people being dismembered i wish i could say that's where the story ended just me staying far

away from this guy like most jobs phone numbers of each one of the staff members were posted on the wall inside the staff room in case someone needed a shift covered i guess before i quit elliott wrote down my phone number i say this because before i quit i began to get strange phone calls from who i assumed at the time was him back in the 80s you couldn't track phone calls since they were landline phones i was pretty much screwed and i wasn't even sure if this was something i could tell the cops about

the things he would say on the phone to me are what i can only describe as disturbing they made my skin crawl it didn't help that i would get a phone call every time i'd seen him earlier in the day even if i may not remember every call word for word i can certainly remember the way the phone calls would start out nearly each one would start out with a man's heavy breathing now imagine being home alone just relaxing after coming back from a day of shopping and picking up a ringing phone only to hear

some deep and heavy breathing when i was a teenage girl it was fair to say that it scared me half to death of the first instances where it got really creepy was when i was out playing bingo with my folks and a friend of mine at the time i was still working at the truck stop my sister's daughter who i grew up with was working in my parents shop that night and i had told her if anyone called and asked for me just tell them that i was out that i'd be back later to get

back to them our game of bingo went on normally as normally as bingo in a city full of criminals alcoholics and farmers could go my dad was talking about how stupid bingo was and my mom didn't really care and just wanted to enjoy herself my friend and i were holding back the urge to yell back at my dad for yelling at bingo and believe it or not we were having a great time that was my family for you as fun as it was on the drive home it was unavoidable that we'd have to drive past

the area where elliot lived i just continued watching our surroundings when out of nowhere elliot appeared on his bike and acted as if he was going to head on collide with us all of us knew he was a strange guy but i did not expect him to endanger himself like that when we got home my niece explained that elliot had called a dozen times wanting to talk to me which i now realize elliott was riding his bike after having stopped at my house long after i quit working at the diner i was working with one

of my friends at a kiosk restaurant in a walmart that day one of my co-workers spotted a man hiding in the racks of the ladies clothing department which was right across from us my co-worker said that guy's been staring over here for quite some time now i was skeptical and a little bit freaked out i had no clue what she was talking about until i turned to see elliot himself hiding in the clothing racks of the ladies wear i felt straight up like puking what was worse was that since there were no buses going out

of the area of london that i lived in i had to thumb a ride home i ended up getting off early after explaining to my manager what was going on it wasn't a surprise to me when i got yet another one of his calls his voice sounded different like he hadn't drank water in days it was so raspy you could hardly understand him but nonetheless i was mad miss me he growled darkly into the phone and began to call me vulgar names i really didn't care for this guy but it seemed like he was going

to follow me everywhere it was a week after when i finally lost it on him i was working in my parents store and he walked in i recall him buying a drink for himself that evening like every normal phone call i got from him it started off with that heavy breathing before this time i butted in listen buddy i know who you are and i know where you live stop calling before i get the cops at your door then maybe we can see how you like being harassed i don't think you could blame me for

getting so mad at that point it was already publicly known that elliot was a psycho he spent most of his time stalking me until finally he was caught behind a local pub in downtown london with grenades strapped to his body and intended to set them off on himself inside the pub eventually after he was released for that he began to shoot up a bunch of low-rent townhouses in the area aiming to take anyone down with him and according to records a baby in a crib got hit and nearly lost its life a police standoff ensued

until elliott ended himself despite the years i was tormented by him as a kid there is one thing about his passing that makes me a little sad to think about nobody attended his funeral after all these decades i haven't thought of those three years that much i moved away to british columbia and i haven't been back to ontario at all since 2003 when my dad passed i know i grew up in some very stressful situations but i guess i can call it all a learning experience dear woman by peter parker i worked at a truck

stop diner for about five years and i've seen and heard a lot of weird things i guess that's what happens when you work around a lot of truckers they tend to get lonely and want to talk a lot and end up sharing a lot of their stories but oddly enough at our location one of the most common stories i heard was about the deer woman bizarre right it's exactly what it sounds like these truckers all had very similar experiences they'd be driving on the road they were getting extremely tired and waiting for a truck stop

when they'd see an extremely attractive woman on the side of the road she'd look the same in every case medium medium-length well-kept black hair and light sky blue eyes the kind of eyes you could see in the night she would appear to be hitchhiking give them a smile as they were about to pass by she would wave at them but the last thing they felt compelled to do was to stop despite her innocent appearance all these men shared the same emotion during their experiences and that was immense fear now some of the guys i talked

to didn't look back but one of them did as he sped away from the woman he happened to glance in his side view mirror and what he saw was no longer a woman instead it was something that stood hunched over like some sort of abomination with antlers protruding from its head he was too far away then to see it in detail like before but it was plenty enough to keep him speeding down the road i'm not here just to share other people's stories because i had an experience i think i saw the dear woman myself

i was just finishing up work at the truck stop one night the station is open 24 7 but i always get off at around midnight depending on how much work i have left that night wasn't so bad by 1205 i was walking toward my car near the edge of the woods in the parking lot when i made it to the door searching my pocket for my car keys i eventually looked up and that's when i saw her a woman standing at the edge of the forest she appeared to be staring up at the moon i

was startled at first because i wasn't expecting to see anyone but then i spoke up do you need some help miss i asked nervously she didn't look over at me instead she turned to face the woods and walked into them and as her lower body came into view which had been intersecting the top of my car from that perspective i couldn't breathe her legs were deer like i couldn't believe what i was looking at as soon as she disappeared into the woods i climbed into my car and i drove home instead of going to bed

like i usually did i spent a few hours watching tv trying to clear my mind i never saw her again yet after that i hoped i did part of me did not believe that what i saw was real and i needed to prove it to myself yet i never could so let me say this if you ever find yourself at a truck stop on an old lonely highway in nevada keep your eyes on the road even if you fill eyes on you from nowhere truckers road from backwoods northwest i have two stories the first was

paranormal and scary for other reasons the second is scary and involved a trucker legend i'll give you info on when the time comes number one i was driving otr or over the road last year with a company that required trucks to have two drivers when me and my co-driver met up we set up a schedule he would drive days and i would drive nights for any other trucker reading or listening to this i do actually like driving at night i know maybe that's weird moving on to the story we were taking a load to oregon

from missouri driving on i-84 west in wyoming near elks mountain it was near midnight and while the weather wasn't that bad it could have been better a little rain and wind but again not bad i'd hit my last fuel stop in the state got some lunch and rolled on a little ways down i saw a truck in the eastbound lane it was every trucker's dream a fire engine red shiny chrome all over the truck you see when you think of an 18-wheeler it stuck out for three reasons first it was the only vehicle heading east

on that stretch second it was bright like it was glowing or there was a spotlight on it third it had a huge cloud of fog right behind the cab like it was pulling it along this cloud stretched to cover the entire interstate and as soon as the truck passed by the fog was just gone i looked in my mirror and didn't see anything then not even five miles further i was in a windstorm i'm talking 60 plus mile per hour winds with gusts of 100 plus pushing an 80 000 pound truck like it was nothing

as i was fighting to keep my truck on the road i kept seeing the red one in my mind and thought maybe it was a warning i yelled over at my co-driver to find the next best place for us to pull off at ten minutes and seven miles later we were at a rest stop we stayed there until late morning all the while fearing the wind would still flip the truck finally at about 10 a.m the wind died down and my co-driver took off as we went to the next truck stop for coffee and food

i kid you not along the way we spotted multiple other rigs on their sides next to the highway due to the storm so for anyone looking to drive across the country if you see an old red and chrome ghost truck you might just want to pull off on the next stop this second story happened this week as of writing this it also happened on i-84 but in oregon the event was when i saw the black dog now some info on the black dog it's a trucker legend if you're running yourself into the ground by falsifying

