25 Truly DISTURBING TRUE Truck Driver Horror Stories | V12

[Music] work had been hectic for me lately I Kendall Prescott had been trying my luck as a truck driver for a logistics company based in an Arbor Michigan as the sole bread winner of my family after my father's passing the responsibility of looking after them was on me my mother and little sister meant the world to me and they were always at the back of my mind as I drove my trailer truck from one corner of Michigan to another one unpredictably warm afternoon I stopped at a gas station for a quick bite and refuel I

could really use some of that coffee right now I muttered to myself as I headed into the Cozy Diner attached to the gas station inside I ordered a steaming cup of black coffee and struck up casual conversations with fellow truck drivers which is how we drivers entertain ourselves during our pit stops we shared crazy stories while munching on sandwiches and occasionally chuckling at unexpected punchlines the conversation shifted gears when an older driver named Ernest shared a terrifying story about his time driving through Detroit he spoke about an Infamous serial killer who prayed upon innocent civilians

leaving their mutilated bodies as sick trophies for law enforcement to uncover Ernest warned us all to be cautious and stay alert during our stops in Detroit since no one seemed to have figured out who this vow perpetrator was after thanking him for the heads up we continued with our meals though the mood had noticeably darkened following ernest's Rec collection with renewed vigilance we parted ways and resumed our respective Journeys weeks passed without incident the disturbing tale Earnest had shared with us began fading from memory until an assignment took me through the very heart of Detroit

once more my work kept me around the city until Nightfall when I decided to rest at a truck stop off of Interstate 75 before continuing on to Lancing fatigue weighed heavier on my eyelids with each passing minute I parked my truck at the nearly empty lot intending to lock the doors and doze off for a few hours suddenly my heart dropped as a scream filled with pain and terap pierc the quiet night air it reverberated around the confines of my truck making it impossible for me to ignore my heart pounded in my chest as I

scanned the area hop in out of the truck with clammy hands gripping a tire iron peering around parked trucks and dimly lit Street lamps I tried to follow the echo of the scream it seemed to be coming from behind an old Warehouse near the edge of the lot inching closer to investigate this Blood curling Cry for Help sweat ran down my forehead and my Palms itched with anticipation as I rounded the corner I saw him a tall figure clad in dark clothing hunched over someone who lay trembling on the ground Blood Stained their clothes where

their limbs had been grotesquely Twisted beyond recognition the sight alone nearly knocked me over this was Detroit's notorious serial killer realizing that there was no use in calling for help since my phone had died earlier during my trip I continued to advance towards the as salent cautiously however as I approached our eyes locked for a sudden chilling moment the Killer's stare was cold and impassive with no time to waste I called out for help hoping someone at the truck stop would hear my desperate cry help somebody call the police there's an attack Happening Here the

Killer's face contorted with anger as realization set in that I had possibly alerted others quickly he fled disappearing into the Shadows of the warehouse I wanted to chase after him but knew I stood no chance against this ruthless murderer instead I ran to the victim assessing their injuries and trying my best to provide some comfort moments later a group of truckers arrived having heard my cries for help they began searching the area while one of them dialed 911 as we waited for the authorities to arrive the victim breathed their last breath despite our attempts to

save them when the police finally came on the scene they collected evidence and questioned us about what we had witnessed when I described the attacker and recounted what had transpired it became clear that I had come face to face with Detroit's notorious serial killer the fact that the killer slipped through our fingers left me distraught the following day news about the incident spread like wildfire Detroit was on high alert as people feared this villain would strike again as law enforcement ramped up their efforts to hunt down this Predator I couldn't shake off a feeling of

dread although I had survived the encounter with the killer another innocent life was taken I decided it was time to leave Detroit and move on with my journey but no matter how far away I traveled from that City memories of that night haunted me for weeks my thoughts often returned to the victim whose life was so brutally cut short that evening and the other individuals who had met similar unfortunate ends eventually months passed without any updates on whether this human monster who terrorized Detroit had been caught or not life sometimes forces us to keep moving

forward and I gradually focused on my work pushing the memories of that night into the recesses of My Mind One day as I made my way through another city a news report caught my attention the police had finally apprehended Detroit's notorious serial killer videotaped evidence from a security camera and the combined efforts of numerous law enforcement agencies led to his capture I took comfort in knowing that he would no long longer pose a threat to anyone but I couldn't Overlook the fact that countless families were still grappling with the tragic loss inflicted by this Predator

their pain remained as tangible as it had been on that Dreadful day when I initially faced Detroit Spain as time went by I kept on driving through different cities meeting new challenges and learning from experiences along the way but in every place I visited Detroit never truly left my heart and though many gruesome memories tainted that City for me I couldn't forget the Swift response of people who stood up against evil when called upon Detroit might have had its dark corners and Sinister Secrets but it reminded me that Humanity can also Rise Against Unthinkable Horrors

and help one another in times of need that thought helped me navigate through life with cautious optimism knowing that for every heinous act lurking in the shadows There Were Heroes ready to combat them from that moment forward I vowed to remember not only the victims but also those who fought against Darkness with light this conviction drove me to be more Vigilant and aware of my surroundings in every city I visited subsequently and though I knew life would continue to test me with unpredictable twists and turns I was prepared to face head on as long as

hope persevered within me I was having lunch at Ma Diner the type of place with a counter full of truckers and a menu consisting entirely of greasy spoon Staples this was a bit of a treat for me names Benjamin Hawkins by the way and being a trucker mint I often found myself eating alone relying on the same pearly packed meals time and time again the world seemed right Within These Diner walls as I dug into my burger savoring every juicy bite as I chewed on my food I couldn't help but gently chuckle as the folks

around me exchanged friendly banter so Ben started Sally Marsden from behind the counter sliding over a cup of much needed coffee we heard quite the tale about you saving old man fisher's Basset Hound from that fall down the Min shaft a Snicker escaped her lips as I nearly choked on my coffee yeah I answered between coughs red-faced and laughing I suppose it had to have been me smirking at Sally and appreciation for the coffee and light gests my attention shifted abruptly to something happening outside it had been raining heavily all day long in this small

town in Virginia thick clouds casting ominous Shadows across Main Street through the window pane blurred with raindrops I could barely make out movement a hulking van cross paths past Ma's Diner in an unnerving crawl there was something about that van maybe it was the missing hubcaps or that its side windows were completely obscured but it struck me as something truly Sinister as it continued creeping by a figure carrying an umbrella came into view walking briskly toward the diner their face was obscured beneath a broad hat casting Shadows over what appeared to be a wild beard

swirling out from under it like gnarled branches when he entered the diner soaking W shook his umbrella outside before Folding It revealing Blood Stained hands everyone in the diner froze for a moment eyes fixated on this stranger stiffly he walked over to a corner Booth sitting down while managing to keep his face hidden beneath the low hanging brim of his hat there was an eerie silence that he carried with him as he slumped into his seat making everyone in the diner uneasy I can't tell you exactly why but I couldn't shake an overwhelming sense of

dread that had washed over me with this stranger's AR the atmosphere in the diner had shifted from one of camaraderie to something akin to a horror movie setting I felt my heart racing a little faster my hamburger suddenly unappetizing in my hands it wasn't long before we heard the terrible shriek from outside it sounded like a person in distress as we all filed outside into the rain slick Street for a closer look we saw a crumpled and disfigured body sprawled across the pavement Bill Preston Pride of the local volunteer firefighting crew was known and loved

by everyone his mold remains barely recognizable what kind of sick monster could do this in that same moment of gruesome realization I turned around to see The Stranger had slipped away from his booth and was gone the glass door slammed shut behind him leaving only a dilet streak Mark where his Blood Stained hand had been we hurried back into the diner meeting again near his abandoned Booth as Whispers hovered un cly around us Panic pushing its weight into our words everyone seemed on edge now especially since Bill's fatal injury seemed so recent yet the stranger

vanished without a trace it suddenly dawned on me that this didn't make sense bizarre Vans and small towns never meant much more than some harmless eccentric passing through but now with this grizzly scene just steps away from our Sanctuary I could scarcely shake the feeling that something about this Drifter was connected to a blood lust that we in our worst nightmares couldn't fathom we were completely unsure of what to do next there were no cell phone signals in the town and the police station was 10 Mi away incredibly uneasy we knew that whoever did this

abhorent act would continue their Killing Spree if they were not apprehended soon we decided we had to do something before more people got hurt Tommy being the bravest of the lot suggested that we should stick together and head to the police station the storm would not make the trip an easy one but it was our only option we agreed that staying at the diner was not a safe decision our small group huddled close with umbrellas and flashlight lights in hand as we braced through the storm the rain pelted us as we cautiously moved forward taking

turns checking behind us in case the stranger was following I couldn't help but scrutinize every passing face in town for any hint of evil intentions or similarities to the stranger who had been at the diner or anyone that might appear suspicious as we made our way down the Slick streets a man stepped out from an alleyway and approached our group he was tall with an unkempt beard and wore a dishevel brown Overcoat similar to The Stranger who had left the diner earlier we couldn't see his eyes but sensed his cold glare cutting through us he

walked towards us with purpose and stopped within Arm's Reach our group Paralyzed by fear exchanged uneasy glances with each other not knowing what might happen next get out of town down said the mysterious man in aoar voice we stared at him blankly too afraid to respond listen to me he continued leave now if you value your lives there's something terrible coming this way Tommy finally managed to stutter out a question W who are you the man grunted names don't matter right now what matters is survival he turned away and disappeared before we could muster up

any more questions or courage to face him we were left shaken and frightened but his warning only fueled our resolve to reach the police station faster as we hastened our steps the storm seemed to intensify a loud crash followed by screams in the distance jolted us we hurried even more hoping that help wasn't too far away finally reaching the police station we frantically relayed our experiences to Officer Reynolds who listened with wide eyes and a grave expression he assigned officers to patrol the streets and insisted that we stay at the station until they had secured

the area hours of anxious waiting passed as we huddled together in the small station eventually Officer Reynolds returned with news about several brutal attacks around town more towns people had been found dead or Gravely injured always near darken Alleyways or hidden Corners moving quickly into action Officer Reynolds decided it was best for groups to leave the station together and seek shelter in their respective homes to ensure everyone's safety officers were dispatched as well to guard each house throughout the night the following morning we learned that no additional attacks had occurred overnight night and no signs

of the stranger were found Town's people gathered outside in relief as they realized that it was over whoever or whatever had been terrorizing us was gone other than fond memories of Bill Preston and his firefighter uniform were waving hello to us every morning during his routine coffee run at the diner we felt grateful knowing our families were safe once again despite not having a clear understanding of what had happened and terrified by those gruesome attacks in our small town we knew that sticking together helped us survive against an unfathomable threat and so life eventually returned

to normal in our town friendships grew stronger since that fateful day while fears slowly dissipated among residents we often think back on those disturbing events but know better than to dwell too much on them life goes on without any concrete answers or an ending conveniently wrapped up with Justice it has been several years since then and sometimes I fear what will happen when I close my eyes at night fearing that I might see a tall Stranger in a disheveled Brown Overcoat lurking in the shadows I only hope it remains in the past but I know

with every fiber of my being that nothing will ever be the same in our little town I was driving along Highway 287 making yet another routine delivery between Amarillo and Fort Worth my name is Derek Hobson and I've been a truck driver for over 10 years now during that time I've heard my share of Strange Tales From fellow truckers but always dismissed them as nothing more than fabricated St stories to pass the time on long trips through this Lonesome stretch of Texas after all the flat PLS and empty Sky tend to lend themselves to a

Wandering imagination however that changed the day I pulled into a rest stop near Children's to grab some food and refuel it looked like any other rest stop but today was different there was an eerie silence where usually there were people talking or truck engines running as I grabbed a sandwich from the vending machine and stepped out into the brisk evening air I noticed an old man sitting on a nearby bench hunched over and staring at the ground he seemed out of place in this isolated location and that's when it dawned on me he must have

been stranded I walked over to him cautiously and struck up a conversation the man told me his name was Elias Murdoch and he lived on a nearby Road Ranch where his family had raised cattle for Generations he didn't really elaborate on why he was at the rest stop or what happened to his ride I know what you're thinking why didn't we just call someone for help truth is we were in such a remote area that self-service was basically non-existent before I could offer to give him a LIF back home Elias interrupted me with a haunted

look in his eyes he somberly warned me about what he called the butcher a serial killer who had claimed three victims in the past month alone trucker folklore often involves creepy Tales of dangerous people lurking around during those long road trips between cities but something in Elias's voice made it hard to dismiss this particular warning his descriptions of the gruesome attacks were chilling the butcher not only killed his victims but seemed to dismember their bodies in a truly sickening manner leaving only piles of severed Limbs and mutilated flesh behind the sheer brutality of these crimes

hadn't been seen before at least not in Texas at this point he told me I should get out of there and avoid the Texas Panhandle altogether until the butcher was caught as disturbing as the lias tale was I had a job to do and couldn't just cower away from the possibility of danger however his warning stayed in the back of my mind for the remainder of the day when I eventually climbed back into my truck I instinctively locked the door and kept an eye on my surroundings as I pulled onto Highway 287 once again night

had fallen by the time I reached the midpoint between childr in Memphis Texas fatigue started to set in but thoughts of the butcher kept me me wide awake my head swiveled like a manic owl as every rustle outside my cab sent shivers through my body as I rounded a Bend something caught my eye off to the shoulder a single parked car with an open trunk instinctively I eased on the brakes and squinted through my headlights to get a better look there was no one around but I couldn't shake that feeling that this was exactly what

Elias Murdoch had warned me about an encounter with the butcher before deciding what to do next a figure emerged from behind a nearby tree a tall man wielding what looked like a blood soaked machete my heart pounded in my chest as fear gripped every inch of me the man began to Lumber towards me slowly each footfall bringing him closer within Striking Distance in that moment I had no choice I floored the accelerator and barrel down the highway at Breakneck speeds my eyes remained glued to the rearview mirror as the shadowy figure grew smaller and smaller

in the distance but it wasn't enough to shake the feeling of dread creeping into my soul like a cancerous Vine I continued driving as fast as I could desperate to put as much distance between me and the man with the machete Panic set in and I realized that I had nobody to lion but myself as contacting the local authorities seemed like a risky move given the aroma of corruption that surrounded Elias's story as the night pressed on with adrenaline coursing through my veins driving became more and more difficult to cope with my fear I decided

to stop at a small truck stop for a cup of strong coffee to re-energize before continuing with my delivery upon entering the truck truck stop I hastily noticed a group of truckers huddled together intently discussing something even without hearing their conversation I could see it in their eyes they were undoubtedly talking about the butcher's horrific acts hey friends I reluctantly began have you heard about a man going around the Texas Panhandle dismembering people a hushed silence washed over them as they exchanged glances one one man finally spoke up yeah we've all heard it's hard not

to when our job keeps us moving through these parts just be extremely careful out there and keep your eyes open after finishing my coffee and thoroughly checking around my truck once more I climbed back into the cab and locked all doors behind me the talk from fellow truckers only Amplified my paranoia and fear the the following days consisted of uncertainty and Terror while driving through abandoned stretches of highway or sleeping fitfully within the cabs confining walls every rustle of leaves or distant hell caused me to jolt awake with panic halting at gas stations or rest

stops seemed ill advised But continuing without pit stops was unsustainable a Sleepless week passed before news broke that the police had finally captured the butcher relief washed over me like a tidal wave it was all over however despite knowing The Man Behind the Slaughters was captured I couldn't help but constantly replay the images of dismembered limbs in my mind that figure in the night's Darkness had pushed me to the edge and his bloody machete will always haunt me in an attempt to move on from that traumatic event I took time off from truck driving to

search for another line of work something less taxing that didn't involve remote highways at night and as life slowly began returning to its usual Rhythm my heartbeat steadied and anxiety loosened its grip on my chest over time the memories of that harrowing week became somewhat manageable to live with I found solace knowing there were others who shared this Terror those who had been affected directly or indirectly by the butcher's pous Deeds I made it a point to commemorate the lives of those who weren't as fortunate as myself every year on that fateful day when I

first encountered the man with the machete I would visit a small memorial created by locals in honor of the butcher victims as I stood before those names engraved on Stone a solemn reminder of the lives senselessly stolen I vowed never again to take safety for granted to to be diligent wary of my surroundings and carry with me the wisdom earned from surviving my encounter with the butcher my name is Roland Marsden and I've been truck driving for over 15 years now some would say that Trucking is a lonesome profession but I always viewed it as

