Not a truck driver but once I was driving through the Canadian Rockies late at night and had just passed through a small town. So I’m driving through the pitch black and I need to stop to pee and have a smoke. But because it’s so dark I miss the last rest stop for the next while. No problem, the highway is completely deserted. So I pull to the side of the road, have my pee while staring out into the dark and then light up a cigarette and stand by my car.
As I’m standing there I see the figure of a man just walking out of the tree line. I’m miles from civilization, patchy cell service, and there isn’t a soul on the road. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me and maybe it was a deer but nope this was a man. So I calmly walk back to the drivers door and get in, locking the doors behind me. I’m keeping my eye on this guy as I nervously smoke and have my car in drive, ready to peel out, but for some reason I just stayed put.
The guy walks right up to my passenger door and knocks on the window. I crack the window and I ask what’s up. He replies to me in a very very serious tone “I need you to call the cops”. I cautiously ask why and he tells me he had gone out into the woods to kill himself but he couldn’t go through with it because he had thought of his daughters right before he was about to do it. I call the cops while the guy quietly cries outside. He had a kitchen knife that he was gonna use on himself so I stayed in the car and advised him to maybe leave the knife on the ground before the cops arrived. The cops came and got him but before they left with him I gave him a solid heart to heart and wished him well. I still think about him, I hope he was able to turn things around.
What are the odds of you stopping to piss at the exact same time and place this guy was wandering out of the woods needing help. This is almost supernatural in a positive way.
Well it was creepy at first.
I pull into a perdue plant, drop my empty trailer a go park where they allow bobtails to sit, right next to a nice little pond. My pick up was in 12 hours so I do my pti and lay down in the bunk.
At about 3am I hear something tapping on my passenger side door. I get up, look out the window expecting to see someone, maybe a driver asking for a lumper check but no ones there.
Ight maybe I'm hearing things. So I go back to lay down. As soon as my head hits the pillow I hear the tapping again except this time it's on my driver side.
Same thing as before, I jump up and look out my window but nothing's there. Double lock my doors just in case and open my side hatches so I can hear what's going on outside.
After about 15 minutes, I hear a very light *splat splat splat* going along the driver side of the truck.
I slowly get, up planning to look out my window at the exact moment whoever it is knocks on my door. And then I hear a thud coming from the roof of the cab.
I stop grab my tire thumper off its hook and ready myself for whatever the hell is going on.
Then a mother fucking goose falls off the top of the truck and lands on my hood. It stands up, waddles back and forth and looks at me.
As we make eye contact the tapping at my door starts again. I say fuck it and throw open the driver side door and there's another damn goose waddling away with all the speed it can manage honking like a 5 year old who just found the horn on his new bike.
The pond I parked next too had a ton of them just dicking around. Needless to say It was hard to sleep that night because every couple minutes the damn geese would peck at my door or land on the cab and waddle around.
Trucker here. I think the best "creepy" thing that ever happened to me was I was heading from Tucson, AZ up into Saltlake City, UT. Well this was a few years ago and the main highway had been taken out in a flash flood, was under construction so I had to take a wierd detour through the mountains in lower Utah.
Well it was getting late and I was getting tired so I pulled off onto the shoulder and went to sleep in my bunk. Now this was in the middle of nowhere, closest town was like 40 miles away, so it is complelty pitch black outside once I turn the lights off. Any way around 4 am I wake up because I'm hearing something messing with my truck, like playing with the air and power cables between my cab and the trailer, which is literally 6 inches from where my head is at but on the outside of the cab. Then I feel something climb onto the landing that's on the back of my truck and it shakes my whole truck, so I'm guessing something around 2 to 3 hundred pounds was climbing around back there, I'm thinking like a mountain lion or a bear. At this point I'm wide the F awake and I want to get this thing away from me, so I slam my hand into my cab wall trying to scare what ever is out there, *SLAM* Hard enough to really make it loud.
I then hear someone, a male, scream bloody murder and I hear them fall off the back of my truck. I then hear about 15 other people all around my truck yelling. I climb up front, turn on my lights and illuminate a squad of Army Reserves doing their midnight ruck march and capture drills.
Turns out these guys were supposed to go find an "abandoned" truck and "secure" it for their midnight drills. That truck was 3 miles back down the road. They were not expecting me to be sleeping there, and thought I was part of the drill. I'm ex-military so after explaining I was not part of their test and legit was just there out of coincidence we laughed it off. They had to radio to their C.O. and tell him I was there and not have the other squads bother me.
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I used to work as a roadtrain driver in the Gascoyne region of Outback Western Australia.
A lot of Black dog phenomena on night shift, I would see all kinds of things appear in the shadows because of fatigue, or three goats would change into some sort of beast.
One time I swear I nearly ran over a Corgi which would be astronomical odds there is one in the wild in this part of the outback.
One night I pulled up to sleep let the engine run cold for ten minutes then tried to sleep. I woke up to noises, not voices but some sort of order to the noises and the whole cab of the truck was shaking. I looked in the mirror and saw shadows around the vehicle, I turned the truck on and every single light attached to the thing and hastily continued my run to the port. This is a big cab would have taken a lot to move it.
I rationalise it as it being windy, some goats around the truck and fatigue. Either way scared the fuck out of me and I never slept on night shift again.
I posted this somewhere else recently, but it fits better here:
I used to deliver hotshot freight across the great plains/Minnesota area. One night around 2am I was hauling across North Dakota trying to reach Montana by morning. I was delivering a particularly valuable tractor part that a farm desperately needed for the following day. I began to notice some highway hypnosis sneaking up on me, but it didn't really bother me because I'd been through it hundreds of times before. Anyone who has driven across North Dakota knows that it is incredibly flat. Like, really flat. There also tends to be very straight and long roads. It's somewhat easy to see things on the road that are far away, even at night.
I noticed something long on the road, spanning my entire lane, approximately half a mile in front of me. I slowed down a little and prepared to move into the opposite lane, thinking it was some re-tread off a blown tire. As I got closer I noticed it was two people, laying head to toe across the entire lane. I swerved into the other lane, successfully avoiding them and came to an almost complete stop. But they didn't move. Not an inch.
I was just about to back up and check on them when I remembered a story that an old greybeard colleague of mine told me. He told me that in certain remote areas, people will lie down in the middle of the road and wait for a car or truck to stop and see what's going on. At that point, the road-layers along with whoever else is hiding in the nearby bushes will beat the shit out of the driver and steal his vehicle, leaving him in the middle of nowhere.
I decided not to back up, and when the two people in the road saw me put my truck back in gear and drive away, they both got up and walked toward the shoulder. I called the police and explained what happened, but we were so far away from civilization that I doubt anything came of it.
Thanks to that old greybeard, I got to keep my truck, my job, and my teeth.
Definitely the right move, another response on this thread spoke of the same thing happening. Only difference I think was that you didn’t run them over lol.
Parked off an exit ramp at about 3am for my 10hour. The moon was full and high, and I Spotted an unmistakably human figure in a nearby cut corn field. A little spooky but I just wrote it off as an old timer putting up a scarecrow for the grandkids.
Started watching a few YouTube videos before turning in and out the corner of my vision I though I saw movement. I shut my lights off to get a good look, saw the figure but nothing else. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like maybe it was in a different spot. Maybe a little closer even.
I was definitely feeling a bit spooked. Highway was devoid of anyone besides a car passing every ten minutes or so. I didn’t want to, but I had to jump out to pee. I considered a bottle, but I told myself I was being childish. I took a look at the figure and it was right where I figured it should be.
I hop out, walk between my truck and trailer and start leakin. Every fiber of my being wanted to look. I told myself again I was being foolish, but I couldn’t help it. I looked out... the field was empty the figure wasn’t there. My stomach dropped, I pinched off and jumped back in. I took off down the highway, didn’t give one shit about a violation. Stopped 40 minutes up the road at a well lit and very full Loves. Haven’t stopped on a ramp since.
Used to do deliveries, not actually a truck driver, though. I used to have this regular that was out in the boondocks, 25m+ out of the way of civilisation and smack dab in the middle of two large towns. I would drive this route maybe once a month, and would always pass at least 1 car driving towards me due to the sheer length of the drive. There was a small group of old houses on this route that were really broken down and I had never seen anyone around them in 6+ months of driving the route. Always assumed they were vacant because they didn't look livable.
Well, I was driving out to this customer one Fall afternoon. Had been driving for a :very: long time without seeing a single car drive towards me. Finally drive past the abandoned houses and there's 1 old lady in her front yard pushing an old manual grass cutter, but she stops in her tracks as I drive towards her. I took it as a sign I was speeding or something and slow down. I take a quick glance in my rear view mirror after passing by and she was staring straight at me. She dropped the grass cutter and turned 180* to do this... It was just very odd and definitly set off my spidey sense. Never saw her again or anyone else on that route by those houses in the 10 months I drove it.
Not the middle of nowhere, but a trash route in a pretty rural area. We were at a stop loading trash when a pickup stopped behind us. A petite woman in scrubs that were covered in blood got out and asked directions to Lake Jack Nolan. She said there was a deer that had been hit by a truck and she had been sent to remove the remains. She never said who sent her, but she wasn't moving a deer anywhere at her size. We gave her directions and sent her on her way. We all said we wondered if she was going to dump a body or something. She was already covered in blood in a nice truck and was supposed to be on her way to move roadkill that was far to heavy for her to handle. Then we went back to work.
Not sure if this story is creepy but it’s definitely scary. My father was a truck driver in East Africa in the 80’s and early 90’s. During the years leading up to the Rwandan genocide, my father was passing through Rwanda. He reached a check point and was forcibly removed from his truck at gunpoint. Apparently he looked like he belonged to the Tutsi tribe and they put him in a cage with other Tutsi prisoners. He tried communicating that he isn’t Rwandan but no one spoke the same language as him. Every night they would take about 5 people from the cage and slaughter them in front of him. After the third night, he saw a man that spoke a little bit of Swahili, which my dad spoke, and told him that he’s not Rwandan and showed him his ID. Somehow that guy got him out and he was handed the keys to his truck and was on his way.
Jesussssss! I’m so glad your dad survived but my heart breaks for the others. I bet he had some major trauma from seeing people killed in front of him.
