Truck Drivers, What's A Creepy Story You've Got From The Middle Of Nowhere?

Truck Drivers, What's A Creepy Story You've Got From The Middle Of Nowhere?

Episode Transcript

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Truck drivers, what's a creepy story you've got from the middle
of nowhere? Story one.
I was driving through the back roads of Arkansas around 3:00 AM
when I hit a dense fog bank. It was so thick that I knew I
should pull off the road, but sometimes stopping can be just
as dangerous. I slowed to about 20 mph and
turned on my hazards. There were no other cars coming

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from either direction. After about 15 minutes I started
seeing humanoid shadows illuminated by my headlights
darting along the sides of the road and across it.
It made the hairs on the back ofmy neck stand up.
I saw maybe 5 or 6 of them. I never got a good look, just
dark shapes, but they were definitely human shaped.

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Needless to say I was freaked out and wanted to get away.
I speed up a bit and after another 5 minutes the fog ended
as suddenly as it had appeared. I hit my allotted 65 mph and
didn't stop until the sun came up.
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Story 2 The church I grew up in supported several missionaries
on the Navajo reservation in northeastern Arizona.
They ran two or three Baptist churches there, and we often
went up to help build houses, schools, and other community
projects. One trip, when I was about 12 or
13, I was dozing off in the front passenger seat of our 15

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passenger church van. The trip leader, John, a
practical, no nonsense Vietnam vet and Carpenter, was driving.
I suddenly startled awake, everyhair on my body standing on end,
and heard John quietly praying under his breath.
Jesus, Lord, protect us, Jesus Lord, protect us.
His face was lit only by the panel lights, but I could see

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him staring straight ahead, his hands gripping the wheel
tightly. The speedometer read 85 mph,
which seems strange. John always kept the van around
65. Then I looked out my window and
in the vans running lights I swear I saw a gaunt naked man
running on all fours alongside us on the highway.

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I nearly lost it. Skin walkers.
John said quietly. Just pray, fight.
You better believe I prayed. This thing stayed with us for
about 5 minutes, then just abruptly stopped and disappeared
into the desert. Northeastern Arizona is part of
the Navajo Reservation, an area well known for urban legends

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about skin walkers, corrupted medicine men, or witches who can
transform into animals, usually wolves or coyotes.
Story 3. A friend of my cousin was a long
haul trucker. He was making a delivery across
the country and driving along a rarely used dirt stretch of a
rural route. Since the road wasn't in the
best condition, he had to go slowly.

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He saw another truck approachingfrom the opposite direction.
It was the same make and model as his.
Since this wasn't unusual, he didn't think much of it.
But as the other truck got closer, he honked in
recognition. A friendly nod to having the
same kind of rig. The other truck honked back and
all seemed normal. That is, until they had to pass

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each other very slowly. He turned to look at the driver
and saw himself. Not a reflection, not a similar
person, but an exact copy. Same clothes, same hat, same red
beard, staring right at him. They passed each other and that
was it. He told me he'd seen some very
strange things in his time on the road, but that moment was

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what made him decide to stop being a trucker.
Story 4. I'm not a trucker per SE, but I
regularly travel from Texas to Idaho, Texas to Indiana, and
Texas to Ithaca, NY by van. My drives usually last 18 to 20
hours. Sometimes I have wildlife in my
vehicle and sometimes I'm on my way to pick up an animal.

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My job involves a lot of hands on work.
Driving is secondary. I probably cover anywhere from
1000 to 10,000 miles in a week. That being said, I've seen a lot
of Rd. I've seen so much death,
accidents, mistakes, the kind ofstuff you never forget.
I've seen motorcyclists split into pieces as they slid on the

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pavement. I've seen a bridge collapse on
several cars. I've seen hitch hikers, stray
animals, wildlife, car chases, fresh accidents, tornadoes, you
name it. I think you get the idea.
There was one time though, unlike anything else.
I was on one of my shortest drives, but it was late at
night. Around one AMI had to get to

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Austin, TX as quickly as possible because a citizen had
found a bird that was incapacitated but still alive in
Houston. The bird had been sedated and I
had to get it to a specialist immediately or it would surely
die. Fortunately, the wildlife vet
said she had to be up for surgery early anyway, and if I
could make it by 4:00 AM, she would take it.

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The highway between Austin and Houston Hwy. 290 has a few areas
where you're forced to stop, butthere are also stretches that
are completely undeveloped and very, very dark.
I wasn't tired, I was on high alert after leaving the town of
Page. There is a long stretch of very
dark highway. No roadside lights, no

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development, just a tree lined 2lane Rd. going in both
directions. I remember the highway dipping
down shortly after that dark stretch and opening up to the
highway system that can take youto Bastrop or San Marcos.
It wasn't unusual to be alone out here.
I should also note that I am an avid bird watcher.
In fact, it's part of my job to report sightings and behavior

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daily. Even at night while driving, I
can spot a hawk or dove curtailing the power lines along
the roads. At night, it wasn't unusual to
see a deer or coyote pacing along the side or even in the
middle of the road. This time, though, as my car
dipped down the highway and the bridge to Bastrop came into
sight, something enormous and white appeared.

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I braked hard. My car jolted to a stop as the
sheer vast white mass moved overme with incredible speed.
I could hear it whooshed throughthe air.
I don't know what came over me. I opened my window quickly, and
the bird in the kennel behind mestarted making a horrible noise.
I forgot to look outside and instinctively glanced behind me.

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And there inside the van was thewhite mass with a huge beaked
face and dark red eyes. I was in full panic.
I couldn't move a muscle or makea sound.
I was absolutely horrified by what I saw.
All the while the little bird kept letting out a horrible
scream despite being sedated. It was like a knife to my

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nerves, cutting all functionality from my body.
The ghost like white creature appeared to wave its hand and I
felt my mouth open involuntarily, letting out a
raspy scream. The white creature bolted right
at my face. I literally peed a little in my
jeans and my bottom clenched harder than a bank vault door.