a perfect opportunity for Solitude and some well-deserved peace of mind jokes about hitchhikers and lot lizards had become stale over the years so I mostly kept to myself during my trips it was around 6 months ago when it All Began my route took me through a small town in West Virginia a place called Logan the landscape was impressive with the appalachin providing miles of unobstructed natural VIs dist as a trucker I know my route backward and forward though even familiar roads can surprise you sometimes the inciting incident began when another trucker stopped at my usual

rest area spot he looked flustered and hurly stumbled out of his rig toward me with Terror in his eyes Roland help me out they're trying to blame me he cried out his words barely intelligible what calm down buddy I replied as I tried to understand what was happening he felt to his knees and showed me horrifying images on his phone I have never seen anything so vile and disturbing in my life reasons for someone to lose their lunch the sight left me nauseated and short of breath I don't know how it got here he shouted

desperately tears streaming from his eyes I reached for my radio to call the police when an unnerving silence enveloped the area no sounds of insects or Birds could be heard anymore looking up from fiddling with the radio buttons I saw a tall figure staring at us from behind some bushes across the road the man or whatever it was stood there observing us he had tattered clothes hanging Loosely from his frame he appeared to have blood stains all over him I couldn't see his face clearly but I knew he was the cause of the gruesome images

my fellow trucker displayed as the figure began to ominously approach us I urged my friend to get back in his truck and lock the doors stay there I'll be right back and we'll sort this out I assured him pushing a heavy object he can use as a self-defense weapon into his trembling hands I made my way across the road adrenaline coursing through my veins the distance closed between me and the figure I could see his facial features taking shape his eyes gleamed with a Sinister intensity as though they were looking deep inside me my body

tensed as our confrontation became unavoidable heart pounding and mouth dry with fear I stood firm in my resolve and gripped my pocket knife firmly in my hand with each step he took towards me I began to yell aggressively back off man for your own good the man no this terrifying figure didn't respond to my attempts at intimidation and kept ining closer as if sensing the inevitable encounter's tension the air around us felt like it was suffocating me I was almost paralyzed in that moment my mind raced as I weighed my options Escape wouldn't be likely

if this mysterious asent decided to come after us my only chance was to defend myself and hope for the best with the figure inching closer I realized that calling for help would be feudal given the abandoned road we were on it was just me my fellow trucker and this monstrous figure the once illuminated truck stop seemed to diminish In the Shadows of the Night as if to mimic my fading hope the mysterious figure finally stood face to face with me his disheveled hair masked part of his Sinister expression while a scar ran across his left

cheek he was clad in bloodstained clothes that hung Loosely from his skeletal frame suddenly he lunged towards me raising a rusty knife in his right hand attempting to slash at my neck dodging his attack I pushed him onto the ground and sprinted back across the road and into my truck my heart raced as I fumbled to start it and drive away I could see through my rearview mirror that he managed to get up and give Chase but eventually stopped running and disappeared into the Shadows once again gasping for air I tried reaching out for help

on my CB radio however there was no response from anyone not even static came through the speakers as my fellow trucker and I drove wildly down the deserted Road in our separate trucks our thoughts were a mix of fear and Desperation we noticed that our fuel gauges were dangerously low we couldn't drive forever in Terror our only choice was to stop at the upcoming small town we spotted on our GPS before our trucks ran out of fuel upon reaching the town I noticed that some lights were still turned on inside a gas station luckily it

looked open I pulled up near one of the pumps while staying watchful of our surroundings my fellow trucker did the same before stepping out cautiously from his cabin a gas station attendant appeared out of nowhere with a concerned look on his face upon seeing us both pale as ghosts what's going on folks you too look like you've seen a ghost the attendant said uneasily without a moment to lose we began explaining everything that had happened to us the horrifying images on the phone the threatening figure and his attempt to attack me the attendant listened attentively

hearing our whole story after some moments of Silence he finally spoke up I think I know who that man is his name's Randall the attendant said fear creeping into his voice he used to live around here but we thought he had disappeared a few years ago after he committed several gruesome acts against some people and animals in the town we never thought he would come back with this new found information we deliberated with urgency about our next move we decided we couldn't continue with our deliveries not while there was a threat to our safety lurking

about our best bet was for all three of us to head straight to the local police station and inform them of what happened we left our trucks at the gas station while taking the attendance car since we didn't have much fuel left anyway upon reaching the police station we filed an official report and assisted them in providing as much information about Randall as possible the next morning after a sleepless night at a nearby Motel provid ided by local police officers informed us that they found Randall in the woods behind the truck stop deceased he had

succumbed to injuries sustained from our earlier struggle and was holding on to his Rusty knife until his last breath in disbelief but grateful that danger had passed my fellow trucker and I finally breathed a sigh of relief we thank the local police for their support and returned to the gas station to retrieve our trucks making sure to pay for fuel as we completed our respective deliveries along separate routes our memories of Randall and what he had done haunted us every time our minds wandered inside the cabin the weight of the past few days hung heavy

over us like a dark cloud we wished could be easily Blown Away years from now even when everything appears to have become a distant memory either my fellow truck ER nor I will forget those heart stopping moments nor the bonds we forged in the face of fear and adversity and as we drive on enduring long hours on desolate roads all while trying to make an honest living the Eerie events serve as harrowing reminders that not all people or things remain hidden forever sometimes they unexpectedly come back to haunt you my name is Herman Baxter a

truck driver dedicated to transporting time sensitive Goods Coast to Coast it was one of those tedious days that tend to blend together making it difficult to distinguish one from the others I found myself not far from Winslow a small Arizona Town bustling with antique shops and Ro roadside attractions I was pulling off the interstate after spotting signs advertising an old-fashioned Diner promising authentic American eats in a jovial mood I said out loud well that's as good a place is any for some grub and a laugh as I left my truck in the parking lot and

sauntered towards the diner's entrance I took in the Striking vintage facade of Rosy's root 66 Diner the door creaked as I entered transitioning into an environment full of retro Decor Chrome tables and neon signs a woman greeted me behind the counter her waitress outfit matched The Establishment steamed down to her red PKA dot dress wadl let be today she asked cheerfully coffee for starters and whatever your best burger is I answered with a half smile I've been on the road Ro for hours and needs something Mighty filling you got it one big rig Burger coming

up she responded while waiting for my meal I struck up a chat with locals eagerly sharing stories about their picturesque region in one such instance an elderly man with tan furrowed skin leaned in close and spoke of unsolved crimes happening around Winslow people going missing only to be found mutilated Beyond record recogition by accidents or human cruelty no one knew for sure I listened intently but maintained my skepticism because after 30 years on the road you hear all kinds of strange Yarns my burger had arrived by then saw a conversation naturally dispersed as I turned

to enjoy it the big riged burger tasted amazing prime beef patty topped with bacon onion rings jalapenos and Barbe sauce it was satisfying to the point of feeling an energy boost wash over me conversations from neighboring tables filled my ears as I continued eating one of them had caught my attention two women discussing recent reports on the grizzly attacks and a suspicious man seen lurking around town last thing I heard one of the women said in a hush tone was that it could be this guy from out of town big fella bald head tattoos all

over his arms I couldn't help but feel a little paranoid as their conversation burrowed further into the subject finishing my food with haste I tipped the waitress and left Rosie's Diner in a Steely hurry back at the wheel of my truck thoughts raced through my mind should I turn tail and head to another spot for a night's rest or push forward undeterred by local gossip C crawling back onto the highway I decided there was no turning back a delivery needed to be made or else risk losing my reputation the sun dipped low in the sky

casting elongated shadows as I barreled down the expansive Road unexpectedly one of those Shadows quickly shifted morphing into an imposing figure on its own accord as uncertainty swelled within me I noticed that a motorcycle had that appeared in my rearview mirror a large man behind the controls dawned in distinct tattoos and all the motorcycle grew closer and my instincts screamed at me to call for help but I hesitated what would I say I knew nothing about the motorcyclist besides his tattoos the figure on the motorcycle began to shoot at me bullets raining down like hail

I swerved my truck barely managing to avoid the barrage of bullets my breathing grew labored as a sense of panic descended upon me who was this man and why was he attacking me I realized it was time to call for help snatching my phone from the dashboard I dialed 911 in shaking hands through stammering breaths I relayed my situation to the operator being pursued and shot at by a tattooed motorcyclists on the highway as minutes dragged into an eternity the operator reassured me that help was on its way siren soon pierced through the airwaves as

police vehicles Drew near it felt like a fleeting Victory as they prevented me from becoming another gruesome statistic tie to Winslow's Unsolved Mysteries still chased by my Relentless attacker his shots caused the police cars to swerve and and crash it sickened me to watch as the officers became innocent victims in this Twisted game of cat and mouse following some distance behind my truck to avoid gunfire a police cruiser tapped into its PA system and instructed me to exit at the upcoming rest stop heeding their advice I steered off the highway while another group of police

vehicles engaged in a fierce Pursuit with the tattooed motorcyclist upon arrival at the rest stop officers approached my vehicle While others came to Aid their fallen comrades a roadblock had been set up on either side of the entrance and exit ramps detectives questioned me thoroughly about any connection or motive behind this near-death encounter I noticed an officer carrying a sketch pad near one of their squad cars where they drew detailed sketches of the tattooed motorcyclist from my description despite my racing heartbeat and shaky limbs I left the scene that night relatively inscathed the police continued

their investigation into this unknown aggressor but struggled to track him down using the limited information I could provide over the next few days news reports detailed officer casualties and injuries sustained in pursuit of the tattooed man these Valiant Souls had placed their lives on the line to protect a stranger and paid a high price for their selfless actions my thoughts weighed heavy with remorse as I lay in bed haunted by guilt over my role in this tragedy late one night there was a knock at my door as I cautiously peered through the peephole I saw

two detectives with somber Expressions after inviting them in they updated me on their investigation revealing they had finally apprehended the the ominous figure terrorizing Winslow bits of information came together like jigsaw puzzle pieces the man was a deranged serial killer responsible for several gruesome murders across the country he was living only a few hours away when he decided to expand his nefarious activities in Winslow it seemed that I was unfortunate enough to get caught within his Twisted path during my brief stay at Rosie's Diner the the detectives assured me that this manad and would never

harm anyone again thanks to The Bravery of those officers who intervened on that fateful day the sense of relief washed over me like a tidal wave however my heart still mourned for those who bore the brunt of this nightmare all too painfully in Time Life resumed its course as I returned to making deliveries Winslow's dark chapter became another one of those inexplainable events you hear about over burgers at roadside diners yet every now and then when distant Sirens wail or a motorcycle wors down a back road it's hard not to think about those who sacrificed

for my safety and wonder why it was them instead of me their memory lives on as a reminder that even in the darkest corners Heroes can still be found my name is Deacon Leighton born and bred in wakeel Texas I've spent years traveling across this great country of ours as a truck driver I've seen all there is to see on this endless stretch of Highways but there are some things I wish I had never encountered a few months ago I found myself in a small town called Canyon Creek located somewhere in Montana the day had

started out like any other the morning was crisp and quiet like the Calm before the storm and my hot cup of coffee kept me going as I arrived at the warehouse to pick up a load of lumber something unusual caught my attention out of the corner of my eye a trail of what appeared to be blood could be seen streaming down from a nearby pile of empty wooden crates my nosy nature took the better of me and without thinking about possible danger or Consequences I slowly approach the crates flies swirled through the air a stench

so repugnant overwhelmed me that it made my stomach churn just by noticing it the closer I got to the source the more apparent it became a human hand laid there severed at the wrist words couldn't describe how horrified I was frantically I tried calling 911 but couldn't get any reception on my phone by this point Panic stricken by what I had found I rushed back to my truck to hide and figure out what to do next as minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly an older looking man with gaunt facial features began slowly walking toward my truck

carrying a blood soaked sack over his shoulder his demeanor evoked chills down to my bones radiating AC cross my arms and legs in shivering waves he approached his vehicle where he carefully stowed away his cargo before climbing into the driver's seat never once taking notice of me or so it seemed though not a police officer my instinct screamed for me to follow him I kept a safe distance behind waiting to see where the truck would lead me through the winding roads of this rural terrain the sun began to set casting l Long Shadows making it

difficult to keep track of the man in front of me unexpectedly he stopped his truck in front of what looked like an abandoned Farmhouse sitting on a large plot of land with tall grass he emerged from his vehicle and started meticulously unwrapping the blood soaked sack as my heart pounded through my chest I knew I had to act now or risk never discovering if there were more victims the the assault would be Swift and crushing unlike anything he'd expect I grabbed a nearby branch and hoped it was sturdy enough to help incapacitate him as I

charged toward him he must have sensed something approaching because he suddenly turned around holding a knife in his hand and crudely waved it in front of him aiming for the back of his head with the tree branch I swung as hard as I could but didn't anticipate his Nimble reflexes the man's quick reflexes allowed him to dodge my makeshift weapon the heavy Branch missing its intended target by inches in response he lunged at me with the knife his eyes wide and crazed I narrowly ducked under the gleaming blade stumbling backward to avoid further confrontation my

heart was pounding harder than ever before but I could not fight this man I was not a trained fighter and could very well end up dead if I tried he came at me again slashing with the knife and erratic movements that were difficult to predict I bobbed and weaved searching for an opportunity to escape but finding none each time I managed to dodge his attacks the gone man snarled in anger and frustration as one terrifying moment unfolded after another without pause or respit the horrifying thought crossed my mind that maybe no one knew I was

even here for if they didn't know surely someone would be intervening for a moment my thoughts turned to my phone and how useless it had been earlier in trying to call 911 for help the awful irony of modern technology was that now when I needed it most it offered nothing but hopelessness my fight or flight instincts kicked into overdrive as the man lunged at me once more this time however his knife grazed my arm as I attempted to flee despite the agonizing pain and warm blood streaming down my limb from the wound I forced myself

to keep running until I made it back to my truck the keys were still in the ignition turning them with shaky hands ignited the engine into frantic life with no thought except escape from this man man pursuing me I floored down the road my truck bumped and kemed wildly across rocks and pits in an effort to get away finally getting some distance between me and my attacker allowed a moment's respit for my wits to resurface remembering my earlier attempt I checked my phone again for a signal this time there was just enough reception for a

call dialing Emergency Services I fervently prayed a woman's voice answered the call 911 what's your emergency as quickly and concisely as possible I relayed the details of my harrowing experience the operator assured me that local law enforcement would be dispatched immediately to both the abandoned Farmhouse and my current location as I waited for help to arrive my thoughts turned back to the severed hand I had found earlier how could someone do such a thing how many other victims were out there in my heart I couldn't help but wish that I'd been able to do more

to stop this man from harming others but in the end my survival had relied on running away rather than trying to fight a battle I was ill equipped for eventually the police arrived at my location securing it before we all headed back to the abandoned Farmhouse with siren's laring the gun man had fled by the time they got there by using the evidence at the scene and witness accounts like mine they track him down within hours their investigation uncovered a string of brutal murders in nearby areas each of his victims had been horribly maimed and

left as gruesome reminders of his sadistic acts unfortunately for some families closure would only come with the loss of their loved ones thanks to my narrow escape and quick thinking and alerting authorities instead of becoming just another statistic on their body count this deranged Killer's reign of terror finally came to an end in retrospect I realized the importance of understanding one's limits especially when it comes down to life or death choices the traumatic experience would haunt me forever more but knowing that I played a role in putting an end to such mon acts offered me

solace in the sleepless nights that followed and as for the victims they would never be forgotten their loss acting as a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the importance of always being vigilant and aware of our surroundings as I turn on to the neglected road that led to my final delivery of The Day The Bleak Sky cast a gray Hue over the abandoned gas station and Diner I recall the fellow trucker Jerry dunworth mentioning some unsettling events in this area but never put much stock in hearsay my name is Jeremy furo and I've

been driving this truck for 15 years without incident there's nothing that phases me anymore the Towering trees stretched high above my vehicle on both sides creating a haunting canopy that blocked out any natural light the rain began to drizzle down on the windshield making visibility a challenge flipping on the windshield wipers I forged a head towards the quiet Factory in Maple Valley where my delivery was scheduled arriving at the factory I pulled into a loading dock to unload the cargo as as I stepped out of my semi-truck cabin stinging cold raindrops slashed against my face

like needles this certainly wasn't the weather anyone wanted to work in but as they say the show must go on Austin trao was one of the factory workers who helped me unload my truck as we worked together on transferring heavy crates stacked with equipment from my truck to the factory floor Austin's chatter broke the silence hey Jeremy heard anything about a guy around these parts acting strange he asked cautiously with a concerned look in his eyes caught off guard by his question I frowned as I replied not really what do you mean by strange well