your logs or working a second job or something like that then you'll see the black dog up to three times from what i found out it's said you see him if you end up falling asleep on the road it's an omen that a fatal crash is on the way if you don't get off the road the first time you see it somewhere it's a warning to change something or stop the second time it makes you stop putting an obstacle in your way or somehow sabotaging your truck to make you come to a stop in a

relatively safe manner the third time you see it if you can bypass the obstacles or repair your truck and keep pushing on will be a crash or fatal accident killing you in some way or another now here's my experience i was driving on i-84 in oregon talking to my wife via headset that's when i saw it i couldn't make out its features because it was a black smoke cloud running across the road but the cloud was in the shape of a dog large enough to stand above the roof of the car in front of me

my immediate reaction was crap as a chill ran down my spine and i got a bad gut feeling my wife heard my reaction and my tone change i told her i saw the black dog she instantly knew what i was talking about and being more superstitious than me she asked how many times i'd seen it i told her once then slowed down and turned my radio off i began to watch out for another luckily nothing came so far but further down the road i did see a trooper with lights and sirens going back the way

i came followed by an ambulance and i began to believe that that dog was not meant for me that day trucking has its dangers from matthew 64. i've been a trucker almost my whole life on the road you're prone to a lot of danger even with the amount of experience i've had on the road it's made me realize you can truly never be ready for the most unexpected situations i recall a time a few years back where i was making a trip from seattle to washington dc i was transporting some sort of computer chips the

trip was around 3 000 miles and i knew i was in for a ride the ride was like any other the same old same old throughout the first day everything went well as night approached the only memorable thing that happened was some sort of accident i hadn't seen it happen but i drove past the rubble scattered about the road two trucks and a car one truck had seemingly veered off the road onto the shoulder running into a guardrail another truck had stayed on the road but had notable damage on the front end where the engine

was located what i saw next was the minivan it had been driven right into by that truck and absolutely crushed from the back end it was on its side in a ditch by the side of the road i could only imagine who had been in it as i drove through the swarm of first responders i saw people being airlifted while others had tarps put over them it was a tragedy one that i don't intend to get very descriptive with at this point in time i had become desensitized to the vision of fatal accidents i had

seen my fair share on the road and did not look twice as i passed this one it had begun to get darker at this point as the night environment settled in i had no trouble staying awake but i couldn't brush off this odd feeling i had that minivan had kept appearing in my mind i didn't normally have difficulty forgetting about these sort of incidents but my brain kept involuntarily envisioning what had happened when the truck had driven right into the back of that minivan i could not shake this sense of sorrow that had come upon

me a recurring thought kept intruding inside my head were there children in the back of that minivan i guess i'd never witnessed anything with a child potentially getting hurt before so this was a new experience for me i continued the drive doing my best to not give any attention to these thoughts fast forward about an hour after this and i'd gotten off at my exit continuing down a more isolated road with it being nighttime the only forms of transportation i saw was the occasional fellow trucker at some point when i'd been on the road with

no other vehicles in sight i saw something straight ahead on the road i made them out to be silhouettes as i came closer they appeared to be two children their expressionless faces searching deep into my brain i began to get chills as my head had suddenly become flooded with emotion the image of that minivan started to surge back into my mind every detail of its damage came to me the blood the viscera from which lay about the road along with the rubble had infested my thoughts the visions and emotions i held continued to grow worse

then it suddenly ceased as fast as it came over me it had left how unexplainable it was that in that brief moment of time i'd felt so much along with my thoughts the two children had vanished into thin air leaving the road once again deserted i was shaken i couldn't comprehend what had just happened not even a minute later i knew i'd be sleeping that night rather than driving i would just have to pick up where i left off once i woke up in the morning i went to a truck stop and i called it

a night but the dream i had that night was extremely vivid i found myself in a hospital a child had been admitted into the emergency room visibly in critical condition i had only seen one child and question where the other one had been then it hit me they didn't make it after the initial impact as i continued to look on as the doctors crowded around the child the same intensified emotions swept upon me and as soon as that happened i woke up it was morning i realized i needed to get back on my route the

day went by fine nothing ever happened again with my thoughts or sudden intensified emotions it's been years since this experience and i've never had anything quite like that happened since i still have no idea what took place during that drive and i've kept it to myself all these years i figured this would be a good place to share it if any the one takeaway from this experience that i've realized is to always be cautious don't drive under the influence don't drive if you're tired don't do anything if you're unsure of what the turnout might be

it's best to play it safe rather than end up in serious injury or death the events that took place during that period serve as a continuous reminder to me radio interference from battle tendency i used to be a truck driver out of the us i worked for a company that was hired by all sorts of people to drive shipments between states or sometimes across the southern border i had that job for a long time and five years or so in nothing out of the ordinary happened to me the scariest thing was probably when some guy

at a truck stop retold phantom 309 like it was his own story before the waitress gave him heck for it that all changed in the story i'm about to tell you it was early july i believe late into the evening and the sun was almost set but i still had good light since it was summertime i planned to put in another couple hundred miles before i pulled over for the night i was driving down the road blasting the fm radio as carry on wayward sun was playing i remember it being right around the chorus when

the signal began to get iffy even though the ground was nice and flat the radio started cutting in and out the lyrics would dissipate into static for a few seconds before snapping back in it continued to get worse as i drove thinking that it was a range issue i started messing with the radio dial i turned it a few notches landing it on 88.9 when i did though it was all static no music whatsoever even though i knew for a fact there was a station on that band earlier so i swapped back down to the

rock station i was on before annoyed i realized that it was just noise too i gave the dash a bang with my hand trying to get it to work itself out but nothing changed out of frustration i cranked the dial all the way to the right capping it at the highest frequency my receiver could pick up then i noticed the static was gone i relaxed knowing my radio was picking up something oddly enough even though there was no static there was also nothing playing either i checked the volume on it it was at its normal

level i think then i figured my radio was busted and i let it stay on hoping it would magically kick back in eventually another 10 minutes went by the sky had gotten a little darker but my rig lights gave me all the visibility i needed i was just getting used to the hum of the engine when without warning a sound sputtered out of my radio it only lasted for a second a single long tone the best way i could describe it would be the noise in old-fashioned television plays when it can't find a channel when

it ended i checked my radio again since i knew the receiver had to have picked up that sound from somewhere i let it keep playing mostly out of curiosity within 30 seconds the radio made another sound like the tone from before but a lower pitch it lasted for the same amount of time i was unnerved as it kept playing as time went on the gap between the sounds lessened it was getting to the point where they were playing one after the other consecutively thinking some station was doing tests i decided to switch the receiver to

a different frequency i scrolled the bar pretty far landing somewhere in the mid 90 range interestingly enough that new station was playing the exact same noise so i kept scrolling through eventually i got down to the 80s all the stations were playing the darned robotic tones at that point i didn't know what was going on i was in the middle of the desert i don't know much about radio but it didn't seem possible a lone source could be occupying every fm frequency out here i decided to heck with it i was a second away from

shutting the radio off when the tones cut out entirely like just gone without warning the sudden lack of noise made me stop my hand then something else came on the radio only this time it was a song it took me a bit to recognize the lyrics after the third or fourth parsley sage rosemary in time i realized what it was scarborough fair it's an old-fashioned english song to be honest i don't really know what about i just remembered as a kid my parents used to dance to a record of it keep in mind that was

back in the late 60s so there i sat in my cabin listening to this complete nostalgia trip of a song playing over the radio the audio had a certain whine to it like the song was being played off of a record just like i remembered the singer was female with a southern accent knowing full well what would happen i scrolled my radio again i went all the way up and down the range and sure enough the same girl was singing on every single station it was around this time that i realized i hadn't seen any

other vehicles sure it was late but this was a massive highway not some back road in the desert i would have expected to see another driver a rig like mine or a normal car but there was nothing whatsoever i was unnerved but i kept my eyes on the road letting the song finish it seemed to end normally even though there was something haunting about the voice that sang it a few seconds after it was over i noticed something else this time it wasn't on my radio but out my window out of the driver's side i