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The creature moved past me and out through the front
windshield. It turned back to look at my
wide eyed, terrified face and then took off into the sky.
This is the first time I've eversaid anything about this.
I still get shaken when I think about those dark eyes and the
swiftness with which it appearedin my sight.
I've never seen anything like itagain.

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It's been 6 years now and to this day it is the only
paranormal interaction I can truly say I've experienced.
Story 5. I was driving my flatbed from
St. Helena, CA to Wylie, TX.
This happened somewhere near theTexahoma border.
I picked up a hitch hiker. He was standing by the side of
the road, his thumb trembling. Maybe from the cold, I thought.

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Soon I would learn that it wasn't cold causing it, it was
fear. The trembling of a man who
looked as though he had seen a ghost.
Where to? I asked a man.
Please, I know this is weird. Just take me to a bar.
I need a drink. I'll buy you a drink or a hot
sandwich. I thought it was odd.
I've picked up many hitch hikersin my day, but I had never had

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one make such a request. I was about to say, get lost,
buddy, whatever you're selling, I'm not buying.
But when I looked into the man'seyes, I saw pure terror.
Something compelled me to open the passenger door and he got
in. At the bar, the hitch hiker
began his tail. Earlier that night, during
torrential rain, he had been seeking a ride.

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He sat by the road with his thumb out, waiting for hours.
A few cars passed, but none slowed.
Frustrated, he was about to lower his thumb and find shelter
for the night. Then he saw headlights, a car
approaching very slowly. The hitchhiker eagerly
approached, waiting for it to stop.
Oddly, the slow moving car continued drifting forward.

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Maybe the pace was slowing, or maybe the car had always been
moving at this unnerving speed, but it never came to a complete
stop. The headlights pierced the rain
as the hitchhiker stood there, confused.
Will this car stop? Perhaps I should get in.
I've never seen a car drive so slowly like this, he thought.
Finally, he decided to just jumpin.

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He stumbled through the rain, opened the passenger door, and
took a seat. To his horror, there was no one
in the driver's seat. There was no one in the back
seat either. The car was bare, yet it kept
moving forward. The headlights remained on, now
directly in front of him as he looked out the windshield.
Creeping steadily through the rain.

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The hitch hiker quickly exited the ghostly car and ran for
miles. He rested, ran some more, rested
again, and ran yet more. Finally, after catching his
breath, he stuck out his thumb and stood by the road.
This time he saw headlights approaching, but the vehicle was
driving at a normal pace. It wasn't a car at all.

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It was a flatbed truck. That's where the hitch hiker and
I met. The bartender brought us our
beers, and the service at this bar was terrible.
Then two men drenched from the rain came running into the bar.
They pointed at the hitch hiker.Hey, there's the idiot that
tried jumping into our car whilewe were pushing it through the
rain. Story 6.

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This isn't my story, but an old friend of mine's in the 90s.
John was an IT guy in parts of eastern Iowa and far West
Illinois. He was used to driving from one
account to another, often late at night or early in the
morning. He'd pick a halfway point to
stop at a rest area and grab oneof those awful paper cup coffees
from the machines. One early morning around 4:30

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AM, he was in Iowa and stopped at a wide spot in the road rest
area. He parked and there weren't any
other people there, just a couple of semis that looked like
they had been there for quite a while.
He went into the men's room, which was deserted.
After using the bathroom, he went to the sink to wash his
hands. Out of the corner of his eye he

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caught movement. A very tall, very thin man
standing right in the middle of the entrance, about 15 feet
away. He was dressed all in black, and
John said the man's eyes were pitch black.
The man was giggling to himself and John swore he was at least 8
feet tall. He glanced down to grab a paper
towel from the machine and when he looked up, the man was so

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close he could hear him breathing a loud bubbly sound.
There was no way he could have crossed 15 feet in one.
As he told it, the Manor thing slowly smiled at him, and it
wasn't a smile, it was a bearingof serrated sharp teeth.
The creature started chuckling like it was looking at a three
piece KFC meal. My friend screamed Jesus help me

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and ran for his car. He said.
The thing looked startled, as ifit wasn't supposed to be able to
move. Almost like he should have been
frozen, like staring at a snake.He reached his car, which wasn't
locked, slammed the locks down, started the engine and floored
it to get out of there. As he was leaving, he looked in
the rear view mirror and the thing was running after the car.

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He always swore that somehow this thing followed him home.
Not long after, he was paralyzedin an accident and I went to
care for him for a little while.I brought my 4 year old son with
me and in his typical baby way he would chatter away while the
two of us were talking. One day I asked him who he was
talking to. My son said he says his name is

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Biter, he has long teeth and he lives with Mr. John.
I grabbed my son and ran out of there.
I never went back to that house.Story 7 about my third year into
my career. I was taking a load of paper
from Alabama to Ohio. The paper mill I loaded at was
in the middle of nowhere, probably 65 miles from the

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nearest Interstate. I was a little low on my legal
driving hours, so I figured I would spend the night at the
shipper. Well, the shipper didn't allow
overnight parking. Great.
So I got loaded and rolled out. I sent my GPS for the nearest
truck stop about 70 miles away. There was one closer, but
according to Google reviews, it didn't have showers.

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I was rolling along a winding country Rd., taking my time
because it was dark. I flipped my high beams on when
I reached a straight section of the road and I saw a figure
walking. I remember thinking how brave
they must be. As I got closer I realized the
figure was a man in an all whitesuit.
My lights revealed more of him. He had a bag slung over his

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shoulder, not huge, but big enough to notice.
As I started to ease the truck over to the left side of the
road to pass him, he turned and stuck his thumb out as if to
hitch a ride. Normally that wouldn't bother
me, but when he turned toward the truck, the place where his
face should have been was completely red and blank.
No eyes, no nose, no mouth. Just blank, red and terrifying.