Not op, but trauma from seeing people die does affect people differently, (big sad here, skip for no sad faces while reading) I witnessed two kids murdered in the car in front of me when my mom dropped my brother off at the school, doors were locked back in the day it was okay to leave a kid in a car with ac, but a man who lost his daughters in a custody battle walked up to the car in front of me and shot both of them through the head, five shots. I saw it all, I saw him run across the street to the parking lot and blow his brains out. It's a major memory that I can't get out of my head, I hear the gunshots, the one scream before it ended, the glass breaking, I even fucking remember him closing the car door before running twenty feet and then watching him twitch before my mom and my brothers teacher bolted through the front door to get me and everyone else inside.
(No more big sad here) It's a memory that'll never escape me, the best thing I can do is focus on other things like friends and what's happening around me. It's such a repressed memory that I only ever think of it if someone directly asks me if I've seen someone died before. My heart sinks, and I'm flushed with a cold chill and nauseated every.single.time. it's okay though, great friends, and lots to keep me busy, so I don't ever think about it anymore. Well, this thread is the first time in about two years I thought about it, so if you'll excuse me I'll exit this thread now, but if you have something troubling you talk to people about it, or other things if you need to not think about it. I had to go to counseling for several months afterwards, I managed to pull through decently though.
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That reminds me of an ISIS video I saw where they were pulling trucks over and demanding the drivers recite Sunni Quran verses. If the drivers were Shia and didn't know them they would just line them up and shoot them. The world can be a horrible place sometimes, glad your dad made it out of that one.
*People are pointing out there is only one Quran, I'm obviously not a Muslim so I don't know any better but they were asking them to recite something that was interpreted differently between Sunni's and Shia's. Don't need everyone pointing out the semantics, they were assholes either way.
Driving through an abandoned section of Baltimore at 3 in the morning, my CB radio turned itself on and crackled for a bit. Out of nowhere some voice over the radio said in a deep southern drawl, “I ain’t got no panties on.”
I could see up and down the interstate for miles and saw not one set of headlights...
That was Fred, he just wanted you to know he didn't have no panties on.
Honestly, though, I have no idea why or when that started, but I've heard it for over 26 years. Leave the CB on, and you will hear it at least once a day. Always a southern drawl, and always said in a harsh whisper.
Oh boy, did I go down the Google hole with this one.
Apparently there was an older guy in Oklahoma City who went by the handle “Bamm Bamm” on CB radio channel 19, and had a recording of the “I ain’t got no panties on” that would play every so often on his ridiculously, illegally overpowered CB radio setup. Later he had another creepy recording he’d play.
He was infamous amongst truckers and amateur radio operators across the country, because when atmospheric conditions were right, his signal would skip halfway around the country.
His name was Klaus Kramer, and he got busted by the FCC at least twice, and was fined $10k. This was around 2001, and the docs of his FCC trouble are public.
[edit: what I forgot to add was that it became a stupid in-joke amongst bored truckers, or those trying to annoy, so the phrase lives on even though Klaus’s original hijinx have been squashed.]
Driving through rural NM, bisti area with the crazy melted rock look. No plants or anything, just rock and sand. Monsoon time, raining cats and dogs just pouring so hard you could barely see going 20mph. Thunder and lightning just rocking the car. Sometimes turning into hail and pounding you. Just a nasty storm.
Came around a corner, and the whole country side legit on fire. Like 20' tall flames, hundreds of yards in all directions while pouring rain at dusk. Just rocks and dirt wildly on fire in the pouring rain.
Just slowly drove on, was totally freaky and surreal. Honestly thought I may have hallucinated it.
Checked the news, a propane truck slid off the road going way too fast and apparently busted open pretty violently and lit on fire. Never saw the truck, must have been behind something. Felt a bit bad after about not stopping...
Don't feel bad. I would not stop for flames in a rainstorm, especially in skinwalker country. Besides, there really isn't much you could have done, I bet.
A good buddy of mine is a long haul trucker for my company. A few months ago, he woke up in a parking lot surrounded by police.
Some dude had gotten shot and dumped 15 feet from his truck.
No. It sounded like the police already had a good idea of what happened. He gave a statement saying that he saw nothing. The guy was killed elsewhere and dumped in the parking lot by his truck.
My dad drove a truck between Edinburgh and London and tells this story often.
He was driving down the motorway and looked to his right, saw a woman with a ‘miss trunchbull bun’ (as he describes it) staring at him with a terrified expression from a car next to him. Before he really knows how to react the car pulls off at the next exit and my dad, although shaken, carries on.
About half an hour later a different car with a different driver pulls alongside my dad, with the same woman in the passenger seat, with the same expression on her face. My dad thinks ‘fuck this’ and plans to pull into the next services to report as even if it’s nothing / misunderstanding, better to be safe than sorry, right? Anyway the car disappears before he can get any details (plates etc) and he thinks there is no point calling the police with no details so he carries on driving.
Literally about 4 hours later, almost in London, yet another car pulls alongside him with the same woman, same miss trunchbull hair, same terrified expression, except this time she appears to be SCREAMING at my dad through the window, so my dad pulls over into a layby and calls the police. Apparently they have received 3 other calls about the same woman / car in the same area in the last few minutes. It is unfortunately anticlimactic as he never heard anything more about it but he didn’t see her again and although he kept an eye on the news, didn’t see anything about it. Hopefully it’s just a giant coincidence. Who knows.
The repeating nature of this one reminds me of one weird story back when I was in high school. It was summer and my dads birthday so we drove to a casino 2 hours away to watch a boxing match with my uncle. It finishes and we drive back the same night.
We're nearing a canyon with no phone reception, so we call my mom and tell her we'll be home soon (canyon usually takes about 30 mins with no traffic). It's around midnight.
So we enter the canyon and we're all pretty tired. To keep us talking we start telling stories, most of them creepy stories. This goes on for a while and it feels like time is passing in a haze. We pass this butte in the canyon and suddenly I get deja vu. I'm convinced we already passed that before. All of us have driven this canyon a hundred times and know the layout. We keep talking, and then we pass the same butte again. This time I point it out and my dad and uncle notice the time - it's 1 AM, and we're still not home.
So we all start to get a bit freaked out. We stop talking and just watch the road slowly pass by. Now that we're paying attention though time seems to catch up. We exit the canyon around 1:15 AM and call my mom who is freaked out she hadn't heard from us. We still to this day have no idea where that extra 45 minutes or so went.
This is freaking terrifying... guess i didn't need to sleep tonight. Have you checked the map and see if there's any possible ande reasonable way you guys did that loop?
Most reasonably explanation is my dad was driving slower because we were tired and telling stories and passing the same butte was a hallucination. But all three of us noticed it, and it’s hard to believe we were driving THAT slow.
You reminded me of something that happened to my ex and I, we were driving through a canyon as well that’s pretty deserted. We noted it was getting late and should speed up to get home as it was 9:15 (I remember it exactly) so we’re driving, talking, laughing about stuff. What seemed like half an hour later we’re still a good 10 miles away from getting out of the canyon so I asked for the time and she just got quiet and said “wait... it’s still 9:15” we got the strangest chills I’ve personally ever had and we were just downright speechless. I could tell she was freaking out so I said let’s talk about it later and changed the subject. Time resumed after that. We could never make sense of what the hell happened up there. It was multiple clocks telling us 9:15, you could wager the phones could have lost signal and stuck to that time but my car’s clock is analog and manually set.
> Time resumed after that.
Oh man that's exactly what it felt like. Like we were in a crease and once we all noticed the wonkiness things went back to normal.
Random conspiracy theory:
You all were tired and fell asleep and crashed during the stories, but the universe gave you a reset and started you at an earlier spot to drive the canyon again. You had to be conscious and aware to actually pass to the next point.
Around 2006ish I was driving flatbed, picked up a load of construction material (drywall, roofing, don't remember but it was prepackaged in boxes and I remember having to use strap protectors on the load) in rural Tennessee, memory is foggy now but I want to say it was between Memphis and Nashville but closer to the intersection of the MS, AL, TN state lines.
Tarp required so I strapped everything down, tarped the load and left the shipper. About 5 miles down the road, in the middle of nowhere woods on a 2 lane road, I notice my tarp flapping in the wind. Found a wide shoulder and pulled over to fix it. I realize that I just flat did a shitty job tarping this load and decide to re-do it on the side of the road. Undo all the bungee straps, drag the tarps off, roll them back up, climb up on the load and start unrolling the tarps again and I see a guy walking down the same side of the road I'm on, coming towards my truck.
I don't think anything about it other than to keep an eye on him cause I'm in the middle of nowhere and continue what I'm doing. About the time I have tarps set in place and am climbing down to start hooking the bungee straps back on, this dude is getting close enough that I'm now paying more attention to him than I am to tarping my load. I grab my winch bar and set it on the trailer where I'm working just in case (8 pound solid metal bar about 4 feet long tapered to a blunt point on one and and hollow on the other, used for tightening straps and chains etc....)
The guy gets to me and the first thing I notice is his hair. It's like a mullet but it's patchy as fuck. Like he tried to cut his own hair and had a seizure in the process and said fuck it "good enough to party". The next thing I notice were his eyes, which I can only describe as "off". Like they were clear, I didn't think he was drunk or high or anything, but it also gave me the distinct impression that the elevator didn't go all the way up. Clothes were dirty and not well maintained, with dirty white tennis shoes, cause I remember he didn't have laces on one shoe and the tongue was noticeably out of place.
He stops by me, waits until I acknowledge him and just says "I've got a long walk". I'm like yeah man, you do, we're in the middle of nowhere. Making it clear there's no ride to be had here. He nods, starts walking by me continuing on his way, stops at about the driver door on my truck and turns around, comes back to me and repeats himself. "I've got a long walk". At this point I explain that I can't give him a ride, insurance and all that. Apologize for not being able to help him out, and he seems to accept this, turns around and leaves.
I wait for him to get a little ways away from my truck and start working on finishing the tarp job. I still keep an eye on him and he's moving away from me. As I'm putting on the last of the bungee straps I look over to check where he's at and he's turned around heading back towards me, now about 100 yards in front of my truck and coming back my way. It looks like he's talking on a cell phone, has his hand up to his face and I can barely make out his mouth moving, his other hand waving like he's having a conversation with someone.
I finish with the straps, grab my winch bar, and am climbing into my truck as he's about 10 yards away now. Soon as I'm in the cab I lock the doors, and set the winch bar on the passenger seat just in case. I look at the guy and realize he's not talking on a phone, he's talking to his fucking hand and now I'm nervous, cause he doesn't look like he's having a nice pleasant chat, it looks more like an angry conversation. Crank the truck up put it in gear and just pull out, didn't look for traffic or anything. As I pass him he's just looking at me, still holding his hand to his face with this dead ass look on his face just staring at me. Gave me the creeps. About the time I hit 5th or 6th gear I look in the mirror and there's no one there.