could make out the faint outline of something in the night sky it was maybe 50 feet above the ground but it was big i'd say 15 feet in diameter it looked round from my perspective it was black as a shadow so black that it stuck out like a sore thumb against the off-blue sky i watched it silently as it hovered above the ground looking back to my dash for a second it hit me my truck was moving at 80 miles per hour and whatever that thing was it was keeping pace with me maintaining the same

distance parallel to my truck as i drove down the highway getting more and more freaked out i didn't know what to do until the radio kicked back in there was a series of another few tones i wanted to turn it off but i couldn't bring myself to do it i felt that if i turned the thing off i'd anger whatever the heck was out there so i didn't i let it play soon enough more music came on it only took me a second to realize what it was beethoven's moonlight sonata this track had the same

wine as the previous one again telling me it was being played from a record the ominous piano of the song was for the first time terrifying to me i decided to look out my window again and as i watched the shape i realized it had changed it seemed to be pulsating along with the song it wasn't changing color per se it just looked like the black material of whatever it was got brighter each time a key was struck imagine holding a black sheet of construction paper up to a light that's the best way i could

describe it i think at this point i began to accelerate exceeding the speed limit but the thing effortlessly kept pace with me not falling even an inch behind as it continued to pulse and glow to the piano of the song a few minutes in the music suddenly cut there was this incredibly unnatural noise on the radio again hard to describe it was a voice trying to speak english i think but it just couldn't get it think of a woman trying to speak then slow it down distort it cut its pitch whatever it was terrifying it

kept repeating the same syllable over and over i was frozen as i listened unable to make sense of it it was probably said 30 times before i caught on it was trying to say being there was no context i was clueless as to what it meant and just as i wrapped my head around the word the voice stopped static returned the radio buzzed for a second before cutting back in this time it was so different have you ever seen those edits where someone cuts a bunch of different words from various clips and strings them together

to make a sentence it was like that only the sentence made no sense a whole bunch of voices all female kept saying random numbers and letters one after the other a6 l 43 z 5 k 886 i couldn't make heads or tails of it i could see the shape pulsing in tune with each syllable as it was spoken through the radio then without warning it stopped the radio returned to its static buzzing looking to my left i could see the thing as it followed me maintaining its speed suddenly it grew in color changing from a

black to a radiating hot white i couldn't bear to look at it any longer my entire cabin was lit up i remember doing my best to not touch the steering wheel as i covered my eyes i hoped the rig would remain straight on the road long enough for me to recover and sure enough it did maybe 15 seconds later i blinked as the darkness of the night was back i gained control of the truck again i turned to look outside one last time and thank god there was no giant black shape hovering in the sky

in its place though were heat waves i could see the deep turquoise of the night sky distorting because of the ridiculously hot air left where that thing had been i pulled into the next rest stop i saw without hesitation staying awake all night thinking about this i could not come up with a single explanation that was realistic enough for me nor have i been able to all these years i used to expect some government agent to come sit me down one day and debrief me about the ordeal but that never happened whatever that shape was

i have no clue how it maintained a good 80 miles per hour without making a sound i also don't know but i can reasonably say that the tech involved is far beyond anything we have that's public [Music] maybe it's all some twisted government experiment i don't know but i'll leave you with this i still have dreams from time to time where i'm driving down a big road at night and that exact woman's voice comes on the radio singing scarborough fair i always wake up when she finishes the song with [Music] the stuff you see and

encounter is a mobile heavy diesel tank submitted by duo durden as a diesel tech for nearly 11 years officially and while working with my grandfather and father since i could hold a tool i've seen quite a few things as for me i'm rather average in height about 5'9 but i'm stocky and built like a logger i don't chase monsters or mysteries most of the time the mysteries i have are how the heck did you do that while trying to fix old tired heavy equipment but as i started working out of my own toolbox and truck

sure there were some odd people i had to perform miracles to get things to work again but there were a couple of creepy encounters one time i got a call at about one in the morning in the winter a trucker was broke down on a highway about an hour away being self-employed i would take whatever calls and income i could get i've even taken a few jobs from animal rendering plants and i had to wear two layers of coveralls and rubber gloves yet that terrible smell still permeated into my hands and clothes and it took

weeks to get it out anyway i drop out there the call was placed somewhere in the pacific northwest those highways can be pretty quiet that late at night and it's usually always an inky black night with rain or snow or a mix of both it was not hard to find the truck on the side of the road as it was basically the only thing out there at the time i pulled in ahead of the truck and backed up so i could get my tools and light equipment close to it i met the guy and wow

did he smell like he had not been in a shower for months and it was hard to be close to the guy i asked him my questions what was going on turns out some of the air controls in the cab had broken and were causing a lot of alarms to go off being a truck from the early 80s with the sleeper cab so it has a bed as a part of the cab for called drives it's definitely bound to happen so he allows me up in the cab to do my work i begin taking apart

the dashboard to replace the hose fittings and such well remember how i mentioned he smelled badly while the cab was much much worse i was gagging and taking gasps trying not to blow chunks i tried to finish up quickly eventually i was laying back on the floor of the cab cleaning up my work and such when i felt something start to rub and roll across my chest like someone was running a hose across me i sit up and it's a freaking python never once did he mention there was a python in the cab i'm not

necessarily afraid of snakes but when something like that is trying to coil around you to get warm it would freak anyone out i said my curses and rushed to work faster the old trucker was laughing at me and watching everything unwind then after he had his giggles he grabbed the python and put it back in its cage in the back i finished up and got out and he said you think that was scary well i got body parts in the back well at that point my heart stopped i'm on a dark quiet highway alone with

some smelly trucker in the middle of nowhere and he says something like that he may have been joking sure but i still didn't know why he smelled the way he did i go back to my truck and take a moment to breathe i run up the bill on my tablet and go back to the guy he pulls out his log sheet and his wallet sorry about bill he got out and likes to hide in the dash when it's cold oh and don't worry about the body parts i'm hauling those up to the medical college i

just sighed and got my payment from him then left so the guy and his python were body haulers that's nice i asked now when a trucker calls me if they have any pets in the cab so i can be ready for it and later on i found out that guy likes to screw with people and that's why the local shop gave him my number oh lucky me my other event was a few years ago i got a call from a local logging company needing someone to fix some really old equipment equipment that many people don't

know how to fix anymore and they wanted me to fix some of the vandalized equipment they had it's something of a specialty of mine fixing old things that people no longer know how to fix i got the gps location and was deep deep into the cascades i took the long drive up there at that time i was carrying a 45 for protection on jobs as well as an ar i've had a few close calls with cougars and black bears so being that far out in the woods i wanted to be prepared especially if i had

to camp in the mountains i also had an arctic sleeping bag a lot of water and a couple of mres just in case i got to work and tore into the old logging equipment and trucks stuff repurposed from military surplus it looked like after a couple of hours i finished up with my work on the vehicles it was really late and the crew was all left for the day except for the owner who stayed a bit longer to help me with doing final adjustments i was packing up and i did my paperwork and finally the

owner had left we were so far out there that cell phone coverage was really spotty if there was any at all i got ready to go as the sun was setting and well my truck's battery had given up the ghost well it was too late now to try to get it started so i prepared for a night of camping in my truck on a logging site not that i didn't mind camping or roughing it every once in a while it's still annoying to be stranded that far from home and civilization i'm sure you could understand

i got a small fire going with all the scraps of trees and such there was plenty down here i sat down on a log next to me and got my mre cooking in its bag i could hear deer moving about small rodents making nests in the down foliage owls were hooting and screeching in the night the crickets and other bugs were singing their songs it would have been beautiful out there if it hadn't turned so creepy because what happened next was all those sounds i just listed completely stopped all at once as if someone just