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I must have hit my door lock button about 30 times.
I made it to the truck stop and waited until daylight to take my
shower. I don't know what I saw that
night, but whatever it was, it could not ride with me.
Story 8 So this story always creeps me out.
My dad's friends weren't exactlylong haul truckers.
They were thieves back in the 70s or 80s.

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They had just robbed a safe somewhere in the UK.
They were using a van to carry it and decided to stop around
3:00 in the morning for a rest and a cigarette.
As they sat on a quiet main roadthey heard the clip clop of a
woman's high heels. It felt strange.
What would a woman be doing out here at this hour alone?
They glanced in the wing mirror and sure enough, they saw what

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appeared to be a woman walking toward the van.
They looked at each other, puzzled, and waited for her to
approach the window, which was already rolled down by this
point. My dad's friend would get deeply
uncomfortable even telling the story.
As she drew closer, they realized it wasn't a woman at
all. They swore it was the Devil, a

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being with a razor sharp smile stretching from ear to ear and
the most evil look in its eyes. My dad's friend yelled to the
one driving friggin Dr. and theyspeed off without looking back.
In hindsight they weren't sure if they had heard heels or
hooves. My dad's friends weren't the
type to make up stories and thiswas one of the only experiences

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they ever claimed as real Story 9.
I'm a truck driver in the UK. One night I was driving through
rural Scotland on a country lanewhen I suddenly started to see
flashing lights coming through the trees.
All different colors lit up the woods, casting strange shifting
shadows across the road. I'm not a believer in aliens or

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anything, but my first thought was UF OS Safe to say I put my
foot down and got out of there as fast as I could.
The next day I found out it had just been a rave happening in a
nearby field, but at the time itscared the life out of me.
Story 10 Two friends and I were driving from Laredo, TX to Baton

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Rouge, LA one night in my Ford van.
It was around 2:00 AM. There's a particularly long and
dark stretch of Hwy. just outside Laredo.
No buildings, towns or lights for about 50 miles.
I was in the right lane approaching a truck and moved
into the left passing lane to overtake it.
As I slowly drew alongside the long truck, something in my

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peripheral vision caught my attention.
The truck suddenly swerved toward the right shoulder,
avoiding something or someone onthe road.
I looked and saw a person dressed entirely in white with a
white face. Their arms were folded across
their chest and their eyes were closed as they walked across the
highway. I swerved to the left and barely

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missed this ghostly figure with my passenger side mirror.
I can still remember the eyes. They were closed.
That's how close we came to hitting them.
Story 11 My dad was a trucker for a few years in the 80s
before becoming a firefighter. There is a very small town in
Oklahoma called Fairfax that he frequently traveled to carrying

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oil field supplies. The highway to the town is a
paved 2 lane Rd. that cuts through the open wheat fields of
Pawnee and Osage counties. Very quiet at night, He was
travelling around midnight one night heading north on Hwy. 18
on route to Fairfax, when he said he rounded a curve and his
headlights illuminated a man in a wheelchair pushing himself

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down the middle of the road. Dad said it was extremely foggy
and had he been distracted at all he likely never would have
seen the man and could have run over him.
He swerved into the opposite lane, narrowly missing him.
Once he felt he had passed the man, he pulled over to offer
help, but the man had vanished. Dad continued on to Fairfax and

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joined another trucker at a stop.
The trucker had been a few milesahead of him on the highway and
looked wide eyed and shaken. Dad asked if he had seen the
same thing and the trucker said I thought I had seen a ghost.
They contacted a deputy in the area who told them it was a
common sighting for truckers. He had no explanation for who

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the man was or why he would be traveling down the highway at
night. He said he would always check
but never located the man. Story, 12, Former driver here.
You'd see all kinds of crazy stuff at night on the road.
I've always been a night owl, soI can chalk it up to exhaustion,
but I'm sure none of it was everquite what it seemed.
A giant shaggy black dog runningalong and eventually across the

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road. A man with yellow eyes in a long
black duster, standing in the road and smiling more than one
light in the sky, moving and changing directions at speeds
that make my head spin just thinking about it.
Phantom deer. Probably real deer, but it sure
didn't seem like it at the time.Injured people walking on the
side of the road. I saw a few.

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Only one ever turned out to be real.
Glad I kept stopping to check lights in the trees like
fairies. And my personal favorite, an
enormous black creature with extremely long appendages and a
hunched torso that tried to swipe at vehicles.
I've read a lot about most of these phenomena and understand
their explanations, but darned if they didn't seem completely

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real and terrifying when I witnessed them.
Some of them were so unnerving that stopping felt safer than
risking it. I don't believe in ghosts or
monsters, but a few of those encounters definitely gave me
pause. Story 13 I come from a trucking
family. Father, brother, aunts, uncles,
cousins. I've heard plenty of stories,

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but one from my brother stands out the most.
He said he was driving late one night years ago in the 90s and
was the only one on the road somewhere just outside Atlanta,
GA. Up ahead, he saw a man dressed
entirely in black, wearing a black trench coat, step out of
the woods holding a baseball bat.
The man just stood in the middleof the lane.

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My brother switched lanes, but the man moved into his lane
again, still holding the bat andstanding perfectly still.
So my brother stayed in that lane, and just as he got close,
though not too close, he swervedand went around him.
When he looked in his mirror, the man was still standing there
watching him drive away before finally turning and walking back

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into the woods. Story 14 This is my father's
story. He wasn't a trucker, but rather
an 18 year old gas station attendant in the late 70s and
without a certain long haul trucker I probably wouldn't be
here. The gas station was open 24
hours and my dad was the only one working the night shift from
11:00 to 7:00. One night a man came in who

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immediately gave him the creeps.He seemed suspicious.
He was wearing a tight jacket and pants and you could tell he
had something hidden under the jacket.
Since it was summer and warm, there was no reason for him to
be wearing a jacket at all. Later it was confirmed that he
was on drugs. Many truck drivers used this
station because it was the only one open 24 hours along a long

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stretch of Hwy. The station also had a large lot
where truckers could park, rest,or sleep.
On this night, it was just my dad, the sketchy guy, and one
trucker. He kind of knew someone who came
in often enough to be conversational.
My dad asked him to stay in the station and hang out until the
sketchy guy left. After browsing the stocked

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shelves for several minutes while sneaking glances at my dad
behind the counter, the sketchy guy finally looked fed up, got
into his blue car and speed off.The trucker stayed with my dad a
little longer until another couple of men came in to use the
booths and eat a sandwich. I should point out this was
middle of nowhere rural southeast United States in the
1970s. CB and landlines were it.