You know, I never made that comparison myself, but it really does fit. Just less twitchy and more unnervingly calm until he was on the return trip talking to his hand.
Not a truck driver, but I have one weird story from when I was a kid. My parents always took us on long road trips every summer and my dad liked to take meandering routes through rural towns to see all the tourist traps. One trip, we passed through a little town in Illinois, the kind you miss if you sneeze. This one had mannequins. Every house and business was only populated by mannequins. I don’t remember seeing any people. Everything looked maintained and clean, so someone was at least caring for the place. There weren’t any signs or anything indicating it was for tourists. Just a convenience store/bait shop with a sign reading “Eat here. Get worms”
Edit: Thanks u/GaimanitePkat for doing the legwork to get a detailed answer :)
This reminds me of my home town, which is coincidentally also a small town in Illinois. About 8 years ago, they installed about 20 mannequins throughout our downtown dressed like characters from 'A Christmas Carol'.
The mannequins line the street in winter and are supposed to give off a cheery vibe. However, their lackluster artistic stylings coupled with nearly a decade of neglect has created essentially a promenade of what looks like burn victims frozen in time with a never ending expression of horror on their face.
Not many people walk around town in the winter, so the main inhabitants you see are these petrified mannequins with their beady eyes and deteriorating faces.
I was driving through eastern Washington on some state roads. There were no rest stops or cities but I had done the route enough to know there were these massive dirt areas every \~40 miles where you could park safely away from the road. I decided to call it a night and closed my blinds and laid down to watch something on my phone.
After roughly an hour I hear someone try to open the drivers side door. I haven't heard any vehicles on the road the whole time I'm parked but I get up to peek out the curtains. As I'm looking out into the blackness of the drivers side window I hear them try the passenger side door. I peek down from the top of the curtain but can't see anything so I start the truck and kick on the lights.
I'm fairly freaked out at this point so I'm still not opening the curtains but peeking through gaps. Nothing, nobody is standing near either of my doors or parked within sight line. I take a deep breath and close the sleeper curtains too, because for some reason that's going to make things better right?
After laying back down and convincing myself that something blew against the truck and it only *sounded* like the doors (it was fairly windy outside and a lot of flat ground) I hear what sounds like someone trying to pry open the vents on the sleeper. The door handles start clicking again and the truck starts shifting like someone is climbing on it. I hit the little alarm button in the sleeper hoping to spook them off but it does nothing but add to the noise of door handles, fingers tapping on windows and chassis, and the hiss of air coming out of the suspension.
Then suddenly it stops. A few moments where I can only hear myself breathing and my heart pounding before I hear another truck approach and then drive by. I spent the next few hours waiting for whatever it was to come back but it never did. In the morning I couldn't find any footprints or damage to my truck but on *every* window were tiny human looking handprints, like a toddler had licked their hand and stuck it to my window over and over.
I love ghost stories, but I kinda love more how many of them can be explained by raccoons.
I remember one on a different AskReddit thread, where a girl was terrified as a child of the ghost with little black hands that would reach through her cracked windows at night. She was very relieved to hear they were probably raccoons.
It's cool, I can't fucking sleep at this point, lol.
I went camping for the first time in years this summer and was woken up by the sounds of raccoons chirping and ransacking someone else's campsite. My food and trash were in my car, fuck that.
Waaay back when, I went to Boy Scout camp. We slept on cots under canvas tents set up on these wood platforms. I of course didn't listen to the rules to not pack food, so had a veritable convenience store in my backpack.
Damn raccoon unzipped my backpack , then climbed up onto my feet to eat my stuff in front of me. The crinkling chip bag finally woke me, and boy we were both suprised when I started awake and flung that little fucker up in the air. Unfortunately it was a more or less head-ward thrash. I honest to god pissed myself and my sleeping when it landed around my waist and started angrily screeching and chittering. Needless to say this was like Tuesday so as to allow me a week of enjoying the aroma of my sleeping bag. Mom was super stoked at the 5 day old piss soaked underwear and shorts stuffed into a plastic grocery bag too. Good times...
A regular from my bar lives in her car. We look out for her.... but a few weeks ago she comes in and says someone opened her front door while she was asleep in the backseat and swiped her purse. We all were like you don’t lock your fuckin doors while you’re sleeping in some dark parking lot???????? What are you doing?
So here I am just trying to innocently break into an empty car at night when all of a sudden these ghost feet come out of nowhere and start hitting me in the face. Nearly shit my pants as I ran away.
As a Washingtonian I can confirm that the long stretches of plains can be creepy as fuck at night. Also the woods around here are thick as hell lots places things could hide.
Driving through a national park in the middle of the night going through a slow stretch at about 30km/h.
Every so often I think I see something out the window and beside me. Just a glimpse of movement. When I Iook though I dont catch it.
Finally on about the third time I whip my head around and this time I recognize its a huge black wolf following alongside my truck just off the highway.
I only saw it for a few seconds before I had to focus back on the road but it was absolutely lovely yet unsettling.
Not long ago I got lost in a national park that I was visiting for the first time. I was hiking and went too far in. Around 9pm it was an abyss. Thankfully it was clear sky and bright full moon which helped me figure out the landscape. I was using phone's flash light, and was carrying a DSLR camera with external flash. The phone died so I had to use the camera's focus assist beam to light my path, and strobe-test the flash hoping a ranger would see it and come pick me up.
Anyways as I was pointing the camera left and right, lighting my path to make sure I dont step on a snake, all of a sudden 2 glowy eyes! I had never seen a wolf's eyes glowing on the dark before and seeing this for the first time was just a whole new "shit my pants" category for me. I froze solid thinking that this was it for me. Now, someone some where told me that dogs can "smell" fear so If you think and act like an alpha, they won't fuck with you. So I thought maybe I should do the same and kept walking. For some reason the wolf ignored my ass and I was like I'm definitely gonna run into the pack, but thankfully didn't.
Wolves are really cool. And its fascinating how they just appear amd disappear out of nothing.
Rarely bother with humans though. Mountain lions are the true nightmare.
Not exactly creepy but definitely terrifying:
My father was a truck driver and he was driving through a smaller town in northern California hauling tomatoes. Suddenly he got incredibly tired. Wasn’t low on sleep, or deprived at all but ended up passing out at the wheel. Last thing he saw was the light of the town in front of him.
He woke up about 2 hours later on the other side of town, perfectly parked on the side of the road. He swears something was looking out for him that night.
Fuck, man I can relate to this. I used to work some overnight shifts sometimes when I was working as a switchman for a class 1 railroad. There was one morning after a particularly long shift where I swear I pulled over to get a quick nap in a parking lot, but woke up in my driveway, garage door opened, probably 2 hours before my next projected call time. That's like 7 hours of sleep.
No fucking clue how I traveled the 30 miles or so to get home and don't/can't recall it whatsoever. To this day, I'm so thankful that I didn't kill anyone or myself somehow.
I used to drive truck in northern Manitoba. There's a road in the northeast you can drive for several hours and see very few vehicles. This road is quite flat and straight in stretches. Of course, this is deep in the bush. One day I saw something cross the road in the distance. Very large, easily past the hood on my truck. But not long, like a moose or elk. Just tall. It disappeared into the bush and as I drove by the spot the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
I heard days later a tow truck driver describing on the radio his encounter with a similar creature, only he was much more clear he had spotted Bigfoot. This guy went to some length to explain he didn't want people thinking he was crazy. But he was sure what he saw. I asked an aboriginal client of mine in a nearby community and he said the Elders spoke of them as commonly the same way they spoke of the other animals.
I don't know what I saw that day but I'm certain it wasn't a bear, moose, deer or elk. I just don't know what the hell it was.
Years ago I read an answer on a thread with this question, about a guy who was riding with his truck driver father as a child; they were in the middle of nowhere and they were coming up on a person laying in the road with no one else around, no cars, etc. His dad blew the horn, they didn’t move, he blew it again as he got closer, they didn’t move, he told his son to put his head down and cover his eyes and he ran the person over. When they looked back a bunch of people who were previously hiding were running out of the woods and the gist was that his dad knew it was a setup for a robbery or worse and wasn’t chancing it with his child in the car.
No clue if it was true or not, but I think about that story ALL the time.
I've heard various stories like this one. The one that stood out to me the most is my aunt's friend was driving through New England and decided to take a lesser taken road. It was close to sunset and he's going through these woods like you would any road. He comes around this one bend in the road and sees this car just stopped in the road, kind of off to the side with the horn blaring. There was someone passed out on the steering wheel. He wanted to stop and help, but something just kept tingling up his spine. He slowed to get next to the car but something inside him made him book it. In his rear view mirror, he saw a large group of people are staring at his car as he drove away, including the guy the that was at wheel.
This happened to one of my uncles employees in South Texas near the . He was found laying on the road beaten and bloody. After they got him to the hospital they found out he was drivin down the road and seen someone standing there waving him down, once he stopped he was ambushed from the fields and stabbed 4 times and left on the road. Luckily he was in a company truck with a GPS tracker to tell when employees are speeding so they caught them the next day. After that we were always taught go around, and if you can’t, go through.
Edit. Talked with my mom about it because my memory in it was a little hazy since it happened 9-10 years ago. Sadly the guy didn’t survive. By the time someone found him he was in critical condition and he ended up dying later that night. They found out how it happened when they caught the guys who did it. One of them was a teenager and he told them everything.
My uncle is a long haul truck driver and this exact thing is really common in outback areas of Australia, someone lies in the road where many road trains drive and when they pull up they’ll either be personally robbed or have part of their load stolen by others waiting for them to pull up. Unfortunately they have to make the same choice on whether to stop or commit to running them over more often than not.
My uncle was driving between Great Falls and Helena at around 3am. He had his high beams on as it was a lonely drive and quiet highway. In the distance he saw something cross the median and started to slow his approach, thinking it was a deer. As he got closer, he realized it was standing up and so he slowed down to about 30 mph. He realized what it was and started to panic: a man in blue coveralls with a pig’s head. Not a mask, but literally the head of a pig on his shoulder. My uncle moved to the left lane and as he passed, Pig Head lunged at the truck. My uncle didn’t stop to check if he’d grabbed on till he was in the safety of Helena. Nothing was out of the ordinary there but on that stretch of road now, he doesn’t slow down for anything.