pressed the mute button it was completely silent the only thing ringing in my ears was the sound of the fire popping and cracking keeping my eyes peeled i slowly finished my food and moved a cut piece of wood so my back was to my truck and chambered my weapons i grew up hunting i learned from my elders that when the forest goes quiet there's some sort of predator in the area several hours went by in that night with this insane silence hovering over me every so often i'd interrupt it placing more kindling in the fire

to keep it alive then suddenly awful ways down the mountain from the road i hear a whistle that sounds like an owl screech but it didn't sound right then there was another one further up the mountain at this point i threw on more wood to try to get the fire to light up more in my area keeping any wild animals at bay plus i wanted to give myself a buffer zone to see any eye reflections with the fire's light i gripped my ar tight and i stood up suddenly masses of rocks began to fly down

the mountain hitting the equipment and at my feet many of the rocks were softball size it even broke some of the glass i had replaced that day at that point i let off a few rounds as a warning everything stops and it goes quiet again no more stones flying down at me but maybe half an hour later in the stone cold darkness i hear bang bang bang as if someone was taking a wooden bat against the tree that same noise was also coming from elsewhere above me in the white like it was just over the

crest of the hill then i heard thumping like large heavy footsteps and then it would all stop and the maddening silence would return i stood there waiting as if something was about to break from the edge of the fire and start charging at me then i noticed two reddish yellow dots in the hill staring down at me something was looking in my direction i could see them watching me blinking i wanted to shoulder my weapon and let loose with the trigger and then something in me said it's not the one you see you should be

worried about it's the ones you can't see so i just remained calm and stood there watching those eyes in the dark watching me it felt like i was living a nightmare i felt so helpless next to a fire armed with a rifle and feeling like any moment no matter how many rounds i have there was nothing i could do to get away i simply kicked on another piece of a log and continued my staring contest with whatever that thing was eventually the eyes began to move and disappeared behind something and never returned that night i

spent the rest of the night keeping the fire going watching and listening and soon to my great relief the sounds of the forest returned when they did i felt safe enough to crawl into my cab of my service truck and finally get some next thing i knew i was awakened by the owner of the company knocking on my window i nearly jumped out of the passenger door he asked me why i was still up here and i told him that my battery went out and i could not get a sell signal he then asked me

about the few rifle casings i left out there and the broken window i gave him the full story he gave me a cup of coffee as he stirred up my fire and got it going he dragged over another log and sat down on it and then he gave me his story of another mechanic that had stayed there with them the mechanic the next day quit and loaded up his camper and never returned to the woods for work it was the same thing rocks flying noises in the forests going quiet they helped me jump my truck

and i later got going it was that night that i stayed there that has me staying out of the woods overnight at all costs i do not do work deep in the woods anymore now they either have to bring it to me or it has to be close to home things go down in the woods at night certain creatures don't want you around the gas station trucker submitted by sad monroe [Music] in early 2014 my family opened a gas station in new mexico it was a rinky-dink little convenience store and it was right in front

of the local grocery store and to the right of it was my mother's salon i was 14 at the time i'm 17 now for being a girl who developed early i was used to grown men mistaking me for someone of age and flirting with me but what i experienced working at that gas station was something that keeps me on the edge around truckers and truck stops during my sophomore year i was a rebellious child i'd never show up to school and if i did go i would just skip class to avoid being scolded by my

parents i would offer to cover for my dad at work while he worked on keeping books it started out as a rare deal but i ended up never going back to school and becoming the manager i'd show up to work at 5 45 to give me time to turn on fridges and computers once that was done at 6 i would open the store i worked there for about 6 months before i started noticing the type of people who come in there were the regulars who'd get the exact same thing every day ranging from gatorade to

gas station tornadoes and coffee across the way was a truck stop that was always busy and occasionally sending customers to us i met weird truckers but there was this one guy that really rubbed me the wrong way this man was hispanic i think he lived in town or in a nearby area because after seeing him the first time i began seeing him a lot more he would always make weird comments about my appearance hey i really like your leggings was his most famous every time i heard him say it i would cover the rest of

my body in one of those uncomfortable arms crossed positions but he would just smile bigger laugh then walk away one morning my parents were out of town and i couldn't sleep so i decided to head to work early to start the morning cleaning process as i pulled into the parking lot i noticed a semi parked behind my mom's salon note that the alley behind the salon wasn't large enough for vehicles to go through let alone a semi and it was a dead end i didn't think much of it so i continued to open the store

and make coffee and start the day about 20 minutes later i heard a tapping on the glass door i'm not easily scared but i have severe anxiety which gives me abort mission signals constantly so when i get them i have no choice but to brush them off and keep working i turned my head and i saw the trucker that had been giving me a weird feeling now i don't open the door unless my co-worker who is a close friend to me shows up but i decided to open the door anyway he asked as usual hi

how are you today and other common greetings then he continued around the store gathering things he finally brought them up to the counter and i began to scan the snacks and energy drinks i was almost finished when he started to lean over the counter the counter was about waist high and i'm 5'3 so he towered over it he kept leaning and i looked at him with a disgusted face which drew him back then he complimented my thighs and my leggings this time he didn't laugh then leave like he usually did he kept talking but the

thing that sent alarms and red flags through the sky is when he said you're very beautiful you know you should come work with me i forced out a fake laugh but i was obviously very uncomfortable he would moan to himself and as he was gathering his things my co-worker walked in i asked her to watch the counter as i used the restroom apparently as i went to the bathroom he kept asking her about me asking my work schedule what time i got off on what days but as a grown woman herself she saw the red

flags flying as well she told him off and threatened to call the cops if he came around me yelling about how i'm just a miner and how he was vile i never had to come face to face with him again but i would still often notice his truck parked outside the building knowing he was still watching me it was then that i began to feel scared to go to work i even brought up to my parents that men were making advances on me and it made me feel unsafe i was told to take it as

a compliment but the stories of truckers taking women started to circulate through our gas station employees who recommended me to stop working alone as my friend who had saved me that time had children and was rarely ever there anymore eventually a man was found in his semi across the street no longer alive he had odd i never knew who it was but i did always find it curious that around the time that happened i stopped seeing that man and his truck no longer work there and i'll probably never work at another gas station again because

i always felt that that guy was more places than i noticed i don't dislike truckers i just don't like creeps that use the job to their advantage and unfortunately my parents didn't care enough about my well-being and safety i'm just glad that my co-worker stepped in to protect me because who knows what he would have done if she wasn't there maybe he would have waited for me to clock out what if one day he didn't just watch me from his truck i'm glad i didn't have to find out to all the girls out there be

safe travel in groups and you don't have to be friendly to someone who makes you severely uncomfortable the boy walking in the ditch submitted by gina d [Music] i've been a long-haul trucker for five years now and while i've met plenty of drivers with their own creepy stories i hadn't really gone through anything crazy before now i was hauling popcorn in georgia and sometimes we load in pretty desolate places this particular farm was about an hour's drive from atlanta it was far really far from civilization and i was beginning to think my gps was leading

me in circles everything looked the same and it was getting dark when i saw something i definitely have never seen before there was a little boy that couldn't have been more than five years old crying and waving me down from the ditch mouthing the words please stop i slowed down quite a ways away from the kid i felt bad for him but at the same time something felt completely wrong there was nothing but woods around here no houses no cars that i could see just a kid standing in the middle of nowhere i immediately called

the cops to report it and they made sure to get my exact location and told me to stay in the truck and watch the child yet i was still torn between listening to my gut and helping the defenseless child i'm glad i listened and stayed in the truck though as cowardly as that sounds he was looking around frantically still crying but not coming towards my vehicle the police responded surprisingly fast as to be expected when there's a child involved and as the sirens came into earshot two all-black escalades came out of the woods and booked