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The station only had a landline and my dad didn't have any
protection or weapon of any kind.
Hours passed and my dad had justshaken off the paranoia when a
truck driver, this time in a car, came flying into the lot,
jumped out and sprinted inside, shouting that he needed a phone.
He didn't have ACB and he hadn'tseen a phone at the other

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station. Unfamiliar with the area, my dad
station was the first one he found.
He called 911 to report that he had walked into a gas station 40
miles back, the next closest station, only to find the
attendant shot and dead. No one else was around.
The only other detail he had wasthat a blue car had speed out of
the lot just as he pulled in. Eventually they apprehended the

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man in the blue car. My dad confirmed it was the same
sketchy guy from earlier that night and he was charged with
murder and armed robbery. To the long haul trucker who
stayed with my dad that night, thank you and I hope you're
still out there keeping it real.It's also worth noting that the
man in the blue car was already a bad apple.
He was either wanted or on probation at the time.

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He was already in the system. Story 15, maybe a bit off the
mark, but it still scared the crap out of me.
I was headed West on I-76 in Denver, cruising along at about
70 mph. Out of nowhere, I saw a massive,
almost solid cloud of what looked like dirt coming straight
at me. I'd say it was at least 20 feet

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wide and 10 feet tall. I scanned ahead but couldn't see
any vehicle it could have come from.
With nowhere to go, I slowed down and took the hit, hoping
there wasn't anything in it big enough to breakthrough my
windshield or wreck my truck. It was loud as hell when I
smashed through it. The instant hit, I knew it
wasn't dirt. I immediately hit the washers

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because I couldn't see a thing. My windshield was coated in what
looked like guts. Turns out it was bees.
Huge freaking bees that sounded like rocks when they hit.
I can even imagine what that swarm would do to anyone
walking. They'd absolutely annihilate
anything in their path. Story 16.
I was driving near Las Vegas around 3 AMI had been following

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a few black SU VS along the highway for about an hour.
They all had Nevada plates with single digit numbers in order
123. Suddenly they all pulled off the
highway onto a dirt path. There was no mile marker or
cactus to indicate a path, just dirt.
Once they were off the road theyturned their lights off.

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I didn't stick around. It was creepy.
Story 17. A good friend of mine told me
the story years ago. He's the stereotypical old tough
trucker. I've seen some strange things
with him while driving through South Texas along the border.
He never bats an eye. But while telling me this story,
he had goosebumps and a genuinely concerned expression,

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which coming from him, is about the equivalent of a trembling
lip and, well, you get the idea.I'll tell this story in the
first person, just as he told itto me.
Years ago in the late 90s, I wason my way from my house in
central TX to Laredo to pick up a load.
It was early morning, around four or five.

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AMI had just come off a string of days at home, so I knew I
wasn't tired. I was on one of those two lane
winding roads in the absolute middle of nowhere when I saw
something at the edge of my highbeams.
At first I thought it was roadkill as is usually the case.
As I got closer I realized it was roadkill but there was also

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someone crouching over the deer.I remember thinking either this
guy is taking the antlers as a trophy or his seriously messed
up. As I got even closer I saw that
he was eating the deer. Then mid motion he looked up at
me. Not at my truck but at me.
He or it stood up and that's when I saw it was massive, brown

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and covered in hair. I remember thinking, oh crap,
this thing was standing on the tiny shoulder staring right at
me. By this point, maybe 3 seconds
had passed and I was about to reach the part of the road where
it stood. I didn't even think about
stopping. In fact, I was pressing down on
the accelerator to get the hell out of there.

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As I passed, it was still looking at me.
Not at the truck, at me through the driver's side windshield.
It clearly understood that therewas a person inside and knew
exactly where I was sitting. I could still see its head above
the hood of my old needle nose. Pete, An old truck with a
straight, tall hood, notorious for being hard to see over.
This thing was enormous. I remember seeing what looked

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like human intelligence in its eyes.
It scared the absolute crap out of me.
Story 18 OK, here's a spook for you.
And to this day I still have no idea what the hell happened.
I was in the VA slash MD area with a lot of work sites
scattered from downtown Baltimore to Virginia Beach and
everywhere in between. Friday wrapped up and I hit the

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road for some social plans I hadfor the weekend.
Spent the weekend with friends out in various parts of
Virginia, got dragged off to other places even further out.
The usual weekend fun. It was late Sunday night when I
had to leave or I wouldn't get home in time to start my
thankfully late afternoon Monday.
I was fully rested, hadn't been drinking, and wasn't into drugs.

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On the highway around 3:00 AM, in the middle of nowhere between
Roanoke and DC, there was absolutely nobody around.
I was cruising along in the leftlane since no one else was on
the road. No headlights for the past hour.
No tail lights either, no St. lamps.
It was dark, mildly damp and foggy.
Music up, feeling good. All seemed fine.