Austin hesitated before he continued there are rumors going around town about some dude who's been stalking and attacking people at night I rolled my eyes and chuckled at Austin's mention of unsubstantiated rumors let me guess you got an anonymous email with this information Austin looked genuinely frightened as he said under his breath I think you know Jerry dunworth right he said he saw the guy himself said he was just standing in the distance staring at him with a menacing grin and dark piercing eyes deciding to humor him I'm nodded and told him to be cautious

but not to let wild gossip consume him as we continued unloading the truck an eerie uneasiness began settling over me the factory appeared completely void of any workers due to being renovated except for Austin and me with the last crate precariously carried out of my truck I couldn't help but notice Austin was no longer beside me figuring he must have gone inside inside the factory I ventured in after him walking down the dimly lit Corridor seeking my coworker Austin I called out cautiously while glancing around for any trace of him you here that's when a

chilling scream resounded throughout the empty Warehouse slicing through the air like a razor sharp blade my heart pounded against my rib cage as Panic coursed through my veins racing toward the source of the terrified shriek I stumbled upon a gruesome sight that shook me to my core there was Austin his lifeless body gruesomely pinned up against a nearby wall by some thick sharp metal rods as Blood Stained his clothing his face was frozen in Terror mouth wide open from emitting that final scream I fought back tears as shock consumed me what depraved monster could do

this to another human being my instinct screamed at me to run for my life but my legs felt like they'd been cemented into position by pure dread a shadow emerged from the darkness behind Austin's corpse and suddenly everything clicked into place a man with Sinister eyes and a twisted grin towered over his victim's body as if proud of his handywork the realization hit me like a ton of bricks this must be Jerry's Boogeyman the unknown stalker who would haunt my nightmares for days to come he stood there examining me like a predator sizing up its

prey and as a flicker of raw Terror passed through me his previously sickening grin seemed only to widen his face was painted in Gore splatter and he raised one of those same bloodstained metal rods that killed Austin it glinted menacingly in the scant light cast by the flick flickering overhead bulbs my fight or flag response kicked in and I forced my legs to move as the adrenaline raced through my veins I pivoted around and sprinted in the opposite direction desperate to flee from the Monstrous figure watching me unable to call for help because of the

disabling fear that gripped my heart I bolted through the desolate Halls of the dimly lit Factory the echo of my footsteps seemed to create an anxious Rhythm as I kept running for safety my breath grew shallow as my chest heaved from exhaustion however I couldn't afford to lose momentum I stumbled upon an abandoned office and decided it was now or never I needed to hide or call for help using the little strength that remained I reached for my phone in my pocket and dialed 911 the operator on the other end and calmly picked up while

I desperately whispered our location and begged them to send help immediately the Sinister figure who seemed to Relish in Carnage and torment infiltrated my thoughts as I continued to crouch among the Shadows having passed on Austin's fate to local authorities without exposing anything further about our attacker sent a heavy weight into my chest guilt over not doing more a spine chilling laughter echoed through the hallway outside the room where I hid As Time crawled forward agonizingly slow suddenly silence took over once more before Sirens pierced through the stagnant air like cannons firing in a ruthless

battle the prospect of police officers storming into the factory emboldened me enough to make another break for it while cautiously stepping out of my hiding spot a firm grip on my shoulder almost stopped my heart cold before Panic could take complete control again one of the officers reassured me with soft words in an attempt to calm me down they led me out of that godforsaken place while their teammates stormed deeper into its confines chasing after the human horror outside the factory paramedics assessed my condition as I sat in the back of an ambulance still trying

to catch my breath the officer from earlier walked over to me while jotting down some notes he informed me that they'd searched the factory but found no trace of the menacing figure after securing what little Justice they could for Austin they transported his body from the factory and promised to conduct an in death investigation days turned into weeks without any leads on who our attacker was or why he chose us as prey folklore never crossed my mind and no answers came for forth for a reason consequently a cloud of dread lingered over me leaving me

wary of Shadows and un Edge at all times that unknown person who ruthlessly stole Austin's life haunted every corner of my thoughts since I had narrowly escaped death no form of closure could be found while the malevolent figure responsible for Austin's death remained uncaught despite the tormenting notion that at any moment moment he could return and finish what he' started the Gory killings I held on to an inexplicable sense of survival driven hope every painstakingly vivid memory of that chilling night remains etched in my mind an echo of Austin's terrified scream and the sight of

his lifeless body held up by those Twisted Metal rods though time continued its endless March forward the gruesome reality would haunt both my wak hours and dreams and even though I couldn't save Austin I promised myself never to forget his name or let his memory fade away an imprint which linked us together and eternally Bound by our shared experience was something far darker than either one of us could have ever imagined I always prided myself on being an average guy living an ordinary life my name's Kirkland Benson and I've been a truck driver for as

long as I can remember a few years back something happened that shook me to my core and I don't think I'll ever be the same it was during a regular delivery route in the heart of Kentucky when things took a Sinister turn the trouble began shortly after my break at a small Diner in Lexington a scruffy looking man was there arguing with the staff the guy seemed unstable babbling nonsense about people tracking him down as a truck driver I'd seen my share of the beautiful and bizarre sits across this vast country but there was something

disturbing about him something wrong in his eyes the conversation sticks out in my memory now because he said something that struck me as oddly specific he mentioned Woodcliff trailer park the exact location where I was headed with my cargo as I continued down the road toward woodcliffe trailer park tension nodded my stomach tighter with each mile marker passed traffic had thinned out by the time that I reached my destination it was late afternoon and the sun cast Long Shadows over the rows of trailers here's the thing about trailer parks they contain multitudes each one conceals

its stories like fully formed universes under aluminum roofs Whispers and secrets linger in the tight spaces between each home with metal walls for ears I pulled up to my designated stop in front of a rusted double wide that anxious feeling from earlier still nod at me as I stepped out of the cab against sensible judgment I decided deed not to call for help no used disturbing dispatch for indigestion or empty paranoia as soon as I hopped out an oppressive silence hit me like a brick wall there were no children playing or dogs barking just an

unnatural calm a chill coursed through my veins as I swung open the trailer doors and began unloading the cargo the Shadows Loom taller stretching Sinister fingers toward me desperate to avoid the disquieting atmosphere I worked quickly no sooner had I finished removing the last item than I noticed someone standing near my truck the man from the diner he held something heavy in his right hand and his left dangled by his side flexing in anticipation he spotted me and raised that heavy object to a ready position grunting he sprinted at full speed toward me the object

glinting in the fading daylight as it drew near frantically I ducked behind my truck and broke into a run what do you want I shouted my voice cracking with fear the man said nothing his face Twisted into an expression of pure hatred as he continued his Pursuit my quick thinking and instinctive evasion proved insufficient to shake him off my trail he was relentless Shing off each Escape Route as if Guided by an unseen force with sadistic intent I turned the corner trying to put as much distance as possible between us my breasts came heavy and

my legs began to wobble struggling to support my body's weight I had to think of something quickly I saw a chain link fence up ahead enclosed a small construction site and hurried towards it with a first of adrenaline I scaled the fence in record time once inside I hid behind a pile of cinder blocks and caught my breath the man was still after me I could hear his heavy footsteps approaching a rough plan formed in my mind glancing around I spotted what I needed a wooden plank with nails protruding from one end I knew that

fighting back wasn't an option but maybe this would slow him down enough for me to escape as he clambered over the fence and landed awkwardly on his feet I hurriedly positioned the plank near where he would have to pass nails pointed upwards losing no time I scrambled over another part of the fence before he could spot me the man stumbled forward in his Pursuit clearly not expecting the barrier his boot found purchase on the nail studded plank instead of Solid Ground he howled in pain as Nails pierced through his soul immobilizing him momentarily that was

all I needed I sprinted away from the construction site with renewed strength daring not to look back lest he started coming after me again as much as I wanted to call for help or alert someone about this man and his apparent desire for Bloodshed my gut told me it would only make matters worse or slow me down even more not many people lived around here anyway it was isolated enough as it was to my surprise and relief a patrol car pulled up alongside me as I neared the edge of Woodcliff trailer park someone must have

heard or seen something am Miss and called the police I waved frantically at the officer behind the wheel who stopped immediately officer there's a man chasing me he attacked me near the construction site back there I panted out between gasps of air the officer seeing my Panic State quickly radioed for backup he instructed me to stay in the patrol car while he cautiously approached the construction site his sidearm drawn minutes passed like hours until a team of officers joined him at the scene authorities found my pursuer with the paint painful plank nailed to his boot

still immobilized in Rage and pain they arrested him without much resistance and had an ambulance treat his injuries apparently this man was a local drug dealer who' recently decided to expand his territory to Woodcliff trailer park the package I was delivering contained evidence that could be used against him hence his attempt on my life earlier on the police were grateful for for my actions and ensured that no harm would come to me in the following weeks other victims of this ruthless villain came forward families and friends who had lost loved ones under mysterious circumstances his

reign of terror finally came to an end that harrowing day at Woodcliff trailer park I never thought that delivering cargo could lead me down such a dark and dangerous road life has a way of throwing unexpected twists at us when we least expect them as I handed off evidence that would put him behind bars for good I couldn't help but think about those people he hurt may they finally find Justice and peace now that this despicable antagonist is jailed where he can no longer harm others and as for me I return to my job as

a delivery driver albeit with a renewed sense of caution and respect for how easily Our Lives can change course without warning it was supposed to be just another Hall but something about that Autumn season made the air feel stifling and heavy I always took pride in the fact that I could handle myself in any situation after all being a truck driver meant having to spend long hours alone on desolate stretches of Road this job had taken me to some far off corners of the United States but never in all of my years as a driver

had I experienced anything like what I did in charlmont Massachusetts I was making my way down a winding country road when I encountered a peculiar scene an overturned car rested on the shoulder its Wheels still spinning a woman Christy Warren stood nearby her face Twisted in she Terror her Trembling Hands clutched the side of her neck revealing a gruesome wound losing Crimson what happened I shouted as I climbed out of my cab and hurried over to her between sobs and gasps for air she choked out something about an encounter with a man and loose in

the area she claimed he wore some sort of mask fashion from flesh and that he'd attacked her with an array of unusual weapons animal horns and Bones fashioned into crude implements her wounds indicated his malicious intent Christy had deep gashes across her torso and arms exposing muscle and senu panic swelled within me as I considered that this soop path could still be lurking nearby nevertheless we needed to get Christy help before she bled out more more than she already had I have no sell signal I muttered under my breath as I glanced toward my trucks

cab let's get you into my truck we'll drive until we find help as we neared my truck the sound of rustling leaves stirred annoying sense of dread within me it felt like the quiet before the storm Something Wicked was approaching fast just then a thundering crack sliced through the silence as a great oak tree toppled onto the road mirror inches from where we stood my heart nearly beat out of my chest as I scrambled to pull Christy away from the Fallen Behemoth well there goes that plan I muttered my voice shaking the road was now

entirely blocked by the down Oak and we were stranded suddenly footsteps approached us from behind I spun around ready to confront whatever danger had found us here in the middle of nowhere but as my eyes adjusted to the approaching figure an eerie C washed over me Terence Schmidt he introduced himself casually as if this chaos was just a typical Monday morning neighbor down yonder heard the Ruckus and figured I'd check it out as relief settled over me I couldn't help but notice that Terren seemed unfaced by our gruesome surroundings with his steady demeanor and firm

handshake offering a sense of security we enlisted his help in getting crisy medical attention he led us into the dense forest urging us to keep up despite our growing exhaustion as we moved further away from the road We Came Upon a cabin nestled among the trees it's not much Terren said with an unsettling grin but it'll do for now suddenly everything fell into place there was no Good Samaritan teren Schmidt he was just another mask for the merciless psycho who had set his sights on me and Christy we were ens snared in his Twisted game

with no way out we were trapped in the cabin with Terren grinning menacingly he locked the door and pocketed the keys I looked at chrisy who was severely injured and still in danger we had to find a way out and get her help Terren began to move towards us his intentions clear as he tightened his grip on a knife panicking I tried to think of a way to protect christe I spotted a landline phone on a small table across the room and hurried over to it desperately I dialed 911 and hoped for the best please

be quick I begged into the receiver as I explained our situation in that moment Terren lunged at us with a knife but thankfully missed as we dodged his attempt you're not getting out of here alive he bellowed menacingly the police dispatcher assured me that they traced our location and were sending help immediately with no way to defend ourselves against teran's Relentless attacks we could only buy Time by evading him until help arrived in a desperate attempt to slow him down we knocked over furniture and other items in his path but he remained persistent in his

Pursuit his Eerie calmness fueled my fears even more we made our way upstairs in an effort to find another exit or at least a space where we could barricade ourselves until help arrived as we reached the top of the stairs Christy stumbled from blood loss and exhaustion an overwhelming sense of urgency told me that time was running out for christe's sake we needed help right now each passing second felt like an eternity while evading The Vicious attacks of our captor from somewhere downstairs we heard sirens approaching in the distance growing louder by the moment the

police had arrived the sound caused Terrence to momentarily pause his Pursuit as Panic flashed across his his face seizing the opportunity Christy and I dashed into the closest room blocking the door with a heavy dresser we could hear Terren cursing us from the hallway as orders from police officers echoed through the cabin the sound of loud bangs and clashes signaled that Terren was resisting arrest finally we heard a thud followed by silence the threat was neutralized as the door opened armed officers entered the room one of them approached me and said it's over now we

got him an ambulance is on its way for your friend Christy was rushed to a nearby hospital where she received immediate medical attention it took weeks for her wounds to heal but eventually she made a full recovery Terren Schmidt stood trial for his crimes and was sentenced to life in prison without parole the judge believed that it wasn't his first time attacking innocent people and that he had been stalking his prey long before we crossed his path despite our ordeal being over it left an indelible mark on both our lives every now and then when

we drive down a deserted Road or pass by a cabin nestled within trees those horrifying memories are hard to shake off as for me and Christie we've grown closer than before this terrible experience but have come out stronger together we'll never forget what happened that day in the woods or how close we came to becoming victims of terrence's Twisted game Life continued but those dark days would always serve as a reminder to always be vigilant and never take safety for granted when alone in unfamiliar surroundings my life was always about traveling from one place to

another as a truck driver my name is Steve carmichel and I have been driving or as I like to say living on the road for over 15 years now it's a tough job no doubt but the sense of freedom and traversing through Scenic Landscapes at times made it all worth method for me I've made my fair share of friends with other drivers on routes and occasionally exchanged funny stories or cracked jokes over a cup of coffee at various rest stops one late evening I reached the outskirts of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania my silence was interrupted by a

crackling voice on the radio announcing an ongoing Manhunt for an unnamed serial killer in the area multiple victims were reported all mutilated in horrible ways almost Indescribable it sent a chill through me as I continued along my route I pulled into a remote Roadside Diner for some much needed rest and hot meal after hours of driving sitting alone at the counter with a plate of lucor steak I noticed another truck driver walk in a short and stout man with unkempt hair staring right in my direction he decided to take the seed next to me without

speaking or acknowledging my presence we ate our meals in utter silence until he finally decided to strike up a conversation so what brings you here he asked while wiping his mouth with a paper napkin just passing through for work I replied cautiously before adding we're both truck drivers you know how it goes the man nodded slowly and then then leaned in closer toward me you're aware there's an uncaptured serial killer around these parts his tone took on an eerie quality that set my heart racing I managed to keep my composure even though my gut told

me something wasn't quite right about this stranger yeah I heard I said cooly it's pretty terrifying but I don't plan on sticking around here any longer than necessary with a sinister grin The Man replied you never know though some people have a knack for stumbling upon trouble even when they're just minding their business the way he said it sent shivers down my spine before I could muster up a response to his disturbing statement a loud crash reverberated through the diner the man and I both turned our attention toward the sound only to see another trucker