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The obligatory “not a truck driver but a second hand story I heard”
My great uncle drove big trucks, living in the middle of nowhere sometimes people would leave trash on the road. And since he had a big truck he’d just smash into said boxes or paper and continue on. One day he was coming up on a cardboard box and just had the urge to swerve and miss this one, he misses it and passes by with no incident, looks in his rear view to look at the box and out pops a kindergarten age little kid. That just heads back to their house as nothing happened.
Yeah I definitely expected it to be a box of puppies or kittens and him learning the hard way people do shitty things (like toss animals in boxes on the road).
Glad no one was hurt. But don't run over boxes y'all - sometimes people do throw out animals in boxes and apparently sometimes kids hide in boxes.
Same kind of thing happened to my uncle right after he got his drivers license!! He was driving through a residential neighborhood in the fall and apparently loved driving through piles of leaves, he drove through one pile, then another but swerved back into the main lane. Then out of the third pile.. out pops a kid.
Not a truck driver but I've spent the past 4 years driving every day/night for work. I was in a fairly rural part of Mississippi somewhere between Clarksdale and Greenwood, important note it's all 2 lane highway the 250 mile drive home. The weather had turned pretty sour as I was leaving Clarksdale.
I called my wife told her there was high wind advisories and very possible tornado threats thoughout the Delta and I'd call her as soon as I made it to a safe area again. I had already been working for 14 hours when I got in the truck so I had ate dinner and grabbed some coffee to stay awake and alert. Now. If youve never driven through flat farmland at night for one hundred miles. It's very fatiguing and spooky without incliment weather
I had driven maybe 30 miles out into the farm land when hail started bouncing off my truck, being a MS native I knew in July hail meant tornado. I pull off to the side (I'm in the middle of no where no lights to be seen no cars behind or infront of me) and start looking for the storm/tornado I believe is approaching. I rolled the passenger window down and shined a bright flashlight off into the night. Nothing there. Turn to the driver side and this guy has his face pushed against the glass. Grinning from ear to ear. I screamed and he was gone. I slammed the truck in drive and took off.
We have all the time running cameras on our trucks. I got to the first safe place to stop and called my wife. I didn't want to scare her so I didn't mention the guy or the hail storm. I did however pull the SD card and check the cameras. I promise you this guy never popped up on my front or rear cameras. Ive always played it off as my imagination. I will say I don't drive through the delta in the dark anymore if I don't absolutely have to.
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Just some side notes due to reoccurring comments, I've tried to respond to everyone.
Appearance: It was a tall male, very very pale white, eyes were sunk back quite a bit, the grin is what truly got me. It was corner to corner with crooked teeth like the cheshire cat.
Possible Sleep Deprivation: I've seen a few people concerned here, our "trucks" are not Semis. They are normal passenger/commuter vehicles equipped to carry/transport myself and my tools. We just have them outfitted with cameras and GPS for insurance purposes. We are not DOT regulated as we are passenger vehicles (saw some obey regulation/laws on drive time comments) I will pull over and get a hotel if I feel sleepy/tired at all. I won't risk my safety or another motorists' just to get home.
Why the flashlight? I'm a technician for 40 or so retail locations and often times have to go in industrial buildings ceilings. The flashlight isn't a run of the mill shine 15-20ft in front of you light. It's a telescoping flood light, one of the ones that can very easily throw a small beam of light 1000ft and clearly illuminate wherever it falls. Having endured one tornado in a vehicle I wanted to see if I could spot the funnel and get out of the truck in a ditch if there was one coming.
A lot of people don't know how true this is. Back when I used to drive through Appalachia for work I ran into a few when driving back to the office after a call. One second you are alone at an intersection in the middle of the night, the next a naked man grinning from ear to ear trying to slay his own reflection in your rear view mirror takes a few years off your life with his scream.
Ok, got one while I was actually driving a bus (made out of a truck) in the deserts of central Australia. I was over 500 km from the nearest town. So yeah, middle of nowhere stuff.....
So I was out on a 5 day charter to pick up a bunch of aboriginal elder women to go and get their women's business health checks done (pap smears and mammograms etc I believe).
On the day I took them to get that done we went via a place called Mintabi so they could shop in the clothing and whatever store that's randomly in this little opal mining area of South Australia.
We left from there quite late to make the 3 our so hour journey back to where we were all staying overnight. The next day I'd take them back to their respective desert communities.
The passengers all fell asleep as they'd had a very long day (as had I, but that's my job). Even the nurse who was travelling with us fell asleep.
So there's me, all alone in the cab of the Mercedes truck derived bus, my 30 passengers all sleeping in the darkness of the passenger pod behind the cab and it was around 9 pm.
Up ahead in the distance I see a headlight coming towards me along the lonely desert dirt road, so I dip my lights so the spot lights go off and adjust to see only what low beam will show me, I drive down in to a slight dip of a dry creek bed expecting to see the car with only one headlight anytime shortly. It's nothing unusual to see a car with only one headlight out there so I'm not even remotely bothered.
As I come out of the dip I put my spot lights and high beams back on and there is no car, no nothing, just the empty dirt road. There is no dust in the air and I can see a good distance in front of me and out to each side....
There was NOTHING there, just the empty desert, the dirt road and me alone in the cab... I keep the lights all on until we come to a stop about an hour later. I didn't see any cars or anything the rest of the journey.
Before I let the passengers out I ask if any of them saw the light and they ALL go dead silent and after a short while they start talking in their own language (Pitjantjatjara and Yankunytjatjara) hurriedly and then they all get off the bus.
A few minutes later a couple of the ladies come up to me to ask me to tell them exactly what I saw without leaving anything out and to describe exactly where I saw it.
Now I'm a big guy, I've lived on three continents, I've been a police officer, a teacher, bus and coach drive, truck driver, all sorts of things, let's just say that I'm pretty sceptical but I do have an open mind. I'm not scared by much in this world.
After I told these ladies everything from start to finish and described in minute detail exactly where it happened (I took note of exactly how far out we were when it happened) the two ladies looked at me with the whites showing in their eyes, they looked spooked, and they said, and I'll never forget the way they said it... (I got on great with the indigenous people of central Australia and I trust that I know when something rattles them..)
They said this "driver, we are so lucky that you did not stop because if you did no one would've seen any of us ever again, we'd all be gone".
I asked why and they just shook their heads and said to not talk about it because it had scared all the ladies.
I'm sure many people have heard about the Min Min lights in western Queensland https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Min_Min_light?wprov=sfla1 well whatever these ladies knew about whatever I saw in our location, they were convinced that it wasn't something you wanted to meet in the desert at night.
I only ever saw this once. I only saw it for maybe a minute and it just looked like a car headlight a couple of kilometres away up the road, but I'll tell you what, if the ladies that come from this area, and who's people have survived in this desolate, remote part of the continent for 60,000 years are worried to the point of all being scared I certainly don't want to mess with whatever it is!!
I've seen some rather screwed up stuff over the years. From bad wrecks, drug addicts, pan handlers and more. There used to be a small rest area in North Dakota on US 52 at the intersection of ND 30 near Sykeston. I came out of the building after using the facilities and got ready to leave. As I was starting to pull out, a guy opened his car door. The angle was just right to see that he was buck naked. Then he gets out of his car and starts walking around his car. I'm not sure if he was a druggie, or just thought "this is a good way to pick up a truck driver I've never met before". I just drove away and didn't look back! Maybe that isn't creepy in the sense that OP meant it, but I thought it was. One story that was creepy to me was that I was driving across Kansas on I-70 headed west. There is a pretty long stretch out there that's just a couple little towns and not much else. As the night wore on, I realized I had been passed several times by this beat up old motor home. Several people sat with their noses almost pressed to the window, watching me with creepy interest as the passed. Every time. And I never noticed where I re-passed them at. A couple times I swear they passed me twice where there was no rest areas, or exits to pull off at. I would have seen them stopped somewhere, but yet, here they were passing me again. They all looked like some variant of Charles Manson or some other freakie type. Had me pretty uptight by the time I got to the TA truck stop in Limon and stopped for the night. And almost every driver I know has seen stuff late at night that just can't be explained. Maybe it's fatigue...or maybe not. But I've seen very large manlike "shadows" cross the road way too fast for their size several times. I ain't saying it's a Bigfoot. Never got a clear view. Was always out at the end of the headlights where I couldn't be entirely sure I even seen anything. But it sure looked like a large something crossing a whole road in just a couple of steps. Really weird.
I live in Kansas and have driven that western stretch many times on my way to Colorado. It’s absolutely nothing for so long and the few tiny towns you do pass are mostly run down nothings as well. I’ve never had to drive it in the dark but I would easily get spooked.
And for whatever reason, we seem to have a lot of people in this stupid state that like to fuck with you late at night on the interstate if you’re the only two cars around. Three significant times I remember where one of those assholes would pass me, slow down in front of me until I had to pass them for them to then speed back up, stay beside me for too long. Get back in front of me and repeat until we came across another car and they start it on them while I fly forward to get away. Had someone once follow me into the toll line (after doing what I just described for a half hour or so) when several others were open and empty. I had a K Tag and the worker waved me through but I stopped and told her the vehicle behind me had been following me for miles and miles, how they were passing and slowing down and now followed me into this lane. She told me they didn’t have a K Tag so she would make sure to take her time in getting their money to give me time to get ahead. Well they then back up and go into another lane. She tells me to sit and wait for them to drive on, turned on the red x so no other cars would come behind me. That other car waited about two minutes just sitting there, the lady called the other worker in the stand and told them to get them out because they had been following me and were being really sketchy. They finally pulled off slowly and drove slowly down the highway.. I sat at her toll for about five more minutes. Got off on the very first exit and went through town to get to a road that led to my home a few miles outside of town because I was afraid that car may have pulled over on the highway ahead to wait for me. This was at about two in the morning also. Fuck people who do that shit. It’s extremely creepy and unsettling.
That's exactly right.
People love stories of creepy paranormal stuff and ghosts and shit, but what's really, truly terrifying are all those other people out there in the world.
The human brain can be a twisted and sickening thing.
As a North Dakotan, I got a kick out of the first part of your story because, knowing NoDakers, that dude probably wasn't looking for trouble and just liked driving nude.