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Then I happened to glance to theleft and there was a dog barking
at me. A German Shepherd sitting in a
car's passenger seat, bathed in the faint blue glow of the
instruments inside, with its face pressed to the window,
barking its head off. I got a good hard look at it
too, because at first my brain wasn't even registering.
Cop car dummy. I was doing over 90 in a 75 when

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the realization hit me. Oh crap.
The dog, the instruments, the white Crown Vic with its light
bar. It all clicked in my brain.
After a second hard look, I slammed on the brakes, slowing
hard but safe, planning to pull over.
I even flicked on my blinker to start moving over to the right,
but then I realized there was noshoulder on the left side of the

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road. I looked back to the left, still
no shoulder, no room for anothercar, and the cop was just gone.
No trace. I slammed my brakes in the
middle of the highway, flipped on all my lights, and even
scanned around with a handheld spotlight.
Nothing. No tail lights, no headlights,
no engine sounds. There were no other tire marks

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in the damp pavement except mine.
I could see a long distance bothways.
Nothing. My vehicle had excellent
visibility and plenty of extra lighting.
An off road SUV with all the trimmings.
There was no possible way anyonecould have pulled a sneaky move,
let alone driven that fast on wet sloped grass and rocks on my

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left side. So Yep, there you have it.
Ghost cop and his dog didn't like me speeding apparently.
Story 19. My dad has several stories from
hauling logs in Idaho and driving trucks through Utah and
Nevada. My favorite is from when he was
just in his pickup driving through Utah.
He said there was a light keeping pace with him out in the

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desert on a moonless night. It stayed alongside him for
about a minute before disappearing and his truck cut
out at the same time. He stopped, restarted it, and
pulled off at the next diner. The folks inside told him it was
a common occurrence. The creepiest one happened when
he was hauling logs in Idaho, coming down near the Coeur
d'Alene area on a snowy winter night.

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He was putting on chains before heading down a steep grade, and
he said every hair on his body stood up.
It felt like something was watching him.
Halfway down the switchbacks he saw a large figure standing on a
20 foot embankment. As he got closer, it jumped
down. The shoulders were as tall as
the cab. In a single bound it leaped

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across to the other side of the embankment.
At the time he thought it might be a Sasquatch.
Now he says it was probably a demon trying to make him crash.
He didn't stop to remove the chains until he was well away
from the mountain. Story 20 My dad told me and my
brothers this story when we weregrowing up and it's always stuck

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with me, especially on long drives when I'm feeling a bit
sleepy. The first time I remember
hearing it I had asked him if angels were real.
I was probably 7 or 8. He drove trucks decades ago,
before I was born and before labor laws about limits and
breaks were standard. I assume it's different now.
He would regularly take calls that extended his shifts,

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sometimes driving 2436 hours or more without a proper break
aside from a quick bathroom stopor grabbing fast food.
My dad has a pretty mathematicalbrain.
He's the type to make up logic puzzles out of something totally
mundane just for fun. Whenever we were driving around
town, he'd ask things like how long would it take us to get

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from home to the store if we were going 30 mph but had to
stop for 5 minutes because a family of kittens is crossing
the road. He'd come up with similar
equations for himself while driving solo, using the
odometer, mileage markers, and the time to test his speed and
refine his calculations. One night, after already driving

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a particularly long day, he noticed his eyes getting
droopier. Rolling down the window and
blasting music wasn't helping much.
It was a rainy night on a windy mountain Rd. with no shoulder to
pull over safely, so he started doing those Logic games out loud
to stay alert. He said something like, I just
passed mile marker 146, So what time will it be when I reach 200

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if I'm going 55 mph? Then he closed his eyes, took a
deep breath, and felt his head nod and jerk.
A nod jerk that woke him with a gasp.
He opened his eyes to see he wasdriving straight toward mile
marker 158, which would have sent his truck tumbling down a
random mountain ravine. He corrected the course safely,

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but it had been a matter of seconds between that reality and
certain death. He insists to this day that he
slept through 12 miles of windy Mountain Rd. going over 60 mph,
only to wake up at the very lastmoment between life and death.
The story usually ends with him tearing up and saying, I don't
know if there are angels, but I know there's something bigger

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going on in this universe than our human brains can understand.
If I hadn't woken up right when I did, you kids wouldn't be here
today. And that's something that feels
pretty close to spiritual. Story 21.
My grandfather was in the Air Force, and one night he was
driving back to his base, I think, when he saw a woman
standing on the side of the roadin a long white dress around

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2:00 AM. He circled back to see if she
needed help, but she was nowhereto be found.
He searched for about an hour before giving up and deciding to
move on. As he continued driving, he had
a strong, inexplicable feeling that he needed to switch lanes.
He had no idea why he was alone on the road in the middle of the
night. Moments later, just ahead, he

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saw a broken down truck with no hazard lights.
If he hadn't switched lanes, he would have hit it and probably
been killed. To this day, he's convinced the
woman was trying to warn him like an omen or some kind of
supernatural warning. Story 22 This actually happened
the other day on a random country Rd. in Tennessee.

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It was pitch black and the only things around were fields,
hills, and me. No houses.
Insight I was getting really tired having flown from
Washington to Atlanta the day before.
I was driving from Atlanta to northern Indiana when out of
nowhere I saw a dog in the grass.
Normally that would be fine, butit's eyes weren't reflecting my

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headlights, which made me feel immediately unsettled.
The next thing I knew, it charged at the tire of my
trailer, snarling and barking. Thank God I didn't hit it.
When I looked back, it was gone.As bad as it sounds, even if I
had hit it, I probably wouldn't have stopped.
I was in the middle of nowhere with no cell service.

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I've heard stories of people setting up ways to get drivers
to stop in the middle of nowhereto rob or hurt them.
It was midnight and I wasn't taking any chances.
Story 23 My grandfather told me a story about driving West to
east along an empty stretch of Rd. in southern South Dakota.
He stopped at a stop sign at an intersection with nothing

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insight, no buildings, no other vehicles.
Then a bright light hit him. Looking up he saw a cluster of
blinking lights. Next thing he knew he was at the
counter of a diner about an hourdown the road. 6 hours had
passed and he had no idea what had happened.
He asked the person behind the counter and the man told him he

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had just walked in about 10 minutes ago and had been quietly
drinking his coffee. When my grandfather explained
what had happened, the man simply said, Yep, that happens
around here sometimes. Nothing strange ever happened to
him again, but he avoided that area for the rest of his life.
He didn't believe in aliens and never claimed to know what

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happened, though I suspect he thought he'd been abducted, he
just never admitted it. He had told me never to share
the story with anyone, but he's been gone for years and most of
the people who knew him are gonetoo, so I figured it was OK.
Story 24. My dad has told me this story a
couple of times and each time itkind of weirds me out.