it away from there the police that arrived grabbed the kid and began to pursue the escalades the one with the kid came to my truck first and talked to me he explained it to me that what i just witnessed was a gang initiation and that the little boy was bait and i had nearly taken it i gave my statement but i didn't get any more answers beyond that the kid himself was terrified but unhurt he and i were both lucky to leave the desolate unforgiving back road alive that night one headlight submitted by snacks i

often travel between cities in southern california my best friend lives 70 miles away from my hometown but thanks to freeways it's usually only an hour drive since traffic is insane in the la area i fell into the habit of only making the commute in the middle of the night at 3 am the only people on the road are usually truckers and sparsely a few cars i don't have to concentrate too hard and i can catch up on my podcasts my parents were always uncomfortable with me driving such a distance alone in the wee hours of

the morning but i always shrugged it off as the usual parental paranoia until one night i had told my parents i was going to be home by midnight that night i had work in the morning so my fun-filled weekend with my best friend had to come to an end but i pushed it 11 12 1 in the morning all passed me by as we shoveled chips into our faces and watched funny youtube videos together when it was about 2 15 in the morning i finally decided it was time to head out my parents were probably

asleep anyway and didn't even know i was coming home so late my friend was getting really tired as well and instead of walking me out to my car like she usually did she fell asleep i stepped out the door and onto the porch my friend lives in a nice and relatively safe suburb and i'd walked around it at this hour of night plenty of times so i wasn't frightened at the least i threw my bag into the back of my little sedan parked on the street and i climbed into the driver's seat after buckling up

turning on the engine and picking a fitting podcast for my journey home i looked up from my phone to find i was suddenly blocked in next to my car a truck had pulled in close trapping me in my parking spot it was a big white work truck it wasn't beat up per se but it showed its age it looked to be from the late 90s the thing that caught my eye about the vehicle was the fact that its right headlight was burned out before i could take in more of the vehicle the passenger window rolled

down and i could see the driver lean out from the darkness of the cab and looked down at me into the orange street light he looked to be in his 40s he was short fat and very greasy he was balding but what was left on his head was messy locks of oily black hair he gave me a yellowed smile and motioned for me to roll my window down like an idiot i did do you know how to get to victory boulevard from here he asked in a voice accented with phlegm i thought it was kind

of a silly question as victory is one of the easiest streets to find in the area but i was nice and pointed the way down the road yeah it's just about three blocks down that way you can't miss it he seemed satisfied with that answer but before rolling up his window and driving off he said something that unsettled me stay safe you hear is dangerous late at night for pretty girls like yourself with that he drove off and i figured he was gone for good i took that moment to lock my doors and text my

friend about the guy before leaving i finally got on the road but before it was even out of the neighborhood i looked into my rear view mirror to see that a truck was following me out my blood went icy it was the same big truck from before with the one headlight i took a deep breath and tried to calm my mind down maybe he didn't follow my directions and got turned around maybe he was just following me out of the neighborhood in the hope that i would lead him to the street he was looking for

i glanced in the mirror again i couldn't see his eyes but i knew they were on me luckily i had to pass over victory to get to the freeway home with a bit of luck i would get him to the street he needed then he would turn off into the night tensely i pulled up to victory boulevard even at 2 30 in the morning it was a red light the truck was still behind me when i got the green to go i laid on the gas and continued down the road past the intersection but to

my terror there was that one headlight still riding my bumper now leaving the road he had supposedly been looking for behind him my stomach was down to my feet at this point but my only option now was to get on the freeway and try to lose him in the next 70 miles i pulled up on the wrap and he was still right behind me i floored it once i hit the freeway proper hoping there would be enough traffic for me to shake him off unfortunately it was my ideal condition on the road there were only

a couple big mac trucks making late night long hauls and less than a handful of other private vehicles so there was nowhere to hide i spent the next 30 minutes weaving in and out of what little traffic there was but it was no use every time i looked back there was that one headlight staring right back at me on a sign of upcoming off-ramps i saw a name i recognized it was the same off-wrap that another friend of mine's ex-boyfriend had lived off of i'd taken her back and forth a bunch of times so i

knew one thing was sure there would be lots of twisty and confusing suburban streets there and i started to form a plan at the last minute possible i veered off the freeway and onto the off ramp the truck screeched after me i ran a traffic light and that gave me enough time to quickly turn a corner into a neighborhood i spent five minutes whipping around the sleepy house-lined streets and getting myself as lost as possible then i parked on the side of the road caught my breath for a moment a few minutes passed and there

was no signs of him the feeling of relief was like no other i started the car again and pulled out of the neighborhood back toward the freeway to finish my journey home as i was sitting at the light waiting to turn onto the ramp when i looked across the road my whole body froze on the other side of the intersection was a white truck with one headlight how did he know i was trying to trick him then i remembered the license plate frame on the back of my car with the name of my home town

in huge white letters he knew exactly where i was going the light changed and i pulled back onto the freeway one headlight shining in my rear view mirror i had to formulate a new plan if i was going to get away from him i figured i could take my usual exit to get home but instead drive to the local police station where i'd be safe no one in their right mind would try anything at a police station if he was still following me i could get the cops on my side no problem i gripped the

steering wheel resolved in my plan and drove the traffic had grown a little thicker than before so i continued my weaving in and out of lanes which i'm sure the other drivers loved i glanced back at my mirror and noticed the truck was a distance back now behind some of the cars as minutes went on he was further and further away until i couldn't see him at all by the time i got to my home exit he was nowhere in sight i pulled down a side street after getting off the freeway and i parked just

to see nothing my only guess was that the old truck didn't have the gas to make it the full way whatever happened i'm relieved it did anyone that determined to stalk a girl at night in her car for almost 70 miles is not someone i want to encounter without a car around me i drove home and the first thing i did was fling myself into my mother's arms she had been awake and worried sick she was going to give me an earful for being so late but when she saw i was crying she just hugged

me and let me tell her what happened to me after hearing my story she figured the terror i experienced was enough punishment be wary of the night i still make my three in the morning drives but now there's an edge of caution in my stomach at all times sometimes i swear in the middle of the night on the freeway just a few cars behind me i see that one headlight a trucker's weird story submitted by anon my father was 37 years old i was only three at the time my parents divorced when i was one

back then my dad was working as a truck driver in iowa and this is a story he later told me about one of the most bizarre things he'd ever witnessed he got a call from his truck company to pick up a shipping container at a farm he drove out to the farm to pick it up when he arrived he saw three unmarked cars that appeared to be for federal agents he hooked up the container and the cars followed him he was required to drop the container at a military base in nevada he can only stop

for fuel and bathroom breaks they even gave him clearance to skip any and all weigh stations which was beyond weird for a trucker a couple of times local police cars tried to pull him over but the secret service cars stopped the police and then they'd be back on their way in no time once he arrived at the base he noticed there were twice as many federal vehicles compared to when he started the journey they then had him get out of the truck after which a different driver got in the truck drove it into a dirt

hole and buried the truck in its entirety the cab and everything which luckily he didn't own the cab he doesn't know what was inside the truck and i don't think he ever wanted to know i'm 15. and this story scares the crap out of me thinking about what was so important in that container that the entire truck had to be buried confidentially after being escorted by dozens of secret service agents you may not like it but some very weird things are going on oh my god from country 1989 this happened in 2009 i've been driving

trucks for a while and the story i'm sharing now takes the cake for all the bizarre things that i've seen in 2009 i was hauling mostly hopper bottoms some blood powder some bone mill even a few dg-13 corn runs but every once in a great moon i'll pull a wagon or livestock trailer on this occasion i was hauling a load of late feeder caps for a feedlot out of indiana i was going to west virginia the destination was a rural farm in wolf county we made it there just fine me and the mini steak family