fall to the ground with a pain cry his pant leg was soaked in blood gushing out uncontrollably from an open wound Panic among the patrons quickly ensued the Eerie Stranger Beside Me got up hurridly leaving behind his half-eaten food and pushed through the chaos towards the door it struck me as odd that he would be in such haste to leave during what seemed an unrelated accident a nagging sense of dread weighed heavily on me as I watched him exit through the the shattered glass of the exit doors swallowing my fear and worry I made my

way over to help tend to my fellow trucker injury with other concerned diners as we worked together to stem the bleeding I couldn't shake what the stranger had said about people stumbling upon trouble in these parts it seemed like there was more going on than just an accident or coincidence the commotion finally began to settle as an ambulance arrived on scene and several police officers swarmed into the diner a team specializing in this rampant Spade of murders and mutilations the injured truck driver was attended to while officers took statements from Witnesses feeling increasingly uneasy about

my mysterious dining companion from earlier in the night I confided in one officer about our interaction before his abrupt departure the man you're describing could possibly be our suspect she stated sharply after hearing what I had recounted it's vital that you remain here as a witness and stay vigilant we don't know for sure if he'll return if it turns out he is the killer my blood ran cold as I stood there taking in her words this was far from what I had imagined my night would look like when I pulled into this Diner earlier just

for a meal moments later radio chatter among the offic ERS reached fever pitch with an alarming update one that would leave everyone present on edge a new mutilation victim discovered just outside the diner as the ambulance personnel and police officers examined the injured trucker and questioned Witnesses I couldn't help but replay the strangers words about people stumbling upon trouble in these parts glancing out the shattered window I could see a small crowd gathered near where the new mutilation victim had been discovered the area was now cordon off by yellow crime scene tape and more officers

were arriving to secure the perimeter I hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided to call my family who I knew would be concerned about me given the news as I dialed and waited for them to pick up I watched as police officers took more statements from shaken patrons my convers ation with my family was brief they informed me they had seen news about the incident and warned me to be cautious around strangers I tried to shake off this growing unease but as my conversation went on I noticed that one of the police officers was speaking

heatedly with another officer they exchanged sharp looks and hastily nodded in agreement the intensity of their exchange only added to the unsettling atmosphere fear in the diner they whispered something to their fellow officers before making their way out of the diner towards where the mutilated body had been found refusing to go outside given what was unfolding I sipped my lukewarm coffee at a nearby table as more information spread among Diner staff and patrons the mutilated victim appeared to be another trucker who had made a habitual restroom stop during his typical route the brutality of his

injuries seemed eerily similar to those of previous victims in this horrifying Trend within minutes an unmarked black vehicle pulled into the parking lot and two agents in suits quickly hopped out they spoke hurridly with one of the uniformed officers who pointed towards me before they approached me inside the diner good evening one of them said with a solemn expression plastered on his face we're in investigating the recent string of murders and mutilations in this area and we understand that you may have spoken with a person of interest earlier tonight without hesitation I recounted the details

of my earlier interaction with the stranger and how he left the diner just as the chaos began the agents listened intently and thanked me for my assistance before informing me about their growing suspicions the man I mentioned bore a striking resemblance to a known local individual who had a history of violent behavior and was once an inmate at a nearby psychiatric facility they believed him to be somehow involved in these gruesome attacks I felt the chill run through me realizing just how close I'd been to this individual chatting with him over dinner like an ordinary

Patron as the police and agents continued their investigation fear replaced my initial shock that I could have come so close to someone capable of such monstrous acts days went by as I continued my Trucking route unable to fully shake off what happened at the diner still unnerved by how fatefully close I had been to Danger I kept myself updated on the case via news broadcasts and online reports the police intensified their search for the mysterious stranger yet didn't seem any closer to catching him him as Witnesses shared more information about similar encounters around town it

was clear that this vicious attacker appeared to Target truckers making stops along the highways it felt like not just an unsolved mystery but an evolving nightmare around 6 days after my episode at the diner I finally heard some updates via news reports the mysterious attacker had been apprehended after being cornered in a gas station not too far from where everything began gruesome details emerged about his horrific actions he captur truckers who would stop to rest or refuel then would brutally mutilate them once he found an isolated spot the ordeal finally came to an end when

authorities cornered him at the gas station and took him into custody without further incident with his capture a reign of terror had ended though it felt like like our small Trucking Community was now freed from this Dreadful nightmare the impact of these events lingered within us all the lives cut tragically short would never be forgotten nor would the utter dread we experienced at the hands of a man man in our midst as life slowly returned to normal i h myself more Vigilant and less trusting of those I encountered along my route no one should face

the Fate that those poor truckers met at the hands of this once unsuspected stranger as I willed my big rig onto the narrow streets of Riverton Wyoming I couldn't shake an uneasy feeling I was used to long huls but this delivery felt different things had been going haywire since I left left the dispatch office radio static flickering dash lights something just seemed off my name is Byron McMaster an unpopular choice for a moniker sure but it gave me character a series of miscommunications left me strapped for time as Darkness blanketed the roads the place was

eily quiet except for the low growling of my truck's diesel engine hey Jeff man I spoke into the radio static crackled in response Jeff you there then came a voice not Jeff's but unfamiliar and almost mechanical sounding wrong way I checked my rearview mirror in confusion but continued driving anyway hours passed when I finally pulled up near the dimly lit warehouse at the edge of town I parked my rig and prepared to unload load the dispatcher had told me some warehouse workers would help me out during my drop off but there wasn't a soul in

sight I stepped down from the truck and saw that a large section of the steel fence around the warehouse had been cut through heaving a sigh and muttering to myself I wondered if I should call it in or not but after considering how late it was and that trying to track anyone down would be feudal at this hour I decided against it making my way cautiously through the breach in the fence I noticed something bizarre shattered light bulbs littered around as though they were purposely smashed one by one as I entered the warehouse with flashlight

in hand Goosebump started up my arms due to the unsettling atmosphere within scanning left and right with my light I noticed dark stains on concrete floor something truly Sinister had happened here the unusual silence was shattered by the piercing sound of breaking glass in my panic I dropped the flashlight momentarily losing my bearings as I grabbed it and steadied myself I saw Shadows flickering in narrow beams carved through the darkness I tried to hold my breath as I peered around a corner a man stood only 20 ft away from me his back turned as he

shattered another bulb with a crowbar his clothes were tattered and Blood Stained and his movements mechanical and deliberate our eyes met and time seemed to stop those eyes devoid of emotion and utterly terrifying sent chills down my spine he snarled in response without hesitation or missing a beat I shifted into survival mode sprinting back toward the fence opening I heard heavy footsteps closing in behind me the menacing thud of that crowbar crashing against metal echoed as the man tore through obstacles in Pursuit adrenaline surged as I raced outside while fumbling for the phone in my

pocket as soon as it was finally in hand I dialed 911 praying for an operator to pick up before the mad man caught me 911 operator what is the nature of your IM mergency breathless and frantic I blurted out my situation there's a a guy he's chasing me smashing lights blood stay on the line with me help is on the way as I sprinted around corners and whipped past shipping containers like a desperate animal evading its Predator I could feel my strength waning my heart pounded wildly in my chest threatening to break free of its

cage then just as rapidly as it began the chase ended abruptly I leaned against one of the containers breasts came shallow and ragged but there were no more footsteps pounding close behind muffled in the distance I heard sirens approaching the warehouse slowly emerged from the darkness as police cars encircled it casting bright beams of light from their headlights I help my arm scraped and bruised during the Mad Dash but felt relief knowing they had arrived only then did I notice that the footsteps had ceased leaving me alone panting in an Alleyway as the silence stretched

on I realized the madman was no longer chasing me yet I couldn't shake the feeling that he might still be nearby waiting for the right moment to strike regardless the police soon arrived and I took solace in their presence I approached one of the officers who seemed in charge and heardly recounted my harrowing experience he had a Stern expression yet his eyes displayed concern as I shared my story they began to search around the area calling out for any sign of this Twisted pursuer while they searched another officer tended to my wounds it was then

that I learned how lucky I truly was he showed me a splatter of blood on my clothes that wasn't mine the blood must have come from one of those shattered bulbs perhaps a gruesome momento of someone who hadn't escaped moments later we heard faint cries for help coming from inside a shipping container the police rushed towards it and with crowbars of their own Pride opened the doors inside the container was a trembling woman woman who had been attacked earlier in the night by the same man man she stuttered her thanks as an officer consoled her

relieving my racing Mind by confirming there was another Survivor besides myself the search continued for hours without any success in capturing this Maniac still feeling on edge and wanting answers I asked one of the officers if they knew anything about this man or his motivation for such vicious Acts he shook his head grimly explaining how suddenly violence had spiked in recent days without any discernable reason or pattern it seemed like people could snap at any moment turning into ticking time bombs waiting to explode by Daybreak everyone involved in the search had grown weary from its

futility the police instructed me to return home and remain Vigilant while they continued their investigation as life resumed its usual Rhythm over the next week I couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of dread the Mad man's face appeared in every shadow and the sound of shattering glass echoed through each sleepless night finally breaking news announced the capture of our City's craze Tormentor as his gruesome mug shot plastered across the screen his cold eyes cut through me one last time sending Shivers up my spine after an exhaustive interrogation it was revealed that the man's mind

had shattered after losing his job and family in an appalling tragedy driven by a burning desire for vengeance against the world he deemed unjust he transformed into a deranged shell of his former self capable of unspeakable violence in the end he was locked away never to terrorize anyone again although I was grateful to have survived this horrifying ordeal and that the police had brought justice to all the victims I couldn't help but think about how torment and tragedy could drive an ordinary person into such Darkness with these thoughts occupying my mind in a newfound appreciation

for life's fragility I decided every day was a gift to be cherished and not taken for granted the memories of those tense moments pursued by this derang man will always be etched into my memory as a chilling reminder of how swiftly life can change while I managed to escape mostly unharmed I'll never forget that other woman's eyes eyes haunted with Terror or those shattered bulbs stained with blood the aftermath showed me that sometimes it's not about understanding why evil acts happen but rather recognizing that light can still find its way through even the darkest Shadows

as I cruise down the treelined highway through rural Kansas I relished in the fact that I could finally enjoy a bit of solitude during my long haul my name is Troy Hendricks and I am a truck driver you see driving across these Wide Open Spaces es gave me time to think and to relax it was just another ordinary day in my life or so I thought I ended up making a stop at blackbear Diner just outside of witcho it was familiar territory for me having been on this route countless times before as the scent of

coffee and bacon filled the air I made small talk with a few fellow truckers while enjoying my well- earned meal soon soon after leaving the diner I felt an uneasy feeling wash over me like a heavy blanket draped across my shoulders trying to Anchor me down despite its weight I pushed on and got back on the highway a few miles out of town where the cell phone reception was barely Holding On by a thread I noticed an old sedan parked by the side of the road with its Hood up it wasn't uncommon to see an

unfortunate soul suff uing car troubles out here in the middle of nowhere before I even had time to contemplate my decision I could see someone approaching from behind the broken down vehicle intending to flag me down the man had a slight limp but managed to make his way closer he was disheveled looking unkempt beard covering half his face along with dirt smeared clothing out here you can never be too careful around strangers instinct told me that something about this man was off that he wasn't someone anyone should tangle with willingly my truck slowed down near

him but before stopping completely I asked out loud from the window what assistance he needed he informed me he had blown out a tire and needed help changing it for his spare one a seemingly straightforward and harmless request I hesitated for a moment weighing the pros and cons of the situation but my conscience along with his apparent desperation ultimately prevailed exiting my truck I approached the seemingly broken down vehicle the man eyed me cautiously from head to toe but his eyes had an unsettling glint that sent a shiver down my spine we exchanged brief introductions

with him sharing his name though I had a feeling it wasn't his real one as as we worked on changing the tire this man continued to raise red flags with his erratic Behavior rubbing his hands and ringing them as if deeply anxious about something at one point he disappeared back into his car only to emerge with a stained brass wrench in hand minutes turned into hours or at least it felt that way under the pressure caused by this man's unnerving presence however the tires were finally changed and I had done my good deed for the

day or so I thought instead of driving off as anyone would typically do in this situation The Stranger just stood there for what felt like a lifetime before saying something that sent cold shivers down my spine you might want to get out of here before it finds you it took me a moment to register what he was saying but soon I could feel an extremes sized pit forming in my stomach as I slowly began understanding the gravity of what he was insinuating without any further explanation offered or even sought after from me he climbed into

his car and aggressively rumbled off like his life depended on it and maybe it did suddenly finding myself alone on the desolate Highway with Darkness creeping in and an impending storm fast approaching only added to my mounting unease as much as I wanted to leave everything behind and move on from this harrowing experience curiosity got the better of me as tree branches Creak their Sinister Symphony and the stifled wind whispered its ominous Tales I scrambled back into my cap the feeling of dread was a Raging Fire Within Me now but before I knew it the

temperature in my truck plummeted and Frozen tendrils coiled around my throat an icy grip seized my body making it nearly impossible to move I could see a figure emerging from the Shadows a tall muscular man with a disheveled appearance his hair was wild and unkent with dirt and dried blood smeared on his face the chilling expression in his eyes was that of a predator focused on its prey my heart was racing but my limbs refused to cooperate the man approached with deliberate steps each one bringing him closer to sealing my fate I desperately tried to

call for help but no sound left my throat Paralyzed by the man's formidable presence with gritted teeth and clenched fists I managed to Lunge for the door handle and lock it just as he reached my truck he attempted to open it but when he realized it was locked his Fury intensified if only I could call someone my my friends or the police but my phone seemed impossibly far away in this nightmarish reality I watched as the as salent grabbed a rock from the side of the road and raised it ominously above his head every survival

Instinct screamed at me to do something anything to defend myself in that moment of sheer Terror despite feeling helpless and trapped at the mercy of this manad man I remembered an important detail my truck key has a panic button using every ounce of strength I had left I extended my trembling hand towards the keychain hanging precariously from the ignition I pressed down on the panic button with all my might instantly the truck's alarm blared loudly as the headlights flashed rapidly on and off the attacker recoiled from the sudden noise and momentarily looked disoriented the perfect

opportunity for me to make a break for it heart pounding fiercely against my chest I opened the driver's side door and launched myself out of the vehicle barely managing to remain upright I sprinted down the highway ignoring the stinging pain in my legs and the labored breaths that scorched my lungs I had to find help I had to survive I ran for what felt like miles before finally spotting a dimly lit building ahead as I drew nearer I realized it was a small gas station with an attendant working inside relief washed over me as I

entered barely managing to speak through my wheezing and gasping for air the man he attacked me my truck I stammered directing the attendant attention towards the highway where the Predator still lurked in search of his next victim the attendant sprung into action picking up the phone and dialing 911 while simultaneously securing the door a sense of security settled in as we waited for law enforcement to arrive the arrival of police cars with flashing lights cut through the darkness like beacons of hope they questioned me thoroughly about what had happened wanting to understand every detail about

the attacker and where I had encountered him given the circumstance and level of danger they were extremely cautious but showed genuine concern for my safety once they found my truck abandoned on the side of the road they escorted me back there to gather my belongings upon arrival at the scene they discovered that Not only was my tire slashed intentionally but also found traces of blood near the shattered Rock the Grim product of a Sinister attack interrupted a Manhunt was launched for the the brutal attacker and within days he was apprehended it appeared he had been

responsible for multiple other assault cases as life slowly resumed its normal Pace after those terrifying and gruesome events my thoughts often drifted to those who suffered at his hands those whose lives were irrevocably Changed by a chance encounter with a violent human Predator lying carefully concealed beneath a veneer of desperation and helpless it was just another average day for me Victor Kenley driving my big rig across the country I was hauling a load of electronics from Chicago to Los Angeles eager to put some serious miles behind me before stopping for the night I'd been driving

since early morning and the sun had begun setting as I pulled into a dingy truck stop in Groom Texas I made decent money as a trucker but that didn't mean I lived the Glamorous Life the truck stop Diner was filled with grumpy Travelers on a seemingly NeverEnding stretch of desolate Road as I took a seat by the window in the diner sipping my steaming black coffee I tried to think of something positive to lighten my mood like how I finally got all those tomato stains off my favorite shirt continuing my meal I saw a group

of local teenagers who had gathered outside by the smoking area they were clustered together in excitement as one of them described what sounded like a grotesque and grizzly scene they'd come across earlier that day some poor guy had been found not far away from that same Highway his skin bluish and his body badly mangled geez what is this world coming to my appetite waned as their words sunk in deserting my leftovers on the plate I decided it would be best to get back on the road and make plans to sleep somewhere more populated as dusk

fell completely and darkness enveloped my surroundings nothing seemed to miss as I cruised along the highway but it wasn't long before a sudden massive traffic jams slowed me down to a crawl overturned Vehicles blocked all Lanes ahead as emergency crews cleaned up the wreckage feeling uneasy at this unexpected turn of events linked so closely with recent Grizzly stories from back at the stoping groom it dawned on me that maybe this was no coincidence and I wasn't just being paranoid after an hour stuck in standstill traffic I found myself in serious iously need of a bathroom

break with nowhere to turn I grabbed a flashlight stepped out of my rig and headed towards the nearby bushes beside the road the area was eerily quiet as I ventured off the highway mid- relief I heard rustling in the foliage turning my flashlight towards the source of the sound my blood ran cold as I caught sight of a filthy man with matted hair and crazed eyes staring ing directly at me before I could even react he charged towards me with break neck speed but suddenly stumbled and fell short just inches away the cold glint of