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He wasn't a trucker, but when hewas in the military one night he
and a buddy went out to get food.
About halfway down a dark Rd. they noticed a woman walking.
A woman in a red dress with black hair.
My dad and his buddy found it odd because it didn't seem safe
and it wasn't even that warm. Deep down, my dad knew stopping
would be a bad idea, so they drove by slowly to see if she

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needed help. As they passed, both of them
swore she had no face, just a black void as if she'd been in a
wreck and her face had been removed.
It freaked them out so badly that my dad floored it.
When they finally stopped to eat, they both agreed they had
seen the same thing. Later, they found out a woman
had been killed in an accident earlier that year.

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While talking about it at the diner, a stranger mentioned that
sightings of the woman were actually common.
I am not one to believe in the paranormal, but the story is
still kind of weird. Edit I want to reiterate that I
never said I believe in the paranormal.
I never said this story is true and has no scientific
explanation. I'm just sharing a story, and

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whether it resonates with you depends on who you are and what
you value. Regardless of how cliche or
silly it might sound, it's important to remember that we're
all human. When we see or hear something we
don't understand, our minds playtricks on us.
We become more paranoid and compelled to question what we
just experienced. If you're out in the woods alone

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and it's dark, hearing an unfamiliar noise, your instincts
kick in. You question your safety and
your surroundings. Because humans want answers and
reassurance that they're OK. That's just part of being human.
I don't need a scientific explanation because I'm aware
the brain does things we don't fully understand.
What I do know is that when we can't find an explanation, it

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drives us nuts and scares us. The black void my dad saw was
probably just poor lighting or the heat of the moment, his
brain filling in missing details.
Maybe the woman had her hair in front of her face, obscuring her
features. There are all sorts of
explanations that make far more sense, but in the same
circumstance, most of us would probably react the same way,

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questioning what we saw and doubting our own sanity.
Story 25. I was in rural Maine looking for
a lumber mill just before sunset.
It took hours to get there because Maine is riddled with
narrow, winding roads that try to get as close as possible to
every building in every village from US1 to the Canadian border.

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I pulled in just as the last guywas leaving.
I asked him where to park, said I'd see him in the morning, and
settled my truck in a fairly large gravel lot surrounded on
all sides by thick forest. There were no artificial lights
besides my truck and my flashlight.
After parking, I set up a lawn chair, sat back and enjoyed the

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warm night air while staring at the breathtaking night sky.
It was a rare treat, Basically no light pollution.
Then like a switch flipped, whatsounded like 50 coyotes about 60
feet away started howling like mad.
At that point I bolted back intothe truck and didn't open the
door again until sunrise. The town of West Salem, WI has

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always given me the shivers. It feels both empty and full of
people at the same time. Nothing concrete, just a sense
that something isn't quite rightin that town.
Story 26. One of my dad's stories takes
place while he was driving through Pacheco Pass in
California. He had an empty trailer and the
wind was really strong causing it to sway back and forth.

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He saw a girl walking and tried to merge lanes to avoid her when
suddenly he heard a loud bang. He thought he just hit someone
with the side of his trailer. When he finally stopped and
searched everywhere, there was nothing.
No sign of anyone and not even adent in the trailer.
The second story also happened in Pacheco Pass.

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He saw a woman wandering on the side of the road and stopped to
let her into the truck. She was dripping wet.
It wasn't raining, but there's alake next to the freeway so he
assumed she'd been swimming lateat night.
She stayed silent while he drove.
After a little while he turned to speak to her and there was no
one there. The seat was completely dry.

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I once told him to share the story at dinner with one of his
trucker buddies. When he started, his friend
interrupted. Wait, that happened to me too
and told the same story. Story 27.
This isn't something we saw, it's something we experienced.
My dad was a trucker and in the summers I would tag along with
him. One evening we were driving from

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Houston to Jacksonville and somehow got turned around on the
back roads of Louisiana. The last major town I remembered
was Troy around 1:00 AM. By almost 3:00 AM, we had no
idea where we were. We eventually came across a tiny
town. It had one broken stoplight, a
diner, an abandoned factory, anda few empty shopping centers.

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From one end to the other, it was maybe four blocks.
We were both hungry and not wanting to wait for a truck
stop, we pulled in behind the diner.
Looking back, the fact that a small town diner was open at
3:00 AM should have been a warning that something was off.
We went inside and the diner wassurprisingly nice.

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Old school, reminiscent of the 1960s.
There was a single waitress on duty and a cop eating in a
booth. We naturally got to chatting
with them. I remember that meal so clearly
because it was the first time I had grits.
They were loaded with cheese andbacon.
The cop gave us directions back to the highway and even bought
me a chocolate milk for the road.

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I can still picture the tables, composite wood covered in polka
dot contact paper. Eventually, we made it back to
civilization. Later that morning at a stop, my
dad asked about the town. Cue a lot of confused looks from
local truckers. He was sure he had the name
right, but no one had ever heardof it.
A few months later, my dad triedto drive me back through

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Louisiana to find the town again.
We never could. We're still not entirely sure
what happened if we drove through a ghost town no one
remembered, or if it was something stranger, but I
remember that night clearly. Edit I found the name, it's
Gramercy. I had spelled it wrong at first.
A search doesn't show any dinersnearby, but it's possible it's

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closed now. The abandoned factory was
actually a sugar mill. My dad has a terrible memory so
it's likely he mispronounced thename to the other truckers,
which is why no one knew what hewas talking about.
Mystery solved story 28 ex long haul trucker here.
I wasn't on the road for very long so I don't have any Route
66 ghost stories, but one night in particular has stuck with me.