in the back after unloading oddly enough the farmer asked me to do a big favor i replied what do you got in mind he said he's got a couple of dead pigs that need gone so he asked me to haul them off to a local rendering plant and to convince me further he offered a few extra benjamins for the extra time i agreed to do it it was already in the direction i was heading back plus extra money is nice so he helped me throw the two dead pinks in the back then i went back

on the road later in the night i stopped off the narrow two-lane road into an old gravel pit it was one of those old side road gravel lots that state boys throw their toys into while they continue their road to work by then it was about 11 30 pm me and gunny my blue nose pitbull needed some rest and i needed to work on my logbook first where we stopped for some reason i got a bad vibe all over my body and even for gunny who was starting to act strange at the moment i thought

maybe we should head down the road a little bit to see if there was something better or at least not as weird but as i was so tired i reminded myself that i've stayed in worst blocks back in chicago plus i didn't want to run into any police curious about my logs so we hopped in the bunk and fell asleep two hours later i hear a bang and a clank i fly up shouting curses gunny is perched up tall between his legs growling but obviously scared he's showing his teeth the entire time the truck is

rocking back and forth there's something in the trailer being moved around i immediately think that someone or something is trying to break into the trailer moments later it all stops my windows were down at the time to let the breeze in so i could stay cool without running the truck i know what you're thinking windows down in the spooky woods what a bad idea i crawled back up to the driver's seat to check things out i turned the keys back and proceeded to start rolling the windows back up in this truck the driver's side window

goes up faster so i watched it go up first and then i went to the other side to watch it go up even slower and when i did gunny jumped in my lap barking and showing his teeth again when i looked over where the window was there was a face there there were eyes looking back at me the thing's head was huge and its face was like a dog's but twice as large its ears were covered in hair with shagged hair covering its body its teeth were absolutely huge too there was row after row of

stained yellow teeth i saw him pull his head back then lean into the window i swear to god the creature smirked at me then began to growl then with human-like fingers it started to tap its nail on the glass the whole time gunny is going crazy the animal outside suddenly decides that it's hot enough it turns and walks away slowly by then i'm desperately trying to get the truck out of there to get away from this thing i turned the headlights on and pulled backward when i did i saw how big this thing was it

was at least eight feet tall with the body like some bodybuilder its fur was all long and mangy and black with some parts being crimson red like they were stained from blood its legs were all bent backward like a dog's legs and its tail was bushy like a wolf dragging along the ground behind it was one of the dead pigs that i had in the trailer when i looked more closely there was another one of those creatures and it was dragging the other pig behind it the one in the back housed something fierce it vibrated

the metal of the rig causing me to shudder and my dog wet himself to his defense my dog was in my lap so it could have been me that did that we hightailed it out of there driving another 45 miles to a different truck stop i get out to check the trailer my roll door was halfway bent out these roll gates are meant to hold cows up to fifteen hundred pounds but these things bent it all i'm saying is this whole thing was unreal for weeks then months then years i coped with the logic of

it all not understanding it but still knowing that it really all happened i've run that same route hundreds of times since but i'll never stop near that road two months back i was going through that stretch of highway they've got a little gas station down there and one time before i made it to my destination my truck was acting up and the engine light came on so i stopped there for a moment to check if everything was good i went inside and the clerk said everything good all i could say was glad i didn't break

down two miles back there i smiled grabbed a can of skull and was off like a dirty shirt makes me think those bumps in the night they're more than just wind or your house settling wicked warning from lady rain ak location new orleans i was trucking down in the states with my ex we had traveled coast to coast and had many weird experiences along the way but this experience was rather freaky and possibly paranormal it happened in new orleans at the beginning of august 2005 we had finally made it to new orleans the home of

voodoo and mardi gras ever since my brother told me about their graveyards the voodoo shops and the other strange but fun things down there i had to go see it for myself call it morbid curiosity or just simply fascination with the macabre either way i wanted to go i heard the mausoleums and headstones are beautiful and the local lore had me interested not to mention i had just gotten a new 35 millimeter camera and i had taken a few photography classes in high school so i wanted to capture the memories in the best way i

knew how i know 35 millimeter was old school even back in 2005 but there was something about not knowing immediately how the shot would come out not having instant gratification that made me feel like i was some sort of real artist we had dropped the trailer at the home depot we were unloading at and drove down to lafayette cemetery we zigged and zagged through the streets and complete awe of the old plantation style homes there was this one ginormous home in particular that looked like it could house at least half a football team the place

was utterly beautiful but something about it made me feel uneasy i'm sure a lot of horrible things happened down there so we didn't stop and we drove right on by my ex did not and i mean did not like anything unknown anything spiritual or mildly a cult-like so he flat out refused to go with me stating it was boring but i could see that he was actually creeped out pulling into a nearly empty street i had half expected there to be tons of people there as what i had gathered this was supposed to be a

tourist attraction since it was a residential area we couldn't park the bobtail truck here he tossed me my cell phone which had like 15 minutes of prepaid call time left and said to call him when i was done he basically dropped me off at the gate and sped away like a complete chicken the mausoleums looked like finely built homes sitting there on stone pads some of them growing moss and others had fresh flowers at their stoops walking the stone paths that weaved through the hollow ground there was a complete ominous feeling like i was being

followed it filled me with dread and excitement the hairs on my neck stood up and a chill ran through my body causing my very existence to run cold it was borderline 90 degrees outside but i was shivering i continued along the path clicking away on my camera taking pictures here and there of the weeping chair of angels and the praying figures that marked the headstones i must have lost track of time as the sun was beginning to dip down over a particularly unnerving set of trees i had forgotten we were in the south and the

possibility of a snake or something just as freaky falling on that tree dawned on me and i began to make my way back to the gate the towering gate looked even more sinister in the dimming light i quickened my pace and soon spotted a lady of african descent she was probably nearing 80 years old and appeared very frail looking with a bright colored outfit and her gray hair peeked out of a bandana type headdress necklaces of what appeared to be wood or possibly bone were draped around her neck i must have startled the poor woman

because she snapped her head towards my direction in such a swift movement i was nearly startled myself i was surprised she didn't break her neck she was looking at me straight in the face now i noticed then that she had one milky eye the other was darting back and forth like it was searching for something to focus on she had appeared so quickly i was visibly shaken she probably sensed my fear i rationalized with myself that it was totally possible she was leaning down to put flowers on the nearby grave but as i got closer

to where she was i didn't see any flowers she motioned for me to come over and despite my gut feeling i walked cautiously over to where she stood i assumed she simply needed help getting up or helped her her car or something i was trying to be the good citizen and get my good karma points for the day i thought that i was far enough away that if for some reason i needed to bolt i could but i was apparently within arm's length of her now she was swifter than a freaking lion when she grabbed

me by the arm so tight that she left bruises on my forearm her nails dug into my skin but i could barely let out more than a squeak of terror she pulled me towards her leathery face and milky eye her good eye was almost solid black the whites that were left had yellowed over time small serpents of red slithered across her face she smelled of rotting leaves and iron she smelled like decay she spoke in a very deep i've smoked three packs a day for 40 years deep raspy voice saying get out excuse me this

is a public place right i'm just visiting i don't mean any harm i managed to say to her pulling me closer to her face i could see her gnarly snarled teeth the few that were left were tobacco stained and barely hanging on for dear life her hot breath was pungent i swallowed back a gag leave this place or you will drown for your sins i didn't hear off in the distance hello are you there do you need me to come pick you up i had a ninja grip on my phone apparently which i had subconsciously

dug from my bag in a panic while the old lady had me in her clutches i didn't remember entering his number though and we didn't have each other's numbers on speed dial so the fact that my ex was on the other line was a blessing in disguise just as quickly as she snatched me she let me go almost forcibly throwing me to the ground she was surprisingly strong for someone who appeared to be so frail i walked to the outside gate waiting on the curb for my ex to come around the corner it was getting