Steel caught my eye his left hand clutched a massive hunting knife dripping with fresh blood in a split second I realized the danger I was now in without waiting another moment I sprinted back towards my rig my heart pounding every step of the way as I approached the truck I fumbled with my keys desperately trying to unlocked the door why isn't anybody else realizing what's going on here I thought to myself as I finally managed to open the door and quickly climbed inside people were still stuck in their vehicles some visibly frustrated While others seemed

resigned to wait out the traffic jam I glanced back only to see the horrific Man in Hot Pursuit the crazed expression on his face unnerved me further this person was clearly unstable and seemed intent on causing harm to anyone who crossed his path gripped with panic I started honking my horn frantically in an attempt to draw attention to the Menace that was now right outside my door to my relief others started to take notice of the commotion and began honking their horns as well the Eerie silence was replaced by a cacophony of horns that seemed

to confuse and disorient the attacker seizing my chance I red up my rig and carefully maneuvered it off the road and onto the shoulder as more people noticed the deranged man still wielding his knife blood dripping from its sharp edges they started shouting at him two Brave bystanders cautiously approached him while shouting at others to call for help shaking uncontrollably I called 911 and hurly reported what had just transpired in those frantic few minutes the operator informed me that a patrol vehicle was already on Route due to reports about an aggressive individual menacing drivers who

were stuck in traffic within minutes Sirens wailed as police cars came screeching up behind us they quickly surrounded Ed the asant their guns drawn as they ordered him to drop his weapon and surrender the man suddenly realizing that he had nowhere left to run finally complied and tossed the bloodstained knife to the ground the officers apprehended him without any further violence while a paramedic team arrived on the scene to treat anyone who might have been injured in the chaos my heart was still pounding from the adrenaline rush as I stood there feeling none but grateful

to be alive I couldn't help but think of those unfortunate teenagers who had stumbled upon the horrific aftermath of the attacker's Deeds I felt a Pang of sympathy for their realization that true evil existed much closer than they could have ever imagined I stayed on scene to provide my statement to the police before being allowed to leave yet despite being free to go I knew that this experience would stay with me forever in the days that followed I learned more about the attacker a local man with a history of mental instability who had seemingly snapped

without any provocation several victims claimed by his merciless Rampage were found not far from where I encountered him by the roadside with every gruesome detail that surfaced my gratitude for having survived such a harrowing ordeal deepened it served as a chilling reminder that life was fragile and could be snatched away in an instant despite everything that had happened I chose not to let that tragic event consume me or tame my view of the world instead it reinforced how precious life is and reminded me always to cherish every moment the faces of those innocent Souls taken

far too soon would never be forgotten their untimely death a sobering reminder that even amidst Humanity's inherent goodness Darkness may still lurk waiting for an opportunity to strike I had never considered myself a superstitious person you know the swort who pays mind to Urban myths or checks the horoscope every morning for guidance from Celestial beings life was always more about the open road to me feeling the purr of my semis engine while I navigated through every Bend and turned across this vast country of ours my name is Gordon mallister and I've been a truck driver

for the past 15 years one day I took a hall that sent me schlepping from De Mo to Charlottesville Virginia a simple route really just your typical gig for any seasoned trucker after making a pit stop and tear a hot Indiana for a quick bite and refuel I climbed back behind the wheel and started on my way again as evening crept Over the Horizon the scenic colors of sunset were gradually bleeding into darkness soon enough I found myself in the pitch black heart of night with miles left to go before reaching my destination suddenly as

the wind howled through branches above headlights appeared in the opposite lane another driver on this long stretch of road the vehicle quickly passed me by and oddly enough slowed down right in front of my rig it was an older sedan seeing better days but still somehow kept up with momentum along this Lonesome stretch of highway from where I was sitting high above in my cab it was difficult to get a good look at its occupant for several miles we doggedly trailed one another like two pack animals traveling together towards some common destination although clearly keeping

their distance their behavior quickly moved from Annoying to dangerous sudden swerves and sharp turns forced me to slow down or risk an accident at first I chuckled at their erratic Behavior assuming they were drunk college kids or attention-seeking teenagers trying to rile up an old man like me but as we continued down the highway my unease grew I mustered every ounce of effort to peer into the car's Windows When It sped past me on a straight stretch but they were tinted too dark finally my Breaking Point came when they slammed on their brakes forcing me

and my rumbling 18-wheeler into a screeching halt my heart pounded as I considered my options calling the police seemed like an obvious choice but I thought about the damage this person could potentially do to others while waiting for the authorities to arrive so mustering courage from God knows where I hopped out of my cab to confront them as I approached the vehicle the driver's side window rolled down and revealed a person concealed in shadowy darkness the windshield wipers slashed away at Sheets of Rain pouring from ominous storm cloud CLS above leaving only brief glimpses of

him as I inched closer he was breathing heavily I could see specs of what looked like blood smeared across his cheeks and jawline the rain still steadily falling merged with this Crimson fluid painting a sickening picture that brought B to rise in my throat it finally dawned on me this man wasn't just your everyday Road rager or drunken fool trying to score online Fame he stared unblinkingly at me with an unnerving level of laser focused intensity that sparked a new torrent of dread coursing through my veins like ice water replacing every ounce of courage that

had initially propelled me towards him a fleeting smirk flitted across his blooded lips as if he knew something I didn't something that thrilled him Beyond Comprehension perhaps another victim soon to be added to his collection or maybe a devastating secret he'd regil and later once we' parted ways in that brief moment I weighed my options call for help or deal with the situation myself but the man's unpredictable Behavior combined with the fact that he had already caused us to stop on a desolate Highway made calling for help feel not only risky but also timec consuming

without realizing it I muttered what the hell do you want the m mysterious man merely tilted his head his dark eyes narrowing as he observed me he then lunged towards me clearly intent on causing harm I instinctively moved to the side to avoid his grasp but tripped and fell onto the wet asphalt the man grinned wickedly as he raised a hefty tire iron stained with blood and dirt terrified and without any other options I scrambled to my feet and sprinted back towards my truck frantically searching my pockets for my cell phone as I ran once

inside the cab I locked all doors and called 911 describing my ordeal in quick panicked breaths the dispatcher assured me that help was on its way but the minutes felt like hours as I kept my eyes glued on the mysterious man who was stalking around my truck his face was a twisted Visage of hat hatred and Malice yet remained oddly blank and expressionless despite being coated in rainwater his unkempt hair remained stiff with what appeared to be dried blood his attire consisted of an old-fashioned black suit strewn with red brown stains not attire suited for

someone seemingly on a murderous Rampage as I cowered in fear in my truck's cabin waiting for assistance a sigh of relief washed over me when flashing blue lights approached rapidly in the distance the man's expression changed dramatically when he noticed the approaching police vehicles turning from sadistic Glee to Pure Rage with one final death glare directed at me through the windshield he retreated into his car and ignited the engine before speeding off into the night the police gave Chase and their Sirens eventually faded in the distance EX exhausted and shaken to my core I was

left to process what had just happened a series of questions plagued my thoughts who was that man what had caused him to act so violently and where had he disappeared to when the ordeal was over and I was back on the road I couldn't help but remember the faces of those who might have been his previous victims would there be more could they be found and given proper burials or would they forever remain nameless and forgotten as I continued my journey an unsettling reality settled deep within me when that reminded me that there were people

like that man out there viciously hunting down unsuspecting victims for reasons Beyond Comprehension it was a constant reminder to be ever Vigilant in an unpredictable world as there were no guarantees when it came to one's safety that horrifying encounter became a painful memory one I wish never to relive yet it made me value my life and those around me even more I was feeling good about life as I sipped my morning coffee chuckling over some silly memes that popped up on my social media feed as a truck driver I had a somewhat mundane life admittedly

I wasn't the most exciting person to talk to at parties but I enjoyed this simple routine after fueling up at a rundown gas station I continued my journey through the seemingly endless road that ran through Pine Valley California it was a surreal experience for me usually there'd be other drivers alongside me on this stretch of highway but today it was eerily quiet like driving through a ghost town as I drove past an old abandoned Farmhouse off the highway a sickly sweet stench flooded my nostrils instinct told me something was wrong however being pressed for time

I couldn't afford any delays and convince myself it must have been some rotten garbage or roadkill soon after I spotted a silver sedan on the side of the road with its haard lights on a man approached me and waved for help as my truck slowed down reluctantly the GU seemed normal average height at around 5' 10 in with brown hair and pale skin adorned in simple clothes but there was something off about his eyes they had an almost unnerving glint to them you need help I hesitantly asked as he stood near my truck window you

yeah he panted I got a flat tire and my jack isn't working correctly do you have one sorry I responded my Jack doesn't fit regular cars it was true I carried equipment specifically for my truck's needs he seemed oddly irritated at this answer and walked back to his vehicle without saying another word seeing his reaction reinforced the skepticism ISM residing deep in my gut about stopping in the first place continuing on my path once again I couldn't shake the feeling that something was a Miss mainly that smell from earlier it mingled with the memory of

the strange man's intense gaze trusting my instincts I pulled off onto a dirt Lane and parked behind a dense patch of trees to give me some cover as I phon for help 911 what's your e emergency a calm voice answered the other end I don't know if it's an emergency I admitted but there's a silver sedan on Highway 80 with a guy who might need help he asked me for assistance but seemed very off when I couldn't provide it and now he's waiting there the operator assured me they'd send a patrol officer and encouraged me

to stay put until they arrived on scene feeling like my civic duty was complete I waited patiently in my truck and absentmindedly scrolled through my phone suddenly I caught movement out of the corner of my eye it was the man from the sedan he had found me and his Furious Sprint appeared disturbingly determined panicking I fumbled with my keys to start my truck up again as the stranger forced open the passenger door blood splattering off his hands upon entry through gritted teeth he snarled you couldn't just mind your own business Frozen in fear I struggled

to process what was happening the stench from earlier filled the cabin it was human Decay the same smell that occurred when blood began to purify how could this be my thoughts raced as I searched for a way to escape the predicament with the truck running despite my paralyzing fear I landed into reverse and aimed for the dense bushes behind me the stranger clung on desperately his fingers digging into the dashboard and eyes wild with rage I didn't let up until I felt the impact of the wooded area jolt us the man was momentarily disoriented by

the crash seizing this opportunity I opened my door and bolted out of my truck racing towards a small cabin visible from the road shouting for help I bang fiercely on its door thankfully a concerned man answered promptly and ushered me inside without hesitation it felt more secure behind closed doors but we frantically locked all entry points and hid away from Windows just in case we tried calling 911 again only to realize that our connection had dropped right as we were about to report our location unwilling to leave the safety of the cabin I explained everything

to him while attempting to dial back once more minutes ticked by like hours as we nervously waited for a signal or any sign of rescue suddenly we could hear a police siren approaching outside a sound that brought both relief and trepidation as the siren wailed closer we heard ominous footsteps circling around the cabin along with the distinctive sound of blood dripping upon the soil the uniformed officer cautiously entered our Sanctuary after knocking on the door and confirming his identity he informed us that a backup unit was coming with ak9 unit to search for the attacker

and mentioned he stumbled upon an unsettling scene back at my truck the Grim discovery of a mutilated body in the trunk of the silver sedan finally understanding that another victim had been present during my previous encounter with this Twisted individual things started connecting in my mind the peculiar smell wasn't due to the attacker instead it was the decaying remains of another human being the horrifying realization had arrived a little too late but reinforced my decision to have called 911 in the first place the officers apprehended the murderer found guilty of K kidnapping and homicide on

multiple counts he ended up in jail serving a life sentence without any chance of parole the chilling reports detailed his gruesome ax and I silently thanked my instincts that day for asking help in time though I remained inscathed physically from the horrific ordeal mentally I struggled to Fathom how close I came to being yet another victim in his Twisted game forever great ful to The Stranger in the cabin who offered me Refuge that day and every police officer that answered my desperate call for help life moved forward but not without paranoia lingering over me like

an impenetrable shadow in observance of those innocent lives taken by this psychotic man our small town held a memorial service honoring their memories and comforting one another we all knew we could never erase that dark chapter from our collect Ive history but recognized its importance in uniting us to Shared sorrow and renewed vigilance towards future dangers as terrifying as it was to experience such close contact with evil it changed my entire outlook on life and made me value each day even more the nightmares may come and go but one thing has become clear trusting my

instincts can be crucial when it involves survival and sometimes that Choice makes all the difference on a warm evening in Tucson Arizona I was just finishing up my shift as a truck driver my name is Frederick Whitmore not your typical name around these parts as I stepped out of my truck I couldn't help but chuckle at the ridiculous bumper sticker that read there's nothing better than bad coffee in a long road ahead everything seemed normal at first in fact right before I heard the unmistakable sound of someone weeping near my truck it was margerie the

new girl on our team who started work just last week she had her phone clutch tightly to her chest eyes red with tears as she tried to speak in hush tones margerie what's wrong I asked as I approached she barely managed to mutter something about her brother but the words just wouldn't come out clearly my initial Instinct was to call for help but realizing that margerie might not want anyone else involved in her personal life made me hold off talk to me margerie I said reassuringly she blinked back tears and showed me a picture of

what looked like a disfigured human hand covered in deep cuts and bruises it was so gruesome that it made me feel sick to my stomach my hands started to tremble involuntarily as I handed Margie's phone back to her wh where did you find this I managed to stutter out I didn't find it she replied through sobs my brother sent it to me just now he he said he found this in his car after stopping at some diner on Route 66 fear settled all around us and sent chills down my spine though either of us could

find the words to express the uneasiness building within us the following week wasn't any better it was as if a dark cloud hung over our truck Depot a coworker named Ernest called a meeting visibly shaking as he pulled out copies of a news article that detailed the brutal murder of several individuals in another Arizona town the victim's mutilated limbs were found in different locations across town how is this possible marjerie whispered in disbelief as she read the horrifying article I don't know but we need to find out I said agreeing silently that it must be

connected over the course of the next few weeks a pattern emerged drivers would would stop at seemingly innocent roadside diners and exits along Route 66 only to return to their trucks to find disturbing images on their phones or inside their vehicle each time the mutilated Parts belonged to different victims but shared the same brutal treatment as discussions among our truck driver groups intensified an eerie coincidence sent waves of panic throughout our community a man had a appeared at the various crime scenes in recent news articles often seen lingering around the exit or Diner where the

body parts were later found the man was described as towering over 6 feet tall and eerily grinning beneath a thick handlebar mustache one evening after delivering my cargo a feeling of dread washed over me as I noticed the figure outlined by Moonlight standing just outside my truck my heart started pounding furiously and my instincts kicked into overdrive every fiber of my being told me that this man was the cause of these gruesome incidents I reached for my phone and managed to capture an image of him before he disappeared into the night when I showed it

to margerie and nnest they shared my horror as we saw for ourselves just how monstrous this figure truly was I realized that his intentions were far from innocent when an anonymous text message popped up on my phone the message read the others weren't enough your time will come the realization that I was also a Target sent a nauseating fear through my core as the days went on every time I would glance towards the mirror when parking my rig I'd swear I could see his Sinister grin paranoia began to consume me to the point where I