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I was driving E through Montana and my company had miscalculated
my mileage, so I requested an emergency fuel stop.
I got approval for the nearest gas station, but it wasn't
exactly close. I turned off the main highway
and headed toward the stop. It was pitch black, no moon, no
city lights, and I hadn't seen headlights for about an hour.

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As I cruised down the highway, Isaw something in the middle of
the road at the far edge of my headlights.
I naturally slowed down as I approached it.
When I got close enough to pass,I caught one good glance and
slammed on my brakes right in the middle of the highway.
All I could think was what the hell did I just see?
I backed up slowly, keeping an eye on its red silhouette in my

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brake lights. I put on my jacket, grabbed my
flashlight, and cautiously hopped out.
I walked to the back of my trailer and shone my light on
it, and there was something large and twisted lay in the
middle of the road. I froze, jaw-dropping.
I didn't know what I was lookingat.
I just stood there in the middleof the highway in the cold

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stagnant air. The only sound was the hum of my
truck 50 feet back. There was no fur, no clothing,
just a fully intact bones attached by ligaments.
I debated calling the police. The rib cage was big enough to
be someone my size, but my phonehad zero service and the nearest
town was 50 miles away. Handful of coyotes were staring

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at me. They started trotting through
the fence in my direction. I figured this was the part
where I got back in the truck before things got worse, so I
did and continued on my way. To this day, I still don't know
if it was human or animal or exactly what had happened.
I convinced myself it was probably a deer hit by another
truck at highway speeds, something that could do

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significant damage. Paranormal.
Not at all creepy. Absolutely.
Story 29 Way back in the day I was on a trip to Marquette, MI
driving a one ton truck hauling a 20 foot enclosed trailer.
It was about two or three in theafternoon.
My route had a few pickups from the lower half of the state that

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needed to go north. As I was heading toward
Grayling, I noticed the light outside was strangely off.
It gave me one of those gut feelings that tells you
something isn't right. I pulled off at the next service
station to investigate further. I noticed that the sky, which
had been overcast all day, had an almost perfectly round giant

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hole or tunnel in it. If you've ever seen fall streak
holes or punch clouds, it's similar to that.
The hole looked like it stretched upward for at least
15,000 feet, opening to clear blue skies above.
The odd light I had noticed camefrom a mix of green and orange
hues, framed by the dark storm clouds that formed the outer

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ring of the hole. It looked like other weather was
moving in, but the forecast had only called for regular rain
earlier. I don't ignore gut feelings, so
I quickly checked into a dive motel and parked my truck
against the building to shield it from the wind.
About 15 minutes later, a tornado and some other chaotic
weather blew through just a bit north of my location.

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Later, I found out from CB traffic that several trucks had
been blown off the road. I did some quick figuring and
realized I would likely have been directly in its path if I
hadn't stopped the next day. As I made my way north, it was
surreal seeing the downed trees and damage from where the storm
had passed. Story 30 Not sure if I've shared

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this before but this is my dad'sstory to give some context.
He's ex British Army practical, not scared of much.
He became a lorry driver around 1975, not long after he started.
This happened around 5:00 in themorning on a summer's day.
It was a bit misty, like early mornings can be, but bright
enough to see clearly. He was heading out of London on

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the A3 driving his lorry went upahead.
He saw a young woman, probably in her early 20s, standing by
the side of the road in a long blue dress.
This must have been before the AThree was fully dueled and
before all the barriers were putup.
Dad saw her and assumed she was waiting for a ride to work.
Just as he was about to drive past, she suddenly jumped in

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front of his lorry. He slammed on the brakes
immediately convinced he had hither, but he didn't feel a bang.
Where else could she have gone? A couple of cars stopped to see
what was happening. Dad shakily explained the
situation and the drivers kindlyoffered to stay while he checked
under the lorry. He looked and she was gone.

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The other drivers looked too, but there was nothing.
No body, no blood, no sign that anyone had been there.
Everyone freaked out a bit and agreed that leaving as quickly
as possible was the best idea. Dad could never explain it.
He knew she had been there and he knew he hit her.
Or at least he should have. He spent the rest of his driving

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career avoiding that stretch of the A3.
Story 31. I used to drive all over the
states for fun during the summers.
Teens, twenties, 30s and man, I have seen some odd things.
I remember driving through the Northwest, California, Colorado,
Oregon, and so on right after Mount Saint Helens erupted.
That was incredible. Miles and miles of dust, ash and

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mud slides. The devastation and desolation
left behind were utterly unbelievable at times.
One time I drove from Raleigh toSan Antonio in one shot.
I had become convinced I was being followed by a trucker with
I'll intent, and by the time he finally fell back I was too
close to San Antonio to quit. That was a long 27 hour drive.

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Once while driving to Connecticut somewhere in Georgia
I could have sworn I saw almost 100 UFOs land alongside the
highway around 3:00 AM. It must have been some sort of
optical illusion, but damn it freaked me out.
The scariest was driving to Houston one night when it got so
foggy you could not see 20 feet ahead and people were still

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speeding past me. In one particular spot.
I had four or five cars fly by me and one minute later I almost
rear-ended someone's overturned trailer that they apparently
dragged along for quite a while,throwing all types of household
crap all over the road. That was only weird because
except for the cars that went by, I didn't see a soul out
there before or after. And it's 60 mph.

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That stuff can come up on you fast when you can barely see on
the highway. I about pissed myself.
I almost forgot one time drivingthrough Nevada in the middle of
the night, I started to see black spots all over the road
that kept getting denser and denser.
Over about 20 to 30 minutes around midnight it sounded like
I was running over thousands of pine cones.

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I was a little weirded out because I swear they were moving
but I wasn't sure at the time. I stopped at the next gas
station and found out there was some kind of tarantula migration
going on, something I had never heard of before or since.
I must have driven over 1000 easy.
I had never seen so many spidersin my life, on or off the road.