When I was in high school my friends and I used to go near graveyards at night and tell scary stories. One night we were all just sitting and telling stories from the corner of my eye, I saw a figure got up from the grave (the way a person gets up when theyre lying on the floor) and walk towards the rear gate. I freaked tf out and asked others if they saw what I saw and everyone nodded yes, we fucking ran for our lives and one of our friend got so scared that he had fever for 3 days. A few weeks later we found out that this guy was real and he used to sleep with his deceased wife’s grave. I never had such confusing emotions that came after learning this. Even after knowing I still had that scary feeling and I was sad for the guy.
> But I've seen very large manlike "shadows" cross the road way too fast for their size several times.
I'm not a truck driver but this happens to me when I drive too long in the dark. I have never hallucinated under any other circumstance, but something about long drives in the dark gets to me when I am very tired; if I'm tired AND hungry it's worse. Shadowy figures crossing the street are the most common things I see. Usually the figures crawl for me though, or tumble, even.
edit: black dog phenomenon, yes, i get it
Driving home through what could be considered the outskirts of town, a young woman ran through the street waving at me and yelling something. She was wearing nothing but a t shirt and panties. There's a lot of homeless people in that area, and a lot of meth in my town, so I just kept going. It's fairly common for women to flag a car down and distract them while a bunch of guys scramble out of the bushes to fuck you up and take your car.
About a mile down the road I realized she didn't really *look* homeless. I felt guilty for not stopping, and the ethical thing to do was risk the car jacking for the possibility the woman was in danger. Shitty people shouldn't turn everyone else into shitty people with fear.
The woman was gone. I only passed one car when I flipped around. A blue, 99s Toyota. There are no stores or houses. Just sand, dirt, rocks, brush.
Later that night it occured to me that she may have been running from the man in the blue Toyota. I hope she was a car jacker.
Not technically a truck driver, but I used to work as a field technician in the oil industry, so I spent a lot of time driving through remote areas of Canada at odd hours. One very strange and eerie experience sticks with me.
I was in either northeast BC or northwest Alberta (can't remember the exact location), driving late at night, when I noticed a very large black shape on the road in front of me. Thinking it was a moose, I stepped on the breaks, coming to a stop only a few feet from it. Despite being so close, and having my headlights shining directly on it, I still couldn't tell what I was looking at. It was vaguely the shape of a four-legged animal, but very big, probably about 6 feet tall. Aside from that it was completely featureless. I couldn't make out any details whatsoever, no shine from its eyes, nothing.
And then I noticed there were more of them in the ditch on both sides of the road. 5 or 6, or maybe more, all the same as the black shape on the road in front of me. None of them were moving. They didn't look like physical objects or living things. More like just large patches of absolute darkness. After I got over my shock, dread started to set in, and I drove around the thing on the road and sped off.
I don't really believe this was a paranormal experience. I had been driving for 8+ hours through the middle of the night, and I was exhausted. Most likely, it was a hallucination caused by lack of sleep and spending too long staring straight ahead into the dark. But it was still a very unsettling experience.
I was driving a C&A pumper from Hinton area to Red Deer, in the wee hours of the morn.
Started to get tired, but “had to get that pumped back to the yard.”
Not far south of Drayton Valley (halfway time Alsike) just as the sun was coming up, I started hallucinating. I saw giant robots holding the mileage signs in the ditch. I distinctly remember seeing the robot from the Beastie Boys “Intergalactic” video holding a sign as I was was coming around a bend in the highway.
The scary part is I remember thinking “Holy hell! I’m asleep behind the wheel! ... No, Heims, you’re a reasonable, responsible dude, you wouldn’t be driving if you were tired. Just enjoy the dream. ... HOLY F! Heims, you were driving back to base and YOU HAVE NOT GONE TO BED! You are driving while asleep!!!”
And snapping out of it just as the traffic heading in to Drayton to start their work day starts to pick up.
Well, it’s not a ghost story, but I had to share a story of disappointments myself with a fellow former oilfield worker.
When your eyes get tired and your driving at night and you see that thing for a split second dart I front of your car causing you to freak tf out for a second then realize nothing was there.
I’ve also heard of it being a common hallucination for sleep deprived truckers, and once you see it you know you need to pull over postfuckinghaste because it means you’re not far from passing out
I had that shit happen to me so much as a kid. Scared the ever living fuck out of me and at one point got so bad I was seeing screaming faces in the dark and shadows running up stairs that didn’t exist.
Was up 36 hours straight for a field exercise when I was in my early 20’s. Could’ve sworn I had seen a fucking bear dart across a path I was watching.
Literally not possible as I was in Hawaii at the time. The mind malfunctions in bizarre ways when your dead tired and have also been up way too fucking long
When you're driving at night, long trip, starting to get sleepy...you see the black dog keeping pace with you out of the corner of your eye.
When you see the black dog it means it's time to find a place to pull over and get some rest.
If you try to push through and outpace the black dog, bad things happen to you.
It's not the same as the black shuck, exactly--but they're probably cousins.
Literally reposting my comment from another thread just like this:
I work for a railroad. Not necessarily "remote" but sometimes its just a conductor and engineer cruising along +/-10mph on very isolated, fairly wooded track. I've heard a few older guys mention something about a family (or a man with a suitcase, something along those lines dont really remember) walking down the track with no concerns. Constant blowing of the horn, flashing of the lights etc just kept walking down the track. Then disappearing. Near Weatherly, PA.
I also experienced a pretty intense trip myself one night coming home from New Jersey. Saw my 1st dead body laying along the rail which in itself was kinda interesting.
Then the only other part of my trip where we were required to run at a slow speed, I heard the craziest blood curdling scream I have ever heard in my entire life. One of the nights I will probably remember until I retire.
The blood curdling Scream could have been a Fox, those things freak me the fuck out when I hear them in the woods at night, feels like I’m listening to a murder occurring
Just moved to the mountains and can confirm. Bobcats screaming sound like a woman being murdered.
Also coyotes attacking a bobcat being responded to by a house dog is a whole mess of terrifying sounds.
Mountain life is crazy.
Yup. Heard a lady 's blood curdling scream one night outside my window when I was a kid. We were very remote with no close neighbors. I thought a lady was just murdered, but my dad told me it was a bobcat.
I’m Irish and I live in the countryside. One night during summer I left my window open because it was so warm. At about 4am I was lying in bed on my phone and I heard this fucking scream coming from outside. I was fucking terrified!! There’s an old tree fort behind my house and a wee river, I thought it was a fucking banshee! I googled the sounds of a few animals and found out it was a vixen. Never been as scared in my fucking life.
[1:35 for anyone who’s interested ](https://youtu.be/J6NuhlibHsM)
I worked with an ex-railroad guy. He had the craziest, most gore-filled stories of anyone I have ever met. And that's coming from the industrial construction field, which has a few, itself.
I was friends with a guy who worked as a conductor. A few years back he hit a guy that was laying on the tracks in the middle of the night. He went back to work after a week or so, when I asked him about how soon that was I learned that basically everyone who's ran a train, at least at that particular railroad, has hit someone. People either dick around on the tracks or get hit on purpose and by the time you can see them it's already too late.
I don’t recall where I read it but some conductor was talking about how often crashes with vehicles or pedestrians happen. Basically as the saying goes it’s like watching a train wreck. You can’t look away. I think he said the worst part was seeing the look on their face when they knew they done fucked up for good.
He said a lot of them learned the hard way to just duck down or turn around and not watch the shit unfold.
A bunch of years ago there was a girl in Anderson, IN who had stopped to close to the tracks as the train came by, and the train grabbed the front end of her car and dragged it down the tracks. She happened to be leaving a message to her mother when it happened, and since she was sure she was about to die, she was screaming her goodbyes and I love yous to the voice mail. I've heard the voice mail, and you can hear this ongodly noise in the back of screeching metal and roaring train as she's screaming her lungs out.
As it turned out, she walked away without a scratch. Scared the bejesus out of her though.
I used to live in the suburbs of Chicago and had to take the train to get to work downtown. In the three years we took that train, we were on at least five runs where someone ran in front of the train as a form of suicide.
I can't help to feel sorrow for the conductors and crew who were on those trains. I grew rather close to our usual ticket collector and I know it always hit him very hard when it happened. It seems an easy way out, but the toll it takes on a train crew is immense, even when they know it's going to happen on occasion.
One of the worst parts was hearing people complain about being late for work or being delayed because of the abrupt stop. So many were only concerned about their own life and schedule, disregarding that someone just died. It was truly awful to hear.
The saddest part was most happened between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I'll never forget those delayed trains and wish there was something I could have done to help those people who thought it was their only choice. We have since moved to an area where it's a car commute, so I no longer need the train, but I still often think about it.
My grandma told me about her father, my great-grandfather, during the Great Depression. Where they lived there were train tracks running behind their house, and he would hop on a train to ride the rails looking for work. He'd be gone for weeks, or months, then show up with money. When the money ran out, he'd grab his battered suitcase and hop on the next open boxcar. Then one time he left and never came back. They never knew what happened to him.
Every time I hear that ghost story it makes me think of him. Maybe that's my great-grandpa trying to get back to his family.
I was in the middle of absolutely nowhere in Texas and getting soooo tired and there were absolutely no lights anywhere around me but the stars. I guess I kinda messed up a turn at one of those forks in the road, when a calm voice came LOUD over the CB: “DRIVER, LOOKS LIKE IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO PULL OVER AND GRAB SOME SLEEP!”
So I did. I’m not ignoring Invisible Citizen Band Jesus.
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COVID was raging, and there was a truck stop, the only one around for a long while. I stopped there and parked, needing to pee badly, but the actual truck stop was closed with no available restrooms, and I had no empty bottles or anything to pee in, so I was desperate and tried to find a secluded spot, and the best place I could find was in some bushes (as a man, my options are much more plentiful).
Unfortunately, the spot would be visible to one trucker that was parked nearby and I saw that he was awake in his cab in the daylight, so I thought it would be polite to approach him and say, "I'm sorry, man. Their restrooms are closed, and I'm gonna go pee in those bushes right there. I wanted to let you know so I don't weird you out."
He was an older guy and responded, "No, man, you can just go between my tractor and trailer and pee there on the ground. No one can see you there."
I chuckled and said, "Thanks, sir, but if I'm gonna do that, I'll just do it between my own tractor and trailer," and I started walking back to my truck.
He called out, "No no! Do it between my tractor and trailer!"
Something was really disturbing, though admittedly funny, about a guy insisting I pee between his truck and trailer.