dreaded ever stepping foot back in my truck again one night as I pulled up at a stop and couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me the diner seemed completely unassuming it wasn't shut down or abandoned like some other diners I couldn't bear the thought of going inside the diner alone so I texted margerie and Ernest asking them to join me they hesitated at first but ultimately agreed we thought that being together might Ward out off the man's intentions or at the very least make us feel safer when they arrived we sat in a

booth by the window so we could keep an eye on our trucks we talked nervously about the recent events and tried to come up with a plan to protect ourselves from this grinning Menace but all we knew for sure was that we needed to stay together during our conversation I noticed an old woman Eaves dropping on our discussion she seemed concerned and approached us hesitantly with a trembling voice she said I couldn't help but overhear your conversation about that horrible man she went on to explain that her grandson had told her stories of this man

he was known among truck drivers as a sadistic killer who liked to play horrific cat and mouse games with his victims and mutilate their bodies once he captured them her information only served to heighten our fear and anxiety over the situation it was clear that we couldn't fight him headon he was too dangerous for us to confront directly we discussed calling the police or even hiring private security but none of us had any concrete evidence linking him to the crimes other than his lingering Presence at each scene and our gut feelings plus we didn't know

if they would believe us or take our concerns seriously instead we decided that the only way to survive was by avoiding him as much as possible while staying Vigilant and aware of our surroundings at all times we began developing protocols among our fellow drivers for safety in numbers by parking close together in well lit areas and keeping watch over one another's Vehicles during pit stops one day after weeks of constant vigilance it happened I was stopped at a rest area to grab some food and had just finished fueling up my truck when margerie screams pierc

the air in a panic I rushed towards her vehicle feeling a heavy knob forming in my gut the horrible scene inside her truck nod at my soul she was barely alive but horribly mutilated clearly beaten and tortured by the man with the handlebar mustache Ernest was nowhere to be seen as we frantically tried to keep margerie conscious long enough for paramedics to arrive as she gasped for breath margerie choked out one final piece of information the man had taken Earnest and vanished Without a Trace we never saw Ernest again but his absence was a constant

reminder of the terror that we experienced on those lonely stretches of Route 66 eventually margerie succumbed to her injuries leaving leaving us all grief stricken and terrified for our own lives the grinning Menace continued his reign of terror Through The Years though he never reappeared in our lives directly again despite the nightmares that plagued us every night in recounting these events I hope to encourage others to remain alert and cautious on those dark roads where Twisted evil can creep up without warning the guilt we feel over our inability to bring that monster to Justice overwhelms

me every day but serves as a constant reminder of what can happen when we let our guard down against such evil May margerie and Earnest's Memory live on as a testament to their strength and bravery while facing this unspeakable horror and may their Spirits rest in peace knowing they have not been forgotten by their fellow Travelers of the night it All Began in a small unremarkable town in Wyoming called Green Acres my name is Brody Callaway and I drive an 18-wheeler for a living I've seen a lot of the country allowing me to witness various

bizarre situations but none like what I'm about to share with you it was a foggy day so dense that it seemed as if nature was trying to dis Ade us from venturing out regardless driving my big rig through the heavy Mist was nothing new to me I reached the rundown Warehouse near the outskirts of town where I sometimes delivered Goods Bob the man in charge of receiving cargo informed me of the strange Aura looming over the town lately most blamed it on Superstition but Bob assured me there were enough reasons for alarm you've heard about

those disappearances lately Bob asked scratching his scruffy beard before he continued a couple of folks gone missing around here with no Trace at all I smirked dismissively and replied I reckon people just want some exciting gossip in this sleepy town we spent some more time unloading the cargo together and proceeded to grab lunch at a dingy diner nearby as we talked a commotion started outside that captured our attention a disheveled woman rushed into the diner her eyes wide with Terror as her breathing came quick and shallow he got him that psycho got another one she

cried out leaving everyone in shock and confusion the police arrived shortly after and tried to calm her down to gather more information her name was Angela she described stumbling upon what seemed like a horrific scene one where her coworker had been severely dismembered right behind their office building the authorities wasted no time dispatching officers to scour the area for clues or leads on the brutal ass salent 4 days after that gruesome Discovery tension suffocated Green Acres talk about the elusive serial killer haunted every street and home safety was no longer guaranteed and everyone was afraid

for their lives my next haul couldn't come soon enough I couldn't wait to leave this morbid town in my rearview mirror and speed towards my next destination in California even as I loaded my truck I couldn't deny that apprehension weighed heavily on my heart driving along the Arid desert road I rarely saw another vehicle except for an occasional tractor or pickup truck it was nearing Dusk and visibility was decreasing a sense of unease washed over me as I realized the horrors that could be waiting in the darkness just out of sight as I rounded a

particularly tight curve I briefly glanced over at the side of the road where an upcoming rest area was marked right then to my absolute horror I spotted a figure standing next to a dismembered body slumped near a garbage bin skidding to a sudden stop my heart pounded wildly in my chest while beads of sweat dampened my forehead the as salent made I contact with me for what felt like an eternity before leaping into his car to flee the scene he was tall and thin with long dark hair cascading down his back a voice screamed in

my head call 911 my hands trembled as I tried to dial choking on breaths that seemed unwilling to make make their way out of my throat do you know if he got into a car the operator asked shakily can you describe it or the as salant yes I responded frantically driving on autopilot while trying to assist law enforcement in any way possible stay on the line we'll send officers the situation escalated progressively police cruisers could be heard from miles away as they closed in on our location their Sirens pierced through the Silent Night Like A

desperate cry for resolution Evelyn my dispatcher stayed on the line reassuring me and making sure I stayed on track with the authorities I couldn't believe what was happening I stayed on the phone with Evelyn and the police recounting the details of the grizzly scene I had just witnessed the officers arrived at the rest area quickly their flashing lights casting Eerie Reflections on the surrounding desert landscape as they approached my truck one officer signaled for me to roll down my window while another cautiously approached the scene where I had seen the tall darkhaired as salent and

his victim sir can you please give us more details about what you saw and which direction the asent fled in the officer asked his voice steady as he joted down my information with sweat still beating on my forehead I described the asal's appearance and how he had made I contact with me before jumping into his car and fleeing it was a white sedan I think the license plate I couldn't see it clearly but it might have started with a j or a t dot the officer nodded relaying the information over his radio to other units

searching for the perpetrator meanwhile his partner returned from inspecting the gruesome scene we found some evidence of a struggle he informed us Gravely the victim is beyond help I could see that they were trying to keep their composure as they assessed this nightmarish Discovery but couldn't help feeling sympathy for them it must have been difficult to maintain professionalism in times like these the officers ushered me to one of their Cruisers where they interviewed me further about my encounter with the As salent and took my statement despite being rattled by what I had witnessed it felt

good to provide any information that might help bring this murderer to Justice a few days later while already far away in California driving along another deserted highway I finally received an update about the case the police had caught the tall man with long dark hair a they found him in a nearby town after receiving a tip from a gas station attendant who recognized the description and the vehicle he was arrested and during the search of his home they discovered evidence linking him to multiple murders in Green Acres and along the highways I frequented though relieved

by his arrest my thoughts were with the victims and their families so many innocent lives had been torn apart by this one man's horrific actions being so close to this nightmare had changed me forever his heinous crimes will always cast a shadow over those quiet desert roads I used to drive on believing that nothing bad could happen to me as long as I stayed alert now I'll hold on to that fleeting moment of I contact with the killer a chilling reminder that there are evils out there lurking in places we don't expect ready to strike

at any moment moment I continue making my Halls across the country but I can't help but feel a different atmosphere each time I pass through Green Acres or stop at practically any rest area a creeping unease has taken up residence within me an everpresent vigilance that keeps me glancing over my shoulder for fear of history repeating itself the brutal as salent may have been captured and locked away but the gruesome reality he forced upon us will remain etched into my mind for years to come my thoughts still Linger on his victims those Souls whose paths

entwined with mine albeit indirectly at the hands of such a horrifying fate as I grip the wheel of my truck and get back on the highway after another delivery completed I offer silent words of both mourning and hope mourning for those lost to violence and Terror and hope that we may one day trium in our mission to eradicate such cruelties from our world altogether but until then I drive on eyes alert and heart heavy with memories best forgotten yet never allowed to fade entirely my name is Ezekiel Tanner I've been a truck driver for over

a decade hauling cargo across the vast expanse of the United States life on the road can test your patience at times nothing like a good joke to pass the time why did the tomato turn red I always asked anyone who would listen because it saw the salad dressing I'd answer with a chuckle in my line of work you learn to appreciate the Small Things One Unforgettable night I was on my way to Kerney Nebraska hauling a load of farm equipment with a heavy deadline looming there wasn't much time for pit stops the sun had long

since set and I found myself on a particularly desolate stretch of highway flanked by vast empty fields that seemed to stretch forever under the bright Moonlight it gave me an eerie sense of isolation the first sign that something was off was the sudden sound of sirens in the distance a police car spreed past me in a blur of flashing lights desperate to get somewhere fast it was an unusual sight out here a few miles down I came across an overturned car on the side of the road its occupants laying lifelessly near it an unsettling sight

that made me grip my wheel tighter it wasn't long before I pulled into a rest stop just outside Kerney with which had only a single working light casting eie Shadows around the place was dead quiet safe for a couple of people Milling about a family in their station wagon and an older gentleman gazing Skyward pensively suddenly roused from my thoughts by another flash of sirens and blaring horns from two cop cars arriving urgently officers swarmed out while attempting to contain their Terror stricken faces I decided to approach them cautiously just close enough to hear their

panicked whispers about someone causing havoc and gruesomely disfiguring their victims without leaving any valuable evidence we were herded into the restroom building where one of the officers started barricading the doors with wooden benches my fellow Travelers and I exchanged tense glances as fear gripped our hearts the older gentleman introduced himself as Morty glassberg a retired professor of linguistics he spoke calmly as if trying to alleviate the growing tension in the room just as we started discussing what might have been happening outside we heard scratching on the walls followed by unsettling tapping on the barricaded entrance

we held our breaths waiting for more sounds but silence prevailed then suddenly an earpiercing scream shattered our temporary respit and one officer turned pale as he anxiously peered out through a small crack in the barricade there's a man out there he whispered hely he's got an axe Morty and I raced to another window to get a better look at this mysterious attacker a tall figure Broad shouldered and muscular stood near an abandoned truck dressed in tattered clothing his face was smeared with filth making it hard to discern any Fe features except for his unsettling eyes

which seemed to pierce right through us with Sinister intentions as we watched in horror this terrifying man proceeded to demolish both police cars Morty stumbled backward from the window his face drained of color we had little time left before he found a way inside I knew we needed an escape strategy stat after a hushed conversation with Morty and the family we devised what felt like our last hope sneaking out through a narrow rear window in one of bathroom stalls swiftly acting on our plan we clambered along the wall while trying not to alert this monstrous

person of our whereabouts scrambling over the brick wall the family Morty and I desperately made our way towards an old storage shed hoping to find something that could help us escape the growing nightmare the father of the family tried calling 911 on his cell phone but there was no reception in this remote location the mother frantically looked for anything that could be used as a weapon but we were only able to find a rusty shovel and an old crowbar together we decided to make a break for it there were no other options left the ax

wielding Maniac would find us sooner or later we emerged from the storage shed in search of one of the remaining parked cars in the area as we tiptoed across the grass covered parking lot there was a sudden loud crash behind us like breaking glass startled we turned around and saw that horrifying man smashed through the window where we had been hiding earlier he had discovered our Escape as he scanned the area looking for us our hearts raced knowing that he would likely become more aggressive now that he knew we weren't trapped anymore we continued moving

hastily toward a dark blue sedan parked near some tall trees the father managed to unlock the vehicle with his Universal Car opener and we hastily clambered inside the Father skillfully hotwired the car and put it into gear ready for a high-speed Escape however just as he reved up the engine and sped off from our temporary hiding spot I glanced back and saw that terrifying figure charging towards us at full speed he swung his axe wildly as we drove away from him barely missing our car by mere inches each time I clenched my teeth with every

deafening swing of that monstrous weapon against the pavement my heart pounded like a drum in my chest while my mind screamed at me not to look back but I couldn't help it despite the a fear that paralyzed our senses we were grateful for the quick action of the father who was now driving us as far from the rest stop as possible we had no idea who this insane person was but knew that no one deserved to face his wrath we drove further out of town before we were finally able to find cell phone reception and

call the police they sent patrol cars in response and after a tense few hours we received word that the axe wielding Maniac had been apprehended the officers informed us that he had been responsible for a series of brutal attacks throughout the region and praised our quick thinking and close-knit teamwork for escaping his brutal intentions safe at last our group disbanded to return home but I could never forget the chilling images of that night I will always remember Morty glur's coming presence which had undoubtedly been a significant factor in getting us out of Harm's Way when

fear threatened to shatter our Focus nor will I forget the family especially the father who took charge in those terrifying moments or The Bravery exhibited by each person in overcoming paralyzing fear amid chaos it is an unwanted reminder of our shared Humanity in moments of harsh adversity a testament to the strength we possess when faced with unimaginable Terror the scars on our hearts would be a constant reminder to cherish our lives because no one knows what lurks around the next corner but despite it all somehow knowing that we managed to escape something so horrifying only

serves to make us more appreciative of the beauty of life and its potential for both Darkness and Light I was taking a much needed break from the long Halls on the road as a truck driver My Buddy Lee and I had stopped at Big Bob's truck stop just outside of rale North Carolina I felt exhausted but relieved after getting the chance to stretch my legs and finally eat something other than stale gas station hot dogs the fluorescent lights flickered annoying but it was better than the stuffy confines of the truck Lee had a knack for

lightening the mood even in the most ordinary of situations as we sat down for dinner at the adjacent Diner he cracked a joke about the lowr meatloaf in front of us looking suspiciously like rad Kill from our previous stop we shared a laugh over this particular Quirk of our work life nothing escaped him the waitress who served the us had overheard these comment and said you guys are truck drivers right be careful on your route tonight there have been some gruesome accidents recently involving truckers what kind of accidents Lee asked intrigued a few truckers have

been found slaughtered in their sleeping cabs she explained with an uneasy expression no one knows what's happening or who's doing it but it's pretty hor iic noted Lee replied solemnly acknowledging the seriousness of her warning we finished our meal and I couldn't help but cast a glance at another driver nearby he seemed to be traveling solo but didn't look any more dangerous than an average trucker you'd meet in diners like this one his eyes never left his plate though seeming to prefer Solitude over small talk as we got back on the road I couldn't shake

the uneasiness from hearing about those recent incidents my hands GED the wheel tighter than usual as we continued our drive into the night it wasn't long before fatigue started to set in again and we decided it was time to rest we pulled into one of those makeshift rest stops along the side of the highway hoping for a few hours of undisturbed sleep I had this knot in my stomach preventing me from getting comfortable in my cramped sleeping quarters suddenly the air felt tense and suffocating accompanied by unnatural silence the faint wisps of fog outside in

the night creeped closer and closer to the truck as if it was closing in on us I tried to convince myself that it was just nerves getting the better of me and attempted to slip into sleep late into the night something jolted me awake a loud bang echoed through our cabin Lee still asleep beside me hadn't felt anything but then I heard scraping noises outside our truck metal against metal ice cold shivers running down my spine hard racing I peered out of the window next to my bunk and saw that the fog hung heavy around

us seemingly swallowing everything beyond our immediate vicinity suddenly a shadowy figure darted behind another parked truck in the distance the guy from the diner Panic set in as I saw him brandishing a large weapon a machete or Cleaver glinting with malice Lee wake up I whispered urgently as I shook him back to Consciousness that guy from Big Bobs he's here and he's got a freaking machete for a moment Lee looked disoriented but quickly shifted gears as he realized what was happening quick we need to call the police I whispered urgently we pulled out his phone

and dialed 911 while we both tried to keep our voices down it seemed crucial that we not draw any unwanted Attention our way hello yes we need help we're at AR rest stop off I 75 and there's a man with a machete stalking us he's already attacked another truck please send help quickly Lee whispered into the phone giving more details about our location we didn't have time to spare Lee grabbed our emergency Flare from the glove compartment and cautiously opened the truck door checking around for any sign of danger he stepped out of the truck