much darker and the chirping of crickets started off in the distance i could still see the lady pacing back and forth at the grave she was watching me her mouth was still moving like she was talking to herself or perhaps cursing me the chicken lights of the truck came into view and i was finally safe the hero of the story showed up on his white horse to save me or in this case the yahoo in a purple bobtail peterbilt jerked to an abrupt stop as i nearly jumped into the street to get away from that

cemetery i flung the door open in one fell swoop and i hopped into the front seat slamming the door shut looking confused my ex asked me if i was okay why i looked so scared then a wry smile formed on his face as he began to poke fun at me saying that i was the one getting scared that i was afraid of the dark he told me he knew it was a bad idea to visit the place of those that had passed i told him what had happened with the old lady and exclaimed heck yeah

i was scared that old woman was freaky he looked at me blankly and asked what lady then he motioned toward the gate the woman was gone as if within the past few seconds she vanished there were no other cars in the street and it was empty besides the idling semi truck we were in there was only one way in and out and we were parked right in front of it if anyone would have come through the gate we would have seen them i stressed to my ex we needed to leave the state telling him the

old lady had warned me but he didn't believe it but went along with it as we headed out of the south after that we ended up stopping in georgia and even in northern california at one point then along to biloxi mississippi and within those two weeks of almost constant driving hurricane katrina hit maybe the old woman was right had i not listened to her in the lafayette cemetery we may have very well been casualties to hurricane katrina truck stop horror another experience from lady rain aka location roads across america i lived in a small town

and i never really traveled outside of my home state i never experienced life in a way that others would we were kind of sheltered from the big crime and other things that had been happening over the countryside so my now ex decided to take me on a journey of being an over-the-road truck driver in a lot of cases this was a great experience there were a lot of fun times and i got to see most of the united states but trucking life is hard and being on the road 24 7 is not easy being cooped

up in a small truck with someone for that long will cause anyone to become mad as in bad crap crazy life on the road is much different now than it was when i was trucking people now have better tech and the ability to binge watch your favorite youtube channel surf the web or play games on your phone to keep yourself occupied the only forms of entertainment we had back then was either watching one of the dozen or so dvds reading yet another book or talking on the radio we often opted for talking on the radio

which became our version of social media we even had different identities or personas to hide behind while interacting with the different people who were basically strangers to us and i think we all know how creepy certain truckers can be we kept a bit of anonymity on our side to stay safe on the road when you're a trucker you acquire a cb handle my exes was ninja dwarf and mine was northern exposure as i was from alaska during the time on the road you meet a lot of crazy people and you see a ton of crazy

stuff and i do mean a ton people often hear about stories of things that happen on the road most of them are more gross than scary you know like drivers getting a little too friendly with their cabin buddy whether it's a dog a cat or even a goat because yeah crazy stuff happens on the road and i saw it by accident firsthand a few times but those are stories for a different time this time was one of the most terrifying experiences of my entire life when it comes to strange and unusual events this world is

full of them and i got lucky enough to be a part of it have you ever gotten the heebie-jeebies from someone's voice like flat out scared to talk to someone a voice that makes you think that the person on the other line is not at all there you know that was this guy something about him just made my skin crawl and i had only ever heard his voice through the crackle of the cb radio the cb started to crackle and we heard the distant call you could barely hear a voice through the static but eventually

he got close enough we could hear him clearly he must have been 50 miles or so behind us because it was still faint but our cb radio was peaked and tweaked meaning it could really reach out and touch someone kind of like when everyone's got 3g and you're running 5g we could just barely hear him through the chatter of the cb and then i finally really heard his voice it's hard to explain but the best way i could now describe it would be like how heath ledger talks as the joker in the batman movie like

a slurred voice through gritted teeth that had been smiling for hours there was something just off about it and it gave me chills he said to us which was the color of our truck where you had it my ex hollered back that we were heading to arkansas the driver said he was going the same way and asked if he could tag along and introduced himself as maniac we would run from one coast to another then back again this guy always seemed to be running the same route as us but we had never physically seen his

truck though he described it as a 378 long-nosed peter belt that was black and had a brow and a cattle guard according to him he ran dry box from california to florida which explained why he always seemed to be either coming or going on the i-10 one week when we were running from florida back to la we actually caught up to him on his back trip from redmond washington to baton rouge louisiana he told us he would meet up with us in nevada when we did our trip back because by then we would have run

out of hours and needed to take a rest we said sure to him even though i really did not want to meet this guy but my ex seemed to really like him so we gave him an eta on when we'd be back in that area and what truck stop we would be at we were going to meet up with him for a meal this was really before the idea of having a cell phone for anything other than emergencies so it wasn't like we could just call him when we were going to be in the area

he agreed and we parted ways my ex continued to talk to him until the radios would no longer reach we had finished our load that day and we're heading back to las vegas to the truck stop the one we had agreed upon and waited las vegas is a shady place for truckers in general there's often quite a bit of crime there i've seen my fair share of cops live while in truck stops and i mean right in front of my face watching them do sting operations is pretty entertaining to say the least we waited in

the truck for what seemed like forever until we got bored and ventured into the truck stop for a bit we waited and waited until eventually we passed enough time where we could take another load so we had to head out we never actually met up with the guy in nevada but a few months later we ran into him in oklahoma we had heard some chatter on the radio about these lot lizards truck stop girls you could pay for if you catch my draft whose lives had been brutally stolen at truck stops in texas oklahoma arkansas

mississippi louisiana and tennessee folks on the radio chalked it up to drama but at the time none of us had anything better to do than make up truck driver stories we kept hearing about it though and even brought it up to maniac the next time we heard from him i remember he laughed about it must be one real sicko doing it must just be a story because if it was true it would have caught him already i'm sure there's tons of fingerprints and fluids at the crime scene with as messy as the crime scenes were

i'm sure he wants to be caught that seemed like a really weird thing to say but he was a very weird guy so that was totally in character for maniac maniac went his way and we went ours and after a while i forgot about the weird comment fast forward a few weeks later we were in mississippi and we hear a familiar voice on the radio and it was maniac we had taken a long weekend because it was labor day and most companies were okay with drivers taking an extra day off then our plan was to

make it to this lake out in the middle of nowhere we were going to drop our trailer off and head out bobtail so we chatted with maniac and he said he was going to tennessee and that he would be heading out the next morning and so cutting our much needed brakes short and bypassing the weekend at the lake my ex decided to run with them so that there was someone to talk to we had gotten into an argument earlier and i wasn't talking to him and he absolutely hated the silent treatment they chatted and i

tried to ignore the conversations but i couldn't help but overhear that the topic changed to the truck stop lot lizards my ex tried to be a hearty and he straight up told maniac that he wasn't scared of the guy and that he could defend himself from a sicko like him but then i remember hearing him say it's not you he's after he set it with this raspy chuckle and then they quickly changed the subject our load was to be delivered in north carolina in a few days so being a few hours ahead of the deadline

just meant we would be at the top of the line to pick up our load it was a win-win we left the following morning the guys decided we would stop in tennessee and finally meet each other all this after six months of chatting by then we weren't so afraid to meet up with the guy except for me i was still very on edge about it i was no slouch and i grew up with 15 boys in the house it was a big household and i was quite the fighter because i had to be my ex

was a larger dude too standing six foot three and about 280 pounds so in theory we were ready for anything the only way someone could get the best of us is if they were prepared or armed which back then was highly illegal to have in the trucks and if you were caught by the department of transportation it would be jail time no questions asked with our company we had very specific fuel stations we could use to top off at but maniac was an owner operator so he could go anywhere maniac said he'd already stopped to

get fuel and took a shower but he would drop his trailer off and meet us at a flying j patrol station that was down the road from where he was which i believe was a love's fuel station so we get ready to fuel up and we showered then we got a booth at the restaurant we waited about 45 minutes before ordering food once more we waited and waited no one ever showed up and there was no way to contact him besides getting close enough to him over the cb radio which at this point was going