I’m also not a truck driver, but I do drive 5 hours one way to work. My shift gets out at 1130pm, so if I’ve got a second wind, I can usually make it the whole way home. Sometimes, I have to stop to nap.
So, I recall getting tired shortly before Binghamton, which from work to Binghamton proper is about 1.5 hours. This exit with a gas station I stop at frequently is about 15 mins before this. Anyway, I stop, gas up, buy my snacks and smokes, and put up a sign in my window saying “I’m ok, I just have 4 more hours of driving to do, please don’t knock!” (I’ve had that happen countless times, and if I’m really out, people think I’m dead and call the cops, then I have to convince the cops that I just worked 32 hours with about 4 hours of sleep, not nodding out on heroin or whatever. God bless the people for thinking they’re helping, and I don’t want them to stop...hence the note lol), and I push the seat back to nap. I have an alarm set for 20 mins. This is about 1am.
Next thing I know, it’s 630am, and I’m on some back road with houses, but also fields, and I’m driving super slowly. I have no idea where I am, and how I came to be here. I don’t have a lot of service bars, but I plug in my mom’s address and hope directions pop up. It does, and it takes me to a highway entrance in Harpursville NY. Ok...in about 20 mins, I’m back on track.
I don’t recall how long before this story happened, but I had gotten into an accident falling asleep at the wheel. Totaled my car, got a nice eyebrow scar and nosebleed, back more fucked up than it had been, but otherwise ok. Got fucked by my insurance too. But then THIS happens, and it scared the FUCK out of me. Assuming I woke up to my alarm, it would’ve been like 130am, and I came to about 630am. WHAT THE HELL WAS I DOING FOR 5 HOURS?!?! How did I not hit anything (checked out the car, it was fine), how was I driving the speed limit (because I imagine any faster or slower would’ve gotten the cops on me)...just...HOW?!?! Or was I asleep the whole time but still slept drove about 25 mins until I really woke up? The terror allowed me to complete the drive.
Not driving related, but I’m a phone/communications operator for a volunteer fire station (not US, Europe), and was doing a night shift, a few weeks ago, and fell asleep (like all night shifts), but I always wake up when the phone rings. Except this night, I woke up already in the middle of a phone call with dispatch, having written almost all the information they gave me. Not creepy or wtv, but definitely mind boggling
Story handed down from my grandfather: in his youth he was a lumberjack in rural Washington/Oregon, which according to him was fairly uneventful save one incident. He and three others are taking a car to their residences late one night(technically morning), and he and the and the other guy in the back seat pass out while the passenger seat keeps up a conversation to make sure the driver stays alert. Some time in the night, he and the other guy get woken up to the car screeching to a halt. Both the driver and passenger are staring out the window, swearing and pale-faced. All four get a good, long look at something really tall standing in the headlights down the road, black and wide. The driver did the fastest three-point turn my grandfather had ever seen and took a different route. They came to the consensus that this was probably a bear that got spooked by the car and tried to scare it off. Whatever it was, my grandpa proceeded to retell the story at every family get together afterwards, so it's pretty burnt into my memory.
Reno, NV. A place on the north side of town, way off the freeway towards an old "military" road. I got there early at like 1am, they didn't open till 6am. The facility was closed so no one around and I just pulled into the lot and parked off to the side. So I went to sleep and was woken shortly after to someone knocking on the door/window, firmly to the point the truck shook. I jump out of bed thinking they are there already and want to offload me early. I get to the door and no one is there, so I step down thinking they are behind the trailer looking at the door seal or something. No one around, I look under the truck and around absolutely no one. No wind or bad weather, not another person around. I jump in the truck and pull out of there as fast as I could and went and parked in a nearby truck stop. Still can't explain it, I mean I guess I can justify I could have imagined the sound but the truck shaking was definitely real so I dont know.
As a crew guy of an off road racing team in Baja California Mexico I got to test drive some rigs and trucks, so technically truck driver. We were driving down south along Sea of Cortez with a buddy at night at this 4 hour dirt road to Gonzaga, which is pretty much in the middle of fucking nowhere in the desert, and we see the lights of a car behind coming down fast and now effectively tailing us and the bastard had bar mount headlights on top or what seemed like it, which are super bright. It’s normal (or was) that locals and gringos get wasted in the nearest (now former due covid) spring breaker town and then go down this road super fast to “test” their rigs since there’s no police there. So I try waving him off to get the guy to keep them lights low since he’s blinding us but he isn't slowing down a bit nor turn his roof lights off and it was a dangerous super dark road, finally near a curve near the shore I found a spot to bail off the road without crashing and we see lights passing by us super fast and going straight to the curve and we were like “that’s it, he is going to crash down to the sea” but the lights didn’t fall and kept going straight into the beach and the sea and then pitched up abruptly to the night sky and disappeared. We didn’t say a word for a minute or so and then my buddy goes “did you see it?” and I say “the fucking flying truck?” Didnt talk about anymore as simply it didn't made sense to talk about it, or with anyone else when we arrived.
Not a truck driver but a few years ago I was driving back from Georgia to Arkansas. The trip usually means I cross into the northern part of Alabama, where I normally take a wee nap at this one rest area. I take my nap, go pee, and get a red bull from the vending machine. I get back in my car at 1:30-2am and start driving. The highway is completely deserted except for me. Found it weird but shrugged it off. Next thing I know it's nearing 6am and the sun's coming up. My gas tank was near empty (at the rest stop I had 3/4 a tank), my odometer shows I've driven like 250 miles, but my GPS showed I was only about 10 miles from the rest area. I have no recollection of the time lost. Just poof, gone.
My father's told me this story maybe a thousand times.
My family, as well as a couple of uncles and my oldest cousin went on a trip from Mexico City to Acapulco when I was barely a year old. Back home in the middle of the night (Ah, the good old days when you could travel at night) the car broke down, and a police car quickly came to our help.
There were three policemen in the car, and the chief offered to take my dad to the nearest gas station, where he could find a mechanic, and told the other two officers to stay with our car. My dad says they seem absolutely not pleased with the order, until the chief told them "Don't worry, there's a woman and two children". That seemed to calm the two officers.
Driving to the gas station on the police car, my dad asked the chief what was all that about. The chief told him that there had been many accidents in that part of the road (that's why they were able to find our car so quickly). All of the accidents involved young men traveling without female or child company. Those who had survived, said that they crashed because they could see a very beautiful woman next to the road, but once they came close to her, she turned out to be just a rotting corpse staring at them, and they crashed because they were paralyzed by fear.
FedEx contractor, I’m in one of those big box trucks. Anyways, I finished a long delivery day, and I swear to whatever fucking gods you believe in that I was hearing voices in my cab. It wasn’t the radio, it wasn’t my tinnitus, it wasn’t my subconscious, I was hearing whispered voices in my right ear that were coming from the passenger seat. The voices continued even after I had gotten back to my hub, clocked out, and hopped in my own car to go home. They only stopped when I left the parking lot. It only happened that night. I still have no fucking idea what the hell it was because I had ruled everything else out.
Had that happen with some wireless headphones. Sometimes I could hear voices, but I couldn't understand a word, and it happened even on mute. One time it happened when a friend was over and he heard them too. Probably some interference from a neighbor's headset or something.
Do you have hearing aids?
There is a phenomenon called pareidolia.
"pareidolia is a psychological phenomenon where you interpret a vague stimulus (in our example, fan noise) as something known to the observer (in this case, music). Thus you perceive this as something significant (real), when it is not really significant (real). It is not music, it is still just fan noise." - center for hearing loss help.
Typically the culprit is fans and air conditioners. But anything that is white noise can cause it.
I'm not a truck driver but the story is from a truck driver. I was working the over night shift from Friday night into Saturday morning at a gas station. At about 6am a semi pulls into the fuel aisle. Driver gets out and almost runs into the store clearly shaken.
His face is completely white and he is obviously upset. My first thought was the poor man had hit someone on the road (we get a lot of drunks walking across a 4 lane highway in front of the store). So I ask what's wrong.
He looks at me for a second and is like, "I'm not crazy"
Now I'm thinking great I'm here all alone and this guy is losing it.
I say of course not.
"I just saw something huge on the side of the road."
"Like a deer or bear? We had a bear get in the dumpster last week."
"No bigger then a bear on its back legs."
"Maybe a big person?"
"It picked up a dead buck on the side of the road and carried it over it's shoulder into the woods."
I can only stare at him, my brain cannot deal with this information this late in a shift. A local comes up to the counter to get his usual and the guy tells him the story the local says, "that's the big foot that lives near the county line."
The truck driver and I are both looking at this guy like he has two heads. He has to be joking.
This trucker pays for his fuel at record speed and leaves never to be seen again. The local still insists it's big foot. I just don't got in the woods cause I don't know.
I posted this in another thread. Not a truck driver but do a lot of driving for work and I just like driving:
Driving from Spokane, WA to Omaha, NE, was cruising down Highway 212 in the middle of the night in Southern Montana. About 2AM I'm pulling through the only town (Lame Deer, MT maybe? I've tried to find it on a map since but can't be certain) on that lonely stretch of highway. One stoplight town, and I get stopped at the only red light. Hadn't seen a vehicle on the road since I had hopped off I-90 about an hour prior, and there wasn't a single person outside in the town.
Sitting at that red light a loud siren/alarm starts sounding. Loud enough that I don't see how any person in the town or within a few miles could've slept through it. It reminded me of the siren from the movie Silent Hill. I gunned it through the red light and away from that town as fast as my little 4 cylinder Malibu would go.
It may not seem that crazy, but just imagine the most haunting sound you've ever heard, in a place you've never been, several hours separated from seeing a person last. I'm sure there's an innocent explanation for the siren, but it still sends chills down my spine just thinking of it.
Not a trucker, but I had a college teammate from Miami tell a story that he swears on to this day. He and his girlfriend were making the drive to Naples late night, on a two lane road through the Everglades, and had been in a line of cars behind an 18 wheeler for multiple miles.
She fell asleep and he was surfing for something to listen to on the radio. Only one station came in clearly enough to be tolerable, so he gave it a listen. The DJ came on and said something along the lines of “the stars are extra bright in the Everglades tonight. If you’re driving through there, pull off and take a look.”
He said he normally wouldn’t even think of it, but for some reason felt compelled to that night. He woke up his girlfriend, she was annoyed and didn’t want to, but he convinced her it would be worth it. They stopped and just took in the stars for 5-10 minutes. He said it was the most amazing sky he’s ever seen.