determined to alert other truckers of their impending danger he managed to light the flare and waved it around without allowing o its light to directly shine on him or our truck startled by the sudden light some drivers emerged from their vehicles trying to figure out what was going on the police sirens began in the distance Our Hope was that they would make it quickly that hope dwindled as the man with the machete with one violent swing attacked one of the drivers who had come to see what was happening the man let out a blood curling

scream before collapsing in a heap on the ground I couldn't just stand idly by and watch innocent people being harmed I picked up my CB Radio and started broadcasting over any open channels I could find even though I shouldn't contact anyone without authorization in panic situations like this one but lives were at stake danger at rest stop off of I75 there's a man with a machete get back in your trucks and lock your doors people scrambled to their vehicles seeking safety as the attacker began to slash through anything standing in his path his movements were

deliberate and calculated but also had an unnerving chaotic Edge his face was partially obscured by a bandana but his eyes narrow cold and full of unchecked Rage sent shivers down my spine the police C cars finally arrived on the scene surrounding him officers took positions behind their car doors pointing their guns directly at the attacker drop your weapon one of them demanded through the loudspeaker he responded by attacking another trucker slashing through the air with his weapon the police officers opened fire multiple times all trying to bring him down without anyone else being in danger

finally he fell to the ground bleeding profusely the police cautiously moved in ensuring his incapacitation before dropping their guard miraculously no one had been killed though two truckers were Gravely injured and rushed to nearby hospitals we were questioned by detectives giving every piece of information we could recall about the man with the machete and thanked for our efforts in warning others in the aftermath of that night I couldn't help but think about that quiet man at Big Bob's Diner who carried a hidden Darkness within him a Darkness he Unleashed on unsuspecting truck drivers on that

foggy night at the rest stop it was a stock reminder that evil can lurk in unsuspecting places and that we can never be too prepared or Vigilant to protect ourselves and those around us the moon loomed high in the sky as I idled my big rig at a lonely truck stop on the outskirts of Tucson Arizona my name is Roger Wilkins and I've been driving trucks cross country for over a decade in all my years on the road I've encountered countless strange people and unusual experiences but none could ever compare to the gruesome events that

took place that fateful night as I sat there adjusting the knobs on my CB radio a man with a bushy beard and ragged clothes approached my cab window he introduced himself as Terry o Conor and explained that his car had broken down just down the road ordinarily I would be hesitant to help a stranger at night but Terry's friendly demeanor put me at ease deciding to offer for him some assistance I grabbed my toolbox from behind the seat together Terry and I walked along the side of the highway toward his vehicle along the way Terry

made some bad puns that cracked me up saying things like I guess you could say I'm having a lug nutty night we continued chatting and laughing despite what was to come reaching Terry's car we noticed streaks of what seemed like blood on the hood it turned out to be oil mixed with radiator fluid a possible sign of engine failure as we pride open the hood to investigate further a follow stench wafted it out unbearable we came across remains that hinted at some unspeakable horror bloody Rags covered in what looked like human teeth were scattered among

the engine parts we were speechless unable to move or whisper any rational explanation for what laid before us when we finally found our voices again we both agreed not to report our gruesome Discovery for fear of falling under suspicion ourselves as we walked back toward my truck discussing what we had seen I noticed Terry's hands were shaking uncontrollably he must have felt my gaze because he stammered an explanation I was in a bar fight a couple of days ago and my hand haven't stopped shaking since doctors said it's just temporary I hope they're right once

we arrived at my truck we heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching from the pitch black darkness that enveloped the road as the figure Drew closer we could discern a silhouette of a man wearing a long raincoat with a chilling grin plastered across his face he came closer and closer his Sinister smile widening with every step that's when Terry and I both knew we were in grave danger Panic set in as we scrambled into my truck to escape this nightmare I fumbled with the keys my hands shaking more than just from nerves now the adrenaline

coursing through my veins with a screech of tires we peeled out of the truck stop leaving the man in the raincoat far behind my heart pounded against my chest while cold sweat drenched my skin but our ordeal wasn't over yet as we sped along the desolate Highway headlights appeared in our rear view mirror the vehicle veered erratically narrowly avoiding other traffic on the road as it pursued us at break Nick speed Terry shouted hely over the Roar of my engine that's him that psycho is chasing us our world became one endless chase scene as we

tried to outrun our Tormentor through the night barreling down highways and twisting rural roads at incredibly dangerous speeds our hearts pounding Terry and I continued to race down the desolate Highway with our mysterious pursuers still following closely each turn and curve on the road seemed to stretch the tension further like a rubber band approaching its Breaking Point our options were limited and we couldn't risk attracting more attention by involving the authorities given our earlier Discovery at the truck stop Terry suddenly suggested we take a detour into an obscure overgrown path to try and evade our

pursuer though hesitant I agreed it was our best chance as we maneuvered through the narrow dirt road branches scraped against the truck sides while we peered anxiously behind us the headlights from our pursuer had vanished momentarily but soon after reappeared closing in on us faster than before a gut-wrenching scream shattered the silence another victim of this Relentless man man the realization hit that he had followed us onto the dirt path and claimed another life unable to bury his face in his hands like he wanted to do since they were busy holding his shaking fists gripped

at his lap Terry just stared blankly at the floor of the truck I accelerated further navigating through various twists and turns until a sudden dead end presented itself a quick U-turn was needed a moment that would cost us dearly as our pursuer caught up in a final desperate attempt to escape I floored the accelerator and drove towards a thick dilapidated fence in hopes of breaking through it the vehicle slammed into it with tremendous Force splintering wooden panels flew everywhere as it shattered under impact allowing us just enough space to continue through what appeared to be

a construction site abandoned for years the maniac tailing us mirrored our every move his menacing grin haunted me as I barely maintained control of my vehicle under such stressful conditions it felt like an unrelenting game of cat and mouse stretched Beyond any reasonable limit as we sped to the construction site I suddenly saw an opportunity a large unstable looking crane towered in the distance an opportunity for a risky maneuver that could potentially put an end to the chase once and for all I frantically gave Terry a brief summary of my plan and instructed him to

brace himself driving at full speed towards the crane I veered off at the last moment narrowly avoiding a disastrous Collision our Sinister pursuer was not as fortunate his car slammed into the base of the crane with devastating Force causing the entire structure to collapse upon him and his vehicle in a cacophony of Twisted Metal and debris Terry and I exchanged looks of sheer disbelief before releasing simultaneous size of relief our ordeal at least for now seemed to be over we exited the truck and cautiously approached the mangled remains of our pursuer's vehicle amidst the wreckage

we could make out the man in his raincoat now lifeless with his chilling grin extinguished forever a day went by then too with no sign of further disturbance or retribution the nightmares remained Vivid but began to slowly diminish as each day passed the chilling memories though never forgotten began to fade as well though we would always feel guilt for our decision not to report our initial Discovery at the truck stop to this day we cannot help but feel grateful that our lives had been spared by this unexpected turn of events an extraordinary result born from

Unthinkable circumstances As Time moved forward Terry's shaking hands gradually calmed down just like his life along with mind turned to some semblance of normaly those who had fallen victim to this horrifying individual were remembered every day not just by us but others impacted by his atrocities it was supposed to be just another day on the job for me Russell Donovan a truck driver who who had seen it all almost I'd been bopping around the states and hitting up the most remote locations without worrying too much about what might be lurking nearby that is until I

arrived at New Brunswick a quaint town in New Jersey little did I know that this gig would change my life forever the inciting incident happened a few hours into my delivery route a car accident had left the main highway closed from miles forcing me to take a winding country road to finish my deliveries the landscape was beautifully eerie but it was the grizzly sight of a mutilated human body on the side of the road that brought my truck to a screeching halt my heart thumped wildly in my chest as I hesitated to climb out of

my truck but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw a severely disfigured corpse with chunks of Flesh ripped from its body and Bones jutting out at unnatural angles I quickly dialed 911 hoping someone would come soon to investigate as I waited for the authorities to arrive a pain scream rang through the quiet Forest like a rusty iron door creaking open from a long forgotten Crypt to my horror there wasn't just one victim it sounded like someone else needed help I ran in the direction of that agonized scream as fast as my legs could

carry me completely abandoning any fear for my own safety that's when I found her an elderly woman with ripped clothing who was covered in blood with an expression of sheer Terror etched onto her wrinkled face desperate gasps escaped her lips as she looked up at me with wide eyes and whispered he's here the man I I don't know his name instantly alert and on edge we made our way back to my truck both looking around the area trying to avoid the vicious grip of our unseen attacker the tense air seemed to cling to our very

skin I could see her shivering whether from fear or the cold night air what did that man look like I asked her as we stumbled back toward the truck hesitantly she described him as having an unnaturally large and muscular frame with mangled Twisted hair most hauntingly of all his eyes were a soulless black describe as if they had no whites only void and when he smiled it revealed sharp and Jagged teeth that could shred flesh from bone as we finally reached my truck and I helped her inside the cab I scanned the surroundings for any

sight of our assailant it was all but impossible to make out any details in the dark ocean of shadow suddenly footsteps echoed in the silence the crunching of leaves and twigs brought a renewed sense of Terror Drive the old woman screamed drive now I struggled to catch my breath for a moment before slamming my foot on the gas pedal tires screeching against the gravel road our only hope for survival was speeding away until we'd left that hellish Place far behind racing down the road at reckless speeds I desperately hoped we would Escape whoever that monstrous

man was every raw nerve in my body was on fire while my mind raced with a million questions how many other victims had this man claimed was he going to track us down and finish what he had started would we even stand a chance against someone like him but as I turned my attention back to the road ahead a dark figure loomed directly in our path and realization suddenly crept up on me like ice cold death there would be no escape with no other choice I swerved the truck narrowly avoiding the Monstrous man standing in

the middle of the road as we passed him I could feel his cold lifeless gaze haunting our every move frantic the old woman and I exchanged panicked glances but maintained our silence in fear that any noise would attract his unyielding Pursuit the Relentless Terror fueled us to speed further into the darkness hoping to lose him despite our desperate efforts to escape it became increasingly evident that he was consistently able to find us unsure of what to do next and terrified that our pursuer was closing in on our vehicle I longed for help but could not

fathom who or how to call for a assistance as ours turned into days with no end in sight Panic began clawing at our minds starving and exhausted by our fudal attempts to outrun this man we realized the only option left we needed reinforcements with nothing but our desperation guiding us through the darkness we stumbled upon a small Roadside Diner filled with weary Travelers overwhelmed by relief at the sight of other humans we hurried inside billion black eyes and Jagged teeth still haunting us approaching a group of people by a booth and ignoring my anxiety about

speaking to strangers I blurted out what we had experienced thus far with this horrifying figure the old woman also relayed her story frantic and desperate as she paced around the diners floor shakily together they listened intently as we detailed every torment inflicted upon us where once there was skepticism on their faces now there was fear lacing through their veins moments of Silence filled the air before a Burly individual with kind eyes and Ash and hair proposed that they help us confront this tormented Soul together that perhaps if we faced him United as one force we

could put an end to his torment for good weighing our options we finally agreed with the plan we set off as a group backtracking to where we had last encountered the man the air was thick with tension as we a small army of frightened Souls gathered together for one final stand armed with determination alone finally amidst the Eerie silence and darkness of the night surrounding us the Twisted figure emerged before us once more still as terrifying and Sinister as before the the Ragged group of us began to move together like a broken unit slow and

unsteady but determined as we approached the grotesque villain menacingly twitching against the backdrop of Shadows something in him seemed to sense that he was now outnumbered and out equipped instead of attacking as anticipated he hesitated almost imperceptibly for a moment giving us an infinitesimal glimpse into the fervent chaos brimming beneath his his cold gaze seizing this opportunity several members of our unconventional unit swarmed around him pinning his enormous limbs down while others restrained his tormented frame no one dared look into his haunting eyes or get themselves too close to those bone chilling teeth acknowledging that

even at our strongest moment any individual Among Us was vulnerable as they fought tirelessly to subdue him the darkness in his eyes fading as they grappled with all their filmy strength the nightmare came to an end it was one of those stuffy summer afternoons in Charleston South Carolina when I had a glimmer of assurance that nothing could go arai I'd been driving trucks for a good several years years and my name is ID belon yep an ordinary guy with a meat and potatoes kind of job but let me tell you what unfolded later that day

will forever be etched in my memory I'd arrived at the Distribution Center to pick up my load striking small talk with the old yet reliable security guard named Roger seemed like any other day little did we know our casual conversation with would be overshadowed by unforeseen Terrors soon enough hey Roger I said leaning over to grab some coffee remember when you said you'd rather see the apocalypse than the Knicks actually win Roger chuckled and replied yeah what about it well I heard they've got some talent coming in next season I grinned and took a sip

of my scorching beverage as we laughed about our favorite sport Sports team's shortcomings there was an unnatural sense of for boing beginning to encroach upon us from outside the confines of the small security booth that's when it happened the inciting incident that has haunted me ever since a man entered the distribution Center's bustling floor but halted abruptly near Roger's desk before letting out a blood curdling scream his face contorted into an expression of pure Terror resembling someone witnessing their own mortality unfold before them but what we saw was something far worse an unmoving Mass strewn

across the floor adjacent to our office it wasn't just Gore splattered all over it was as if somebody had been eviscerated by some sort of Ruthless machine Roger muttered under his breath as he darted into action radioing for help the rest of the workers stared in abject horror Frozen in the throws of disbelief and there I stood coffee cups still clutched in my hand unable to process the vicissitudes of Fate that had been thrust Upon Us in the ensuing chaos we failed to notice a tall figure eclipsing the scene clad in Grim stained clothes and

wielding a blood soaked machete his demeanor suggested that he thed on our suffering he was evil incarnate a force United by an insatiable thirst for chaos and anguish I watched as this monstrous being approached Roger who was still calling for help the intercom emitted garbled shrieks of confusion and Terror before going silent I thought to myself why won't anyone hear us who is this malicious creature that has infiltrated our Sanctuary the perpetrator viciously attacked per Roger and somehow his unhinged laughter reached New Heights as he mutilated the guard's lifeless body relentlessly abject fear gripped my

very being sweat drenched my clothes as I prayed inwardly for a sliver of Providence to guide me out of this living nightmare all at once an idea struck me I'll bolt for one of the trucks and use it to escape from this malevolent force my heart thed in my chest as I sprinted through the Maze of towering semi my trailers the antagonist followed close behind dragging his Gore soaked weapon with palpable excitement I managed to hop into one of the truck's driver's seats when he ignited a bloodstained firebomb and hurled it at the windshield with

malicious intent Flames licked at my feet as I frantically attempted to start the engine while trying not to choke on fumes that clawed at my eyes and throat another nightmarish tackle echoed through the air before boots pounded against metal like a Relentless Beast hunting down its prey my mind raced trying to make sense of the chaos surrounding me I managed to start the truck we were almost there just a little bit more before we could escape this Monstrous Nightmare however the engine sputtered as if resisting the urgent call to action the horrifying attacker Drew closer

his relentless laughter echoing through my ears come on you have to move I shouted at the truck frustration boiling over within me with one final push the engine roared to life I slammed on the gas and screeched out of the parking lot barely managing to evade his swinging machete as it whistled through the air I sped down the road at Breakneck speed oblivious to anything else but my own survival all that mattered was getting away from this violent entity who thrived on suffering without any idea of where to go I continued driving until I saw

a small police station up ahead a sense of hope surged Within Me Maybe they could do something about this monstrous individual ignoring my burning lungs and ragged breaths I burst into the precinct and desperately called out for help the off officers inside listened intently as I recounted what had occurred at our workplace gory details poured forth with every word their expressions shifted from disbelief To Grim acknowledgment I saw him one officer whispered solemnly an all too familiar look in his eyes a look that confirmed my worst fears this attacker wasn't new to them they knew

who he was and what he had done before the phone rang in the background as one of my worker friends from earlier entered herley into the police station he explained how he had managed to hide during the attack and contacted Emergency Services a task force was assembled immediately a blend of heavily armed officers prepared themselves for battle with an impeccable air of resolve amongst them they decided not to disclose much information about our attacker but their silence spoke volumes about the imminent danger ahead I was escorted to a police vehicle parked outside flanked by two