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Story 32 I used to deliver vehicles that people purchased
online or from other states. They would pay for my bus ticket
to get there, cover all the fuelcosts, and even plan out a
predetermined route for me to follow.
Every time I stopped for fuel I had to call in and report my
location and how much I spent. I even had to keep track of the

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miles from when I picked up the vehicle to the drop off point.
I jumped on a bus in Texas and went to Corona, NM to pick up a
Nissan Altima which I was driving up to Kansas City, KS
just outside Mineola, Kansas right off Hwy. 54.
It was about two AMI was drivingalong with the windows down
enjoying the cool night radio off just cruising.

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Suddenly I saw a deer jump into the road and I swerved to miss
it, ending up in the ditch. When I got out to check the car
and tires, I heard a blood curdling scream that pierced the
silence of the night. It sounded like a woman
screaming. I looked around but didn't see
any deer people or movement as far as I could see with my
flashlight. I got back in the car and

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thought screw this and drove off.
When I reached the nearest gas station, I called the person and
told them what happened, assuring them the car was fine,
no scratches, flats, or damage. I ended up delivering the car
safely, but I never went back down that highway again.
Story 33 I'm not a trucker, but I am a delivery driver.
I've seen plenty of weird stuff on the road, mostly people, but

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the weirdest encounter I had happened off duty.
It was on my way back from a show in Virginia to Buffalo, NY.
I had four guys with me and a truck full of speaker equipment.
I was driving through Pennsylvania on the crazy 219
three 2280 route, probably near Dubois or Clearfield.
If you don't know the route, it's a mix of highways and local

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country roads. Roads where you're driving 65
mph but still in the middle of nowhere.
It was late, maybe midnight or 1:00 AM, and only another guy in
the back seat and I were awake. I was driving with houses on my
right and woods on my left, deepin a heavily wooded area.
There were no St. lights, so it was pitch black except for my

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headlights. Then I saw it.
An enormous figure swoop over the car about 10 feet up in the
headlights. I caught enough to see that it
looked like a bat. A brown hairy body, but the
wings and overall size were massive.
It wasn't like a bird, it was more like a giant bat or a
flying dog if the dog were a mastiff with short hair and the

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eyes were red. I saw it and my brain registered
it, but as I looked around, I couldn't see any more.
It was gone fast enough. Then I heard my cousin's voice,
calm from the back seat. I saw it too.
I got a chill and kept driving. We didn't speak of it again
until we got home. Later.
One of my friends told me it wasprobably the Mothman, and I'd

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have to say that might be the closest explanation.
I saw something that definitely wasn't a bird, and my cousin saw
it too. Now whenever I drive through the
no man's land of Pennsylvania, Ikeep an eye out for whatever the
hell that thing was. Story 34.
This place is part of the original Eisenhower Hwy. project
and is built in a very unusual way.

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The rest area sits somewhat beneath the freeway instead of
alongside it. There are only about 5 parking
spots for trucks, but they're more like indentations into the
tree line rather than proper spots.
You end up parking partially on pavement and partially in brush.
The truck parking is located roughly 1/4 mile from the actual
bathrooms. I stopped here during training.

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It took me almost my full 30 minutes to get parked because my
trailer stuck out into the road.The only lights at 3:00 AM in
the Rockies were my running lights, so I prayed they were
enough to keep someone from running into the back of me.
Getting out of the truck involved wading through the
surrounding brush and onto the road.
Once there, I was in awe. I'd never seen the Milky Way so

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clearly, and I'd never been so compelled to take a dump.
I had no bearings and headed toward the car parking.
Since Google Maps showed a building behind the tree line
that bordered the lot, I couldn't see what was in the
cars, but I could intermittentlysee them shake, letting me know
I wasn't alone. Doing my best fearless horror
movie white girl impersonation, I started moving toward the tree

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line. Before I could see the building,
I heard the sound of rolling water from behind the trees.
Immediately, images of my body floating down the Colorado River
after Jason ambushes me flashed through my mind.
Past the cars, the first light appeared beyond the trees and
around a building as I descendedsteps toward the light.
Signs were posted along the way,memorializing the construction

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of this rest area in the 1950s. They would have been worth
reading had the roar of the Colorado not grown louder with
each step, providing perfect cover for anyone who might wish
to sneak up on me. Rounding the corner, I rushed
into the bathroom, trying to escape the impending sense of
doom. It quickly became clear that
this place had not been cleaned since the 1950s.

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Opening the first stall revealeda Jackson Pollock on porcelain.
The second stall was no better. I was forced to eyeball the
sinks, trying to figure out their load bearing capacity.
At the door of the final stall, I prayed for either a clean
toilet or a swift death, and thankfully got the former.
Like most stories, though, therewasn't a completely happy

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ending. No toilet paper.
After overcoming the paper shortage of I-70, I cleaned up
and walked out the bathroom door.
Standing there was another man. The heck?
We both nearly crapped ourselves.
I'm so sorry, Was all he said ashe scurried off.
Not waiting for the other shoe to drop, I ran back to my truck.

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I wasn't sure if he had been there to use the bathroom or was
looking for a quick rest stop encounter, but I was just
relieved to have survived the creepiest thing that had ever
happened to me on the road. Story 35 This actually happened
last night and it kind of freaked me out.
I'm not a trucker, but I was driving home after a long night
of work when I saw a cop car turn and fall in behind me on

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the highway. I slowed down a bit even though
I wasn't speeding because that'smy natural reaction when I see a
cop. Anyway, he stayed behind me and
I was watching him in my rearview mirror.
Then when I looked back at the road ahead, the same cop car had
just appeared in front of me. I looked back again.
There was no other car behind me.
His license plate said K9, so I knew it was a cop.

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There was no passing lane, and he had been a ways behind me, so
there was no way he could have passed that quickly.
When he was in front of me, he turned on his blinker to make a
left turn. I went into the bypass lane and
glanced at him through the window, and I kid you not, he
didn't have a face. Somehow we made eye contact but
it was just a black silhouette, nothing else.

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This wasn't just a man of color,it was something else.
I've seen videos about men in black and other paranormal
encounters and this was my teleportation slash paranormal
alien experience. Thank you for watching.
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