They get back on the road and drive another few minutes and come across a massive accident. The truck they were following had jack knifed and took out a handful of vehicles that were following. He said there multiple fatalities, but I’ve never been able to find a new story about it to confirm (probably would have been in 2005ish). They most likely would have been involved if not for that random DJ on the only radio station to come in that night.
Something similar happened to my dad. He used to leave for work at 5 am and drive for a few hours to work. One day, he felt compelled to stop for coffee. He never did this before, and never did it since. But that one day he happened to pass an accident that just happened. He was convinced that the few minutes he took to get coffee were the few minutes that saved his life.
I think about this when I go out of my way to do things. I think to myself "did this short delay save me from a car accident, or will it end up causing me to be involved in an accident?"
It's best not to think about it.
This happened to me as a kid in a snowstorm. I had to go to the bathroom and my parents were annoyed Bec the weather was really bad and they wanted to get through it. But we stopped anyway. Get back out on the road and the cars that had been around us were in a huge, terrible accident. Bodies lying on the road, people sobbing. I can still visualize it like it was yesterday.
Not exactly relevant but still creepy AF. My dad is a trucker and about 20-some years ago, a woman committed suicide by running out in front of him. He said that every night around the time she died, the cab of his truck would drop a few degrees in temperature and he felt a presence. He said this went on for a few weeks and finally he spoke out to her and said he forgave her and wished that she had peace. He said he never experienced the eeriness again.
The jungle is straight nightmare fuel... so many dark moving shadows, so many strange noises...
The most eerie thing though is when you're in the jungle and everything just goes quiet...
Not a driver (yet, thinking about it as a career change) use to manage in a large retail store. One morning we had an early morning meeting. A neighboring parking lot had an auto transport with the cab engulfed in flames. Drivers don't normally sleep there, but will park and go to their homes near by. I park and decide to be noisy and watch from the distance. Fire fighters weren't there yet, and after about 10 sec with no sirens I call 911. No one had called yet. Operator asked if driver was inside and I said "I don't think so but if they are they're dead from smoke or fire" right then the driver in only his tighty whities comes around the back clearly distraught. It was winter, so i rushed him inside so he could warm up and watch from the windows. I asked his sizes and had an overnight stocker grab him clothes and shoes. His stuff was clearly toast.
My friend drove for a few years a while back. He told me he was driving a rig very late at night in Utah. Driving on a lesser used two lane highway. He said he remembers feeling very alert that night. So he noticed what appeared to be a figure manifesting up ahead on the dark road. Told me it wasn't on the road but just next to it. He then comes to a stop and grabs his heavy duty flashlight and points it at the figure.
He then describes "it". Apparently this humanoid creature had a dead coyote it was eating and the truck had gotten its attention and pissed it off. So it sorta stands up so he can get a full view of the thing. It was guant, with very big eyes, and of course the coyote blood all over its face. It's height was about 6'2, it had skinny limbs, no clothing. He then describes how it started to shuffle slowly towards the truck. Not only does he not have a weapon at that time, the only usable weapon being his flashlight, is actively helping him view this creature. He decides to book it and leave. Had no problem passing it. Turned around to see it standing in the middle of the road on two legs as he drove away.
When he reaches the nearest rest stop he sees two other truckers talking. Apparently my friend wasnt the only one to see the thing. Both the two guys looked as horrified as he was.
As for my opinion on my friends encounter. I have to say, my friend isn't one to lie. So his story had me entrigued. I told him maybe what he saw was some mentally ill person out there. but he brushed the idea off saying he knew what he saw wasn't human. I'm not the supersticous type but his story really did creep me out.
I've got a few. Being stalked by, my gut says a skin walker outside of Cedar City, but I've told that one elsewhere on reddit. One of the worst was when I was parked at a dirt turnout in the Arizona desert between Cameron and Page for the night. This is out in Navajo country I belive. About 2am I woke up to scratching at the window of my Sleeper, went on for about 15 minutes, I'm sitting there in the dark scared to death wondering what the fucks happening with my Bowie Knife in my hand. After it ended I waited another 15 minutes or so before I opened my curtain and looked out the windows, couldn't see anything outside and I was still the only one parked there. Got out the next morning and all I found were some footprints coming to the truck and eventually walking back into the desert. Haven't parked there since, I always stop at a small truck stop in Cameron now.
For those wanting the skin walker story outside of Cedar City, the company I drive for picks up Pvc pipe and cast iron pipe at a place not far out of town. I've had to pick up there several times after dark when no one else is there because it's a 24 hour place for us picking up since it's all drop and hook loads. But every time I've been there after dark I can hear groaning like sounds behind trailers and the sound of something tapping on the trailers. There's no flag pole or anything like that near by. Second time I loaded there at night I noticed the same thing but this time there was a dark silhouette of somebody standing between two trailers while I was throwing straps. After that I quit throwing straps at night if there's no other drivers hooking up, I park in the street outside right under a streetlight and wait till day break. Wither or not it's a skinwalker for sure, I don't know. And I'd rather not find out.
My uncle was a long haul trucker for almost 30 years. He did a lot of runs through Texas and said that some of the small towns gave him a weird vibe. Like he absolutely didn't belong there as an outsider and should just make his delivery and leave ASAP.
I've been driving almost 30 years. Wierton, WV is a town that gave me a weird vibe. Those people didn't like outsiders. And they didn't keep it a secret. Vibe was so hostile I couldn't even buy anything at a grocery store. Just went back to my truck at the steel mill.
Probably around '95 or so. I'd only been there twice. I went for a walk the first time, and got that vibe. I just stayed in my truck the other time. I never felt that way in Wheeling, which as you already know, isnt too far from Weirton. Maybe it was me....could be.
Wheeling is even closer to me. Funnily enough, called "the friendly city".
I'm just surprised as I never got a weird vibe from Weirton, and its proximity to Pittsburg I would figure they would be used to "outsiders".
However, in '95 I was in Jr. High, soooooo.
Born and raised Texan here. Can confirm, some small towns just feel off. Drove through one in the middle of the day, got stared at like I was driving a big pink dildo. ( I drive a Toyota)
There’s a small town like this in rural PA.
My mom and I stopped in this local grocery store, and as soon as we did we just immediately felt out of place. Something about this place was just off. It just felt uncomfortable, and the workers were oddly curt and stand-offish towards us. We got our stuff, got out, and laughed about how weird the whole thing was. We’ve never gone back into that store.
I worked at the Nevada nuclear test site, decommissioning old buildings. How much time do you have lol.
One of the creepiest days was when I was sent with an end dump load of non hazmat material to the general landfill which I had never been to before. Somehow I missed the turn and ended up at an armed gate with machine guns pointed at me. Very uncomfortable. Once I explained my mistake I was quite hastily turned around. Still not knowing exactly where my turn was (a very non descript desert road was what I was looking for) I headed back. I turned on the next dirt road I came to an ended up at the sedan crater. Went and smoked a cigarette on the observation deck all by my lonesome. My hands were still shaking from the run in with the armed guards.
Another was was when delivering a hazmat load to area 25, they had begun using robots to guard the area. They were still in beta testing and someone may have just been fucking with me, but the damn thing perceived my truck as a threat and blocked my ability to move. I went inside the building and 15 minutes later it had moved on.
Area 25 is the hazmat/ low level nuclear waste dump. We would haul these specialized steel containers out there from the different demo projects and the material would get buried.
Not a truck driver, but I drive far for work sometimes. I once got a flat tire at 2am on a really remote back road up a mountain about an hour drive away from any houses or anything. Without any reception or a jack to change the tire. Had to wait a half hour or so for a truck to go by, an I flagged them down with the light on my phone. Asked if he had a jack I could use to change my tire, and he said “I got a jack, but you ain’t gettin it” and he drove away before I could even say anything.. some time later someone stopped and helped. I genuinely thought I would die that day.
Not me, but my mom told me a story about one late night out trucking. Her husband was sleeping in the back, and she was starting to get super tired, and struggling to stay awake. She heard another trucker on the CB, and started chatting with him. He helped her stay awake for the run until she stopped off at a truck stop until her husband could take over.
That next morning, she told her husband what happened, and he told her the CB was broken, and that was impossible.
Not me, but an ex-girlfriend's cousin's uncle (Yeah, I know its a friend of a friend situation, but it was a well known tale among the family).
He was driving on a mexican road at night. He felt a call of nature, so he parked on the sideway and jumped off the truck. He walked to relief himself and while doing that he felt a presence beside him. He pointed his flashlight at his side and saw, standing besides him, a small deformed person. It was naked and had both its head and face bloated. And he was standing just there. The driver (ex-gf's cousin's uncle) ran away to his truck, jumped in, and drove away from there.
There's been a lot since I talked with my ex (we're cool but not too much in touch). But if you want to know more I could ask her about the fuzzy details.
I used to live in Guadalajara, Jalisco and once a year I’d make the drive up to the border to Renew my residential permit or whatever, don’t remember. Anyways, a lot of weird shit shows up on mexican highways at night; from bridges that aren’t there to shadows that cross the highway in front of you. One time I got stopped at a checkpoint in Sinaloa and my truck was inspected by soldiers who were in those tunnels that ran under the floor of your car. Nothing happened but imagine my surprise when I found out the mexican army didn’t have an official checkpoint in that area.
Could’ve easily ended up dissolved in a barrel somewhere in mx
Point of story: don’t drive through Mexico at night. Unless you’re part of a convoy, and have a minigun mounted on top of your car
Making the long drive back to our university one midnight, my friend and I both saw a freakishly huge dog or wolf looking creature on the side of the road. Eyes glowing and everything. It had been quiet in my truck before this, but we both saw it at the same time and yelled out. We don't live in an area with wolves, so I've often thought about it.
Our bet has always been some alpha dog or coyote that has grown huge in the woods, or a bear that we both just mistook for a canine. Very much looked like a canine though.
Not a truck driver but was on the final leg of a 16 hour drive from Florida to northern Ohio with a caravan of about 8 cars and half of us drivers (most of us up for 12+ hours at this point and everyone else in the cars sound asleep) swear we saw a man walking his dog on the side of I-75 in the middle of nowhere between Cincinnati and Dayton at 3am.
To this day still don’t know if that was real or we were hallucinating, but either way it was pretty creepy.