weapon toing officers the air was thick with fear and tension as we raced back to the blood bath at our workplace as we turned into the parking lot I noticed that the Monstrous being had disappeared however his presence lingered in the blood spatter and mutilated remains of my friends and co-workers the task force bravely entered the premises intent on finding this vile murderer the police ConEd through every inch of the facility yet there was no trace of him it was as if he had vanished Into Thin Air hours passed without any update on our attacker's

whereabouts I was informed that although numerous murders had previously occurred in similar fashion this individual had always evaded capture their suspicions all pointed towards a single conclusion this vicious killer would strike again soon enough with no further progress or leads we were asked to head home as our workplace was considered an active crime scene still marked by torn flesh and pools of blood throughout the building our Predator remained unnamed a menacing figure with Twisted motivations leaving an endless string of victims in his gory way my life was forever changed after witnessing the gruesome atrocities carried

out that day the faces of my Fallen co-workers imprinted in my memories as for the Monstrous man clad in filth who spared me that day I would never truly be free as long as he remained uncaptured after another long day of making deliveries across the country I found myself parked at a truck stop near Topeka Kansas it always amazes me how big this country is when you're driving it daily tired from my hours on the road I decided to stretch my legs and grab a bite at the diner next to the truck stop hey bud

said another truck driver named Kyle Murphy as I sat down beside him at the counter you look beat rough day behind the wheel you have no idea I replied with a smirk but you know what they say time flies when you're stuck in traffic as we exchanged a few more anecdotes and trucker gossip I noticed that old black and white photos of past patrons covered the walls of this aging Diner the seatone memories gave the to place an eerie charm that never ceased to fascinate me making small talk with Kyle and our waitress Susie we

gravitated toward discussing a recent news story about a series of violent attacks around toeka over the last few weeks rumors circulated that these incidents were committed by some sort of cunning man man who prayed on Lone individuals especially during night hours I casually brushed off those stories as just another urban legend cooked up to keep people on their toes when venturing out at night as our conversation continued Kyle's voice drifted away as my attention turned towards an oddly Dressed Man entering the diner clad in layers of mismatched tattered clothing and moving with an awkward gate

he was an unsettling presence among the Cheery atmosphere of truckers and travelers for some reason it felt as though those piercing eyes behind an unkempt beard were intently watching me unsettled but determined to shrug off my unease I said my goodbyes to Kyle and suie and headed back to my cab for a well-deserved Slumber the thought of that strange man lingered in the back of my mind but I attributed my unease to the grizzly gossip we'd been discussing earlier waking early the next morning I ventured back into the diner to grab a quick breakfast before

hitting the road again the crowd had thinned and sunlight streamed into the windows dispelling any lingering creepiness from the previous night Susie waved when she saw me and came over with a smile hey there she said I was just cleaning up after last night and I found this note under a pile of napkins I took the paper from her unfolding it to reveal a series of hastily scrolled words do not leave furrowing my brow in confusion I showed it to Susie and asked if she knew anything about it she shook her head saying that it

must have been left by one of the customers during the night shift despite her casual response I couldn't ignore the deepening unease that settled within me with the memory of last night's unsettling visitor still fresh in my mind my concern escalated as I realized what this note suggested returning to my truck I noticed some scratches on its exterior that weren't there before additionally there was an indistinguishable foul smell lingering near my cab my heart pounded in my chest as I muled over last night's encounter with that strange man was he behind this frightening warning I

contemplated my options for a moment should I call the police and report this situation or should I just brush it off as a prank and proceed with my journey the more I thought about it the more I realized that reporting it might make me seem paranoid or overly cautious after all there was no concrete evidence of any crime being committed and all I had was some scratches on my truck and an ominous note reluctantly I decided to ignore the warning but chose to be more Vigilant in case anything else happened while eating breakfast I kept

an eye on the diner's entrance making sure that the mysterious man from the previous night didn't appear again I left the diner and prepared to hit the road again contrary to most days I found myself scanning my surroundings carefully my heart rate elevated due to the anxiety I felt my thoughts were interrupted when a fellow trucker approached me hey there he said cheerfully you seem pretty jumpy this morning I hesitated for a moment before admitting what had happened last night and showing him the note the fellow trucker raised an eyebrow before saying you know what

maybe you should report this to someone if that guy is still around here causing trouble it might be worth looking into while this solidified my own concerns it also provided an opportunity for support if things escalated any further so after exchanging contact information with the fellow trucker in case we needed to reach out to each other later on I made my way back to the diner to report the unsettling events that had transpired suie listened attentively as I told her everything that had happened since our conversation last night her cheerful demeanor shifted into a look

of genuine concern as she asked if she should call her manager or the authorities before we could make a decision on how to proceed we heard a loud crash from outside the diner rushing outside we saw that all the tires of my truck had been slashed and there was a small Fire Starting underneath it people in the diner began to evacuate as the fire grew larger While others tried desperately to put it out using fire extinguishers the authorities were also called as this was no longer a simple vandalism but rather an active threat to everyone's

safety the firefighters arrived in record time managing to contain the fire before it could cause any more damage to the surrounding area or harm anyone as we waited for law enforcement to arrive and assess the situation I couldn't help but but think about that strange man from last night and the note warning me not to leave when the police arrived I relay everything that had happened since last night emphasizing my encounter with the unsettling man and even mentioning the support from my fellow trucker they took the note as evidence and encouraged me to stay in

contact with them if anything else unusual occurred with my truck out of commission due to the severe Dam damage caused by both the scratches and fire I had no choice but to stay at a nearby Motel until it could be repaired both Susie and the fellow trucker made sure to check up on me during this time offering both emotional support and Company during meals a few days passed without any sign of that mysterious man or any further bizarre incidents the police maintained a visible presence in and around the area as they investigated what had happened

by coincidence or design it seemed my decision not to brush off these occurrences had led them to increased security perhaps preventing further incidents from taking place finally came a morning when my truck repairs were complete and I could resume my journey saying goodbye to Suzie and my fellow trucker fell Bittersweet after everything we'd gone through together as I started the engine once more and prepared to continue on my way I couldn't help but look back at the diner that had unexpectedly become a place of danger and support in such a short time as I drove

down the highway I felt a mix of relief and lingering unease wondering if I'd ever encountered that unknown figure again but there was also gratitude for the friends I had made during this ordeal and A Renewed appreciation for the community we truckers share out on the open road I'm Tucker Johnson a truck driver by trade and one of my least favorite routes is through the desolate landscape that stretches between barow California and Los Vegas Nevada the long hours and lack of human contact would make any body's mind wander only thing I usually had to look

forward to while driving this stretch was the truck stop about halfway between both cities nothing major just a place with fuel pumps restrooms and a grill where I could grab something to eat on this particular trip I had just reached the truck stop it was well past midnight and as usual there were only a few other vehicles loafing around I parked Ed my big rig at a fuel pump and stepped out into the chilly night air as I fueled up my truck I glanced around at my fellow late night Travelers there were two men standing

suspiciously by a dark green van smoking cigarettes with their faces obscured by hoodies their uneasy Vibes made me keep an eye on them as I concluded my business at the pump I stroe inside the convenience store of the truck stop the the weary looking cashier gave me a half-hearted nod while chatting on her phone in the corner of my eye I noticed some commotion in front of the men's restroom there was a poor guy sprawled on the floor bloodied and bruised while clutching his side in pain a heavy set man left him there dazed and

walked away nonchalantly as if nothing had happened his leather jacket creaked with every step he took one hand twitched above of his back pocket as if concealing something deadly within its folds despite my impulse to help out in this situation nobody else seemed bothered so I decided against it as well even though I was filled with pity for the injured man I'd learned from experience that it's best not to get involved when passing through this part of the world I made my way to the grill section and waited for my plate of eggs and bacon

while waiting the two hooded men came inside as well talking in hush tones and rarely making eye contact there were discussing something that made them tense beads of sweat ran down their furrowed brows even in the chill of night my food arrived and I decided to make use of one of the old boo tucked away in the corner munching on my greasy meal I couldn't help but overhear their conversation that seemed to hint at something far far more Sinister than Shady last minute deals gone South can't wait any longer he'll come for us 3 days

since one muttered nervously the other responded just as quickly we messed up real bad we got to do something tonight or their voices trailed off into silence once they realized I had caught a glance their way they abruptly changed their conversation to mundane topics like sports score and what they planned to eat for dinner swallowing a stubborn mouthful of overcooked bacon my heart raced with new found pulse pounding adrenaline this was no regular conversation between truckers or individuals simply driving through these men were clearly concocting a dangerous plan so much so that even their knowing

glares begged me to understand I was now a potential witness suddenly there was another incident somewhere behind me crashing Yelps of pain and soon enough a blood curdling scream interrupted any thought I had about using the men's room before hitting the road again my stomach churned with both fear and disgust at the grizzly mess that was likely playing out only a few meters away hey man one of the hooded figures suddenly spoke in my direction fear lacing his voice while he gently slammed his fists on his legs help me take this outside he had barely

finished talking when the heavy set man returned from the commotion moved like a ghost gliding past the hooded men and towards me the heavy set man loomed over me his face Twisted into a Sinister smile his eyes were cold and calculating making it clear that he was the one orchestrating Whatever Wicked plan had been set into motion he gestured for me to follow him to the back where the commotion had occurred earlier my instincts screamed at me not to follow but his Brony build and menacing glare made it obvious that resistance was feudal though I

desperately wished to call for help or simply flee I knew doing so would only provoke my capture or something worse as we reached the back of the diner I witnessed the source of the earlier upheaval the injured man now unconscious and bound in a chair looked as though he had been brutally beaten blood streak down his face his breathing harsh and labored ignoring the violence scene before me as best as I could I continued to strategize how to get out of this situation without drawing too much attention or risking harm it seemed like an impossible

task suddenly I heard sirens wailing in the distance the heavy set man's face visibly tensed the villainous figure whispered something urgent to one of his hooded accomplices who scurried away without protest the sirens grew louder and closer until it was apparent they were headed directly for us the heavy set man panicked and hastily dragged me into a hidden room in the back of the diner he looked intense desperate even his temples slick with sweat and teeth gritted in what felt like an eternity but couldn't have been more than several minutes Law Enforcement Officers stormed into

the building their authoritative shouts echoed through the walls as they apprehended the men responsible for my captivity feeling secure with their presence only yards away I shoved past my captor and sprinted towards safety the police officers quickly took charge of the situation as I explained everything I had witnessed as it turned out I had unwittingly become involved in a botched kidnapping scheme one in which the heav set man and his hooded accomplices had intended to see all the way through the injured man was a high-profile businessman and the motive behind it all was money as

simple and cruel as that who would have known that a routine stop at a Roadside Diner could hold such Horrors it certainly would be etched in my memory for a long time as I pulled into the small dingy gas station off the side of the highway in Texas Arana Texas I couldn't have predicted what was about to unfold my name is Edmund keading been a truck driver for over two decades now it's not glam glamorous work long hours bad food and far too many miles of empty road but it has its moments the sun began

to dip behind the Horizon the way it tinted the sky with Hues of pink and orange fascinated me there was a sense of coolness in the air as day turned to night before entering I noticed a fine layer of dust on my windshield that had been accumulating on my journey hey Edmund I heard Carter shout from beneath the hood of our truck we had been driving together for years now he and I were like brothers looks like we might have a minor issue with the coolant system you've head inside while I take a look I

nodded and walked into the gas station while it was shabby from the outside it felt even more so on the inside dimly lit shelves packed with Dusty goods and that one lone attendant behind the counter reading a comic book while browsing some snack options my attention turned to an old TV mounted in the corner showing breaking news serial killer at large authorities warned locals to stay indoors the killer had no name yet just a description tall lanky wearing a peculiar hat that covered most of his face asai Maldonado was his latest victim her car was

found torched just outside Town last week the police suspected she wandered into her as salent while trying to escape a stalled vehicle she'd been brutally dismembered authorities continued their search for her remains a sense of unease washed over me as I grabbed my K of cool soda and beef jerky and headed back outside Carter had fixed the coolant system but now that ominous rep Port weighed heavy in the air in some places like this a sketchy service station surrounded by miles of empty road one's imagination can run wild and boy was mine ever anxious come

on let's get back on the road I said trying to brush off my fears however just as we were preparing to leave a mudcake pickup truck skitted into a vacant pump slot with a squeeze real and pungent smell of burned rubber no matter how hard I tried I couldn't see the driver the trucks windows were excessively tinted it wasn't until that person stepped out of the vehicle when I saw something that sent chills down my spine a tall lanky man with his face mostly obscured by A peculiar hat with my heart pounding I tubbed at

Carter's arm and tossed him my snacks get in the truck now now I barked urgently we need to get out of here not questioning my urgency he hopped into the cab with me as we stared at that terrifying figure lumbering toward us my hand shook as I fired up the engine smoke billowed from the tailpipe as we raced away from that gas station without turning back neither of us dared to speak as our headlights cast Eerie Shadows upon everything in their path I steered the truck recklessly through countless deserted streets that seemed endless each turn

felt like it had only lead us closer to certain Doom the sound of another vehicle emerging shattered our silence tires screeching at break neck speed spurred Panic through our veins they were gaining on us I nailed the accelerator while Carter frantically searched for a weapon anything as he scoured about he managed to find a nearly empty K of pepper spray stashed inside our glove box get ready I growled suddenly whipping the truck around a sharp corner leaving the scent of burning rubber in our wake as the headlights of our pursu rounded the bend Carter leaped

out into the open with heroic Precision he sprayed their windshield hoping a robe blast would hinder their hunt it felt like we'd been driving for hours each minute passing as slowly as the last the fear that had gripped us since our encounter with the peculiar eie man back at the gas station was all consuming we both knew that calling for help wouldn't do much good we were in the middle of nowhere and it would take too long for anyone to reach us suddenly Carter slammed on the brakes dead end he yelled his voice cracking with

panic as as our truck screeched to a halt I saw a figure emerge from a nearby brush it was him the tall man we detected earlier he stood nearly 7 ft tall and wore filthy clothes that appeared to have not seen a washing machine in months his lanky frame moved in an unnatural manner each motion jerky and uncoordinated his eyes were dark black holes that threatened to swallow any hope for sanity from our minds with nowhere left to run we jumped out of the truck desperate for any way to escape this monster of a human

being as he drew closer I couldn't help but notice his hands blistered and bloody from what seemed like endless torment we ran into the dark woods doing our best to avoid branches and debris that would slow us down or trip us up my heart pounded in my ears as we dis distanced ourselves further from our demented pursuer the fear of being caught instilling fleetness and Desperation within us in a fleeting moment of luck I spotted an abandoned house through the trees its decrepit exterior providing me with a shred of Hope over here I shouted to

Carter as we raced toward our chance at Salvation upon entering the house I slammed the door shut behind us and locked it quickly before we began scrambling to find anything that could be used as a barricade or protection against our oncoming pursuer we heard the sound of heavy footsteps on the decaying porch outside and I shuddered knowing that this brutish man wouldn't stop until he'd caused us harm or Worse keep an eye on the windows I directed Carter as I began to gather makeshift weapons an old rusty pipe a broken chair leg it wasn't much

but it would have to suffice Carter suddenly shouted from the other side of the room he's trying to break in through the window I spun around just in time to see the horrifying sight a Blood Stained hand vigorously clawing at the cracked glass as the window shattered I threw myself at our Invader pip in hand gripped with adrenaline induced strength I swung it as hard as possible into his Twisted skull forcing him to retreat momentarily this brief Victory provided us with enough time to secure an escape rude out of that wretched house jumping out of

another window we found ourselves in the backyard just as our attacker began pounding on the locked front door a cacophonous stood echoing menacingly through the night air we sprinted back towards our truck and managed to reach it without further incident thankfully it was still there we' left it in our frenzied attempt to flee earlier as our engine roared to life once more I glanced over at Carter and then into the rearview mirror a sense of relief washing over me as we sped away from that nightmare at full speed as Dawn broke on a new day

and our pulse returned to normaly we vowed never to speak of what had befallen us how could others ever understand how true terrifying and traumatic this experience had been we'd survived something unspeakably horrific death defying was an understatement but we made it out alive Our Lives must go on now but deep within my soul every darkened Street always hearkens back to that harrowing ordeal out on those desolate roads of the unnatural man whose Relentless Pursuit nearly cost us everything e