to be random my ex was not a patient man so we ate and headed back out to the truck you could tell too that he was obviously irritated with being stood up for a second time by the same guy that claimed to be his friend i remember it being a dark and humid night it was probably 10 pm there wasn't much for noise in the truck stop which was unnerving a quiet truck stop is a creepy truck stop we walked across the fuel island to be greeted to a crap ton of flashing lights several cops

state troopers a coroner's van a fire truck and two ambulances all of which if they had lights they were flashing it was quite the spectacle and completely unexpected it's not uncommon for either lizards to get busted or drivers to get involved in crap they are not supposed to so we didn't think much of it cops in a truck stop go hand in hand after all but this was more than just your typical truck stop shenanigans something major was going down and the truck stop was now suddenly a buzz we passed 12 trucks or so this

was one of the bigger flying j's so it could probably fit about 80 trucks and trailers in the lot if you went all the way back to the dirt and then you could probably tetris a dozen or so trucks in the dirt lot which happened to be where our truck was now i'm a curvy girl and i wouldn't call myself that but i definitely don't look like i belong in a truck stop i was used to drivers looking at me all creepy-like i always got taunted and harassed for being a lot lizard even though i

was a driver in fact there are some truck stops that are not safe for me to walk in alone i was walking with my ex and we weren't holding hands or anything but it was obvious that i was with him we walked down a row and saw a bobtail truck parked in a full parking spot i thought it was weird as he had no trailer but he was in a spot for one typically bobtail trucks will park at the end of a run and leave the big spaces for trucks with trailers because that was again

another unspoken truck driver role we moved by the bobtail truck it was a dark truck maybe a dark black or blue with a cattle guard and a brow i don't remember seeing what type of truck it was old-school trucker code was if you were looking for company the driver would park and leave his reading red light on to tell lot lizards that the driver was looking for entertainment the guy was sitting in the passenger seat they had the red reading light on so i could see his face it was a bit distorted but he gave

me the creepiest smile and then quickly shut his blinds we were about six trucks down from the bobtail i could see his truck from ours and i remember looking back and seeing the red light still illuminating through the porthole window in the passenger door there was a small slit down the curtain showing a dark spot and i could see eyes the guy in the truck was still watching us even with as warm as it was chills flew up my spine and i felt uneasy my gut wrenched with a sudden feeling of dread i honestly thought

i was going to get sick we finally got back to the truck and turned on the cb for our night of entertainment and to see if we could radio maniac to see what the deal was in the lot the chatter was about all the cops and the ambulance fire truck and d.o.t all the commotion seemed to be across from us but two rose up people were saying that they found a body a lot lizard and that it was bad like gnarly and brutal one driver started trying to explain it but he was then told that

he had to keep his mouth shut by a police officer being nosy though my ex and i jump out of the truck to go investigate we dodged in and out of the trucks and managed to wiggle our way up to the scene you know when you hear the phrase some things can't be unseen this was one of them the lady what was left of her had been tied to the trailer in the truck then someone pulled the kingpin that piece that locks the two together and let down the landing gear the driver who is now

sitting the back of a police car handcuffed his head hung limp with his forehead on the back of the seat was crying big heavy sobs and there was vomit on his shirt we could hear them through the closed door he was screaming that he had nothing to do with it and praying to god to be forgiven for what he had done that poor driver had obviously not done his safety check before he left and just decided to pull out of his space while she was attached without getting too graphic i can tell you that a

normal human body should never look like that it was like something you would see from a saw film i remember stumbling back and bumping into another driver he just looked at me pale and looked as if he was going to get sick i don't do well with that body function so i moved quickly away from him and started making my way back to the truck i was basically running back without even thinking about having my ex with me i made it to the truck and tugged on the door but it wouldn't open so i ran

to the truck stop full speed i was going to be sick and i'd rather not have people see me or watch me i passed the spot where the bobtail truck was parked and i noticed it was gone my ex made it into the truck stop looking for me he said he would walk me back to the truck so i could get some rest and forget about this awful night yeah right like i could sleep after that he turned on the radio and began to talk to the other drivers no one else had seen much there

hadn't even been much lizard traffic the police had been working overtime that night cleaning up the truck stops after they had caught wind of the first few crime scenes i sat in the bunk and just kind of stared out of the windshield at the flashing lights there was a tap on the door all of a sudden and it nearly made me jump through the roof a police officer said he was getting statements from everyone at the truck stop he gave us the rundown about safety and numbers and to not go anywhere alone i wasn't even

planning on leaving this truck i told him about the creepy guy that smiled at us in the bobtail truck and i gave him a description of the truck but the officer didn't see the point of me telling him about a creepy guy but he took down the information anyway i don't think i slept for days after that i just kept seeing the image of that woman flashes kept going through my head the vivid image of her face the red rag that was in her mouth and the 100 mile per hour tape around her wrists tying

her to the headache rack she had obviously struggled because there were bruises formed on her stomach and her face mascara was running down her cheeks and that smell of iron i can barely recount this story to you without being queasy it didn't seem to phase my ex much he went on like it wasn't anything big or special after a few weeks i finally managed to get the image out of my head or i had finally convinced myself that it wasn't real it was just a scene from a scary movie yeah that's what it was either

way i was glad for the time being having it out of my head fast forward to february about three months after that incident and we were heading to new orleans i was super excited to see the area and hopefully get in to see the mardi gras i wanted to visit the cemeteries to see the mausoleums and go into the voodoo shops and such we had an extra few hours to spend there so i was happy when my ex said we could go wandering around for a bit we parked at this little truck stop it was

one that didn't show up on the big rand mcnally maps we were told about it by another driver it really wasn't more than a hole in the wall a maw and paw shop with a small dirt lot and a flickering light pole on one end but it was within walking distance of the french quarter which was where i wanted to what go you out all this way the voice on the cb radio was loud so he was really really close there were only two other trucks in the lot an old freightliner hauling a swift trailer

and a dark green kenworth that had a cattle car in the back hauling cows my ex was still a bit miffed about being stood up months ago he could really hold a grudge when he wanted to maniac man where the heck have you been why'd you stand us up back there buddy my ex radioed back ah man you know how it is god what do you mean man my ex questioned don't worry about it you just keep an eye on that girl of yours i'd really hate for something bad to happen to her like all

of those other girls we watched the cb key up again burying the needle on the radio the signal was so high it had to be in the same freaking truck stop maniac was keyed up but just kind of breathing into the mic you know i really like to play with them before i destroy them nasty they're so nasty so dirty so defiled you know they had it coming it sounded like he was talking through gritted teeth his voice was louder than before we could hear the rumble of a truck heading down the one-way street that

ended in the truck stop we looked at each other this was the only time i'd ever seen anything like fear in my ex's eyes tears began to well up in mine and for the first time i was truly scared a dust cloud came rolling up into the truck stop and this dark black menacing peter belt with a cattle guard and a brow came rolling by slowly the driver keyed up just as he went past the nose of our truck it was that same creepy guy creepy eyes creepy smile from the truck stop months ago he

twisted that freaking grin at me as he put the mic up to his lips i'd hate to run into you again his cb handle was pinstriped on his driver door saying maniac in bright red letters we reported this to the police though there wasn't a very big search going on for him guess there wasn't enough concrete evidence beyond what he said to us in april of 2004 we headed back to alaska because my ex's father had a massive heart attack we stayed there for a while before heading back onto the road as far as i

know there were seven total scenes or incidents there could have been more who knows how long he had actually been doing this i don't know if the guy was ever caught and i found evidence online about the other incidents but never any answer on if he was still out there i can tell you one thing though the second time around i wasn't making friends with anyone on the road and i always kept a six inch blade on me at all times just in case i ever saw a maniac again you