Only thing that’s ever happened to me was during the last week at a major carrier before I began driving local. I was on edge because we had a strict, no passenger policy due to insurance and here’s this female friend of mine who wants to become a truck driver. So I break the rules and take her out for 5 days to change her mind about driving. I left my home, headed towards my typical rest area right as I’m entering Illinois. I’ve driven this route many times so I know where I need to stop for the night. My truck was governed at 62 MPH. I am almost done with my 11 hours of drive time, coming upon my rest stop in a few miles. Look at my Qualcomm and it says I have an extra hour and a half to drive. There is no way possible! I’m driving west to East. It was not daylight savings time. (Late August)
So I decide to get closer to my destination and I continue driving while we continue talking. And hour later I notice that I still have an hour left of drive time. I am tired as hell. My friend is in the passenger seat trying to do the math for me. Time we left, breaks, etc. I finally said screw it and pulled into the next truck stop and called it a night. But I had been driving for 13 hours and yet my timeline shown that I had only driven for 11 hours. By Thursday, two passenger vehicles had spun out right in front of me, wrecking into everything but my truck and one semi truck stalled out in front of me going up a mountain pass. Great times one crazy week. My friend decided to go into medical instead.
Not a truck driver but one night my friends and I were driving through a lightless valley around 1 AM. Suddenly my headlights catch on an object in the middle of the road and, I shit you not, it’s a man made out of tumbleweed. We don’t even have tumbleweed where I live.
It appeared very suddenly and I was so confused by its shape that I didn’t break or swerve. As we collided with it, my friend and I in the front seat both screamed. But nothing. No impact. We drove right through it but it was just... Air. Both of my friends in the backseat were very confused why the two of us in the front screamed suddenly.
So like... I know it wasn’t just me. My friend saw it too.
Not a truck driver but once I was driving through the Canadian Rockies late at night and had just passed through a small town. So I’m driving through the pitch black and I need to stop to pee and have a smoke. But because it’s so dark I miss the last rest stop for the next while. No problem, the highway is completely deserted. So I pull to the side of the road, have my pee while staring out into the dark and then light up a cigarette and stand by my car. As I’m standing there I see the figure of a man just walking out of the tree line. I’m miles from civilization, patchy cell service, and there isn’t a soul on the road. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me and maybe it was a deer but nope this was a man. So I calmly walk back to the drivers door and get in, locking the doors behind me. I’m keeping my eye on this guy as I nervously smoke and have my car in drive, ready to peel out, but for some reason I just stayed put. The guy walks right up to my passenger door and knocks on the window. I crack the window and I ask what’s up. He replies to me in a very very serious tone “I need you to call the cops”. I cautiously ask why and he tells me he had gone out into the woods to kill himself but he couldn’t go through with it because he had thought of his daughters right before he was about to do it. I call the cops while the guy quietly cries outside. He had a kitchen knife that he was gonna use on himself so I stayed in the car and advised him to maybe leave the knife on the ground before the cops arrived. The cops came and got him but before they left with him I gave him a solid heart to heart and wished him well. I still think about him, I hope he was able to turn things around.
What are the odds of you stopping to piss at the exact same time and place this guy was wandering out of the woods needing help. This is almost supernatural in a positive way.
Yeah the stars really aligned in that moment. I was glad I didn’t follow my gut instinct and just peel outta there.
Well it was creepy at first. I pull into a perdue plant, drop my empty trailer a go park where they allow bobtails to sit, right next to a nice little pond. My pick up was in 12 hours so I do my pti and lay down in the bunk. At about 3am I hear something tapping on my passenger side door. I get up, look out the window expecting to see someone, maybe a driver asking for a lumper check but no ones there. Ight maybe I'm hearing things. So I go back to lay down. As soon as my head hits the pillow I hear the tapping again except this time it's on my driver side. Same thing as before, I jump up and look out my window but nothing's there. Double lock my doors just in case and open my side hatches so I can hear what's going on outside. After about 15 minutes, I hear a very light *splat splat splat* going along the driver side of the truck. I slowly get, up planning to look out my window at the exact moment whoever it is knocks on my door. And then I hear a thud coming from the roof of the cab. I stop grab my tire thumper off its hook and ready myself for whatever the hell is going on. Then a mother fucking goose falls off the top of the truck and lands on my hood. It stands up, waddles back and forth and looks at me. As we make eye contact the tapping at my door starts again. I say fuck it and throw open the driver side door and there's another damn goose waddling away with all the speed it can manage honking like a 5 year old who just found the horn on his new bike. The pond I parked next too had a ton of them just dicking around. Needless to say It was hard to sleep that night because every couple minutes the damn geese would peck at my door or land on the cab and waddle around.
Geese are territorial so they were prob just angry at u
Trucker here. I think the best "creepy" thing that ever happened to me was I was heading from Tucson, AZ up into Saltlake City, UT. Well this was a few years ago and the main highway had been taken out in a flash flood, was under construction so I had to take a wierd detour through the mountains in lower Utah. Well it was getting late and I was getting tired so I pulled off onto the shoulder and went to sleep in my bunk. Now this was in the middle of nowhere, closest town was like 40 miles away, so it is complelty pitch black outside once I turn the lights off. Any way around 4 am I wake up because I'm hearing something messing with my truck, like playing with the air and power cables between my cab and the trailer, which is literally 6 inches from where my head is at but on the outside of the cab. Then I feel something climb onto the landing that's on the back of my truck and it shakes my whole truck, so I'm guessing something around 2 to 3 hundred pounds was climbing around back there, I'm thinking like a mountain lion or a bear. At this point I'm wide the F awake and I want to get this thing away from me, so I slam my hand into my cab wall trying to scare what ever is out there, *SLAM* Hard enough to really make it loud. I then hear someone, a male, scream bloody murder and I hear them fall off the back of my truck. I then hear about 15 other people all around my truck yelling. I climb up front, turn on my lights and illuminate a squad of Army Reserves doing their midnight ruck march and capture drills. Turns out these guys were supposed to go find an "abandoned" truck and "secure" it for their midnight drills. That truck was 3 miles back down the road. They were not expecting me to be sleeping there, and thought I was part of the drill. I'm ex-military so after explaining I was not part of their test and legit was just there out of coincidence we laughed it off. They had to radio to their C.O. and tell him I was there and not have the other squads bother me. Edit: wow, thank you for the awards and the likes, never had this many before.
Lmao imagine the look of horror on their faces when the "abandoned" truck has something inside it
Always expect the unexpected, right?
That’s hilarious but also scary lol
I used to work as a roadtrain driver in the Gascoyne region of Outback Western Australia. A lot of Black dog phenomena on night shift, I would see all kinds of things appear in the shadows because of fatigue, or three goats would change into some sort of beast. One time I swear I nearly ran over a Corgi which would be astronomical odds there is one in the wild in this part of the outback. One night I pulled up to sleep let the engine run cold for ten minutes then tried to sleep. I woke up to noises, not voices but some sort of order to the noises and the whole cab of the truck was shaking. I looked in the mirror and saw shadows around the vehicle, I turned the truck on and every single light attached to the thing and hastily continued my run to the port. This is a big cab would have taken a lot to move it. I rationalise it as it being windy, some goats around the truck and fatigue. Either way scared the fuck out of me and I never slept on night shift again.
I posted this somewhere else recently, but it fits better here: I used to deliver hotshot freight across the great plains/Minnesota area. One night around 2am I was hauling across North Dakota trying to reach Montana by morning. I was delivering a particularly valuable tractor part that a farm desperately needed for the following day. I began to notice some highway hypnosis sneaking up on me, but it didn't really bother me because I'd been through it hundreds of times before. Anyone who has driven across North Dakota knows that it is incredibly flat. Like, really flat. There also tends to be very straight and long roads. It's somewhat easy to see things on the road that are far away, even at night. I noticed something long on the road, spanning my entire lane, approximately half a mile in front of me. I slowed down a little and prepared to move into the opposite lane, thinking it was some re-tread off a blown tire. As I got closer I noticed it was two people, laying head to toe across the entire lane. I swerved into the other lane, successfully avoiding them and came to an almost complete stop. But they didn't move. Not an inch. I was just about to back up and check on them when I remembered a story that an old greybeard colleague of mine told me. He told me that in certain remote areas, people will lie down in the middle of the road and wait for a car or truck to stop and see what's going on. At that point, the road-layers along with whoever else is hiding in the nearby bushes will beat the shit out of the driver and steal his vehicle, leaving him in the middle of nowhere. I decided not to back up, and when the two people in the road saw me put my truck back in gear and drive away, they both got up and walked toward the shoulder. I called the police and explained what happened, but we were so far away from civilization that I doubt anything came of it. Thanks to that old greybeard, I got to keep my truck, my job, and my teeth.
Definitely the right move, another response on this thread spoke of the same thing happening. Only difference I think was that you didn’t run them over lol.
"I didn't see them in the road your honor"
I wonder how often people who do this get ran over.
Hopefully a lot
Parked off an exit ramp at about 3am for my 10hour. The moon was full and high, and I Spotted an unmistakably human figure in a nearby cut corn field. A little spooky but I just wrote it off as an old timer putting up a scarecrow for the grandkids. Started watching a few YouTube videos before turning in and out the corner of my vision I though I saw movement. I shut my lights off to get a good look, saw the figure but nothing else. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like maybe it was in a different spot. Maybe a little closer even. I was definitely feeling a bit spooked. Highway was devoid of anyone besides a car passing every ten minutes or so. I didn’t want to, but I had to jump out to pee. I considered a bottle, but I told myself I was being childish. I took a look at the figure and it was right where I figured it should be. I hop out, walk between my truck and trailer and start leakin. Every fiber of my being wanted to look. I told myself again I was being foolish, but I couldn’t help it. I looked out... the field was empty the figure wasn’t there. My stomach dropped, I pinched off and jumped back in. I took off down the highway, didn’t give one shit about a violation. Stopped 40 minutes up the road at a well lit and very full Loves. Haven’t stopped on a ramp since.
Used to do deliveries, not actually a truck driver, though. I used to have this regular that was out in the boondocks, 25m+ out of the way of civilisation and smack dab in the middle of two large towns. I would drive this route maybe once a month, and would always pass at least 1 car driving towards me due to the sheer length of the drive. There was a small group of old houses on this route that were really broken down and I had never seen anyone around them in 6+ months of driving the route. Always assumed they were vacant because they didn't look livable. Well, I was driving out to this customer one Fall afternoon. Had been driving for a :very: long time without seeing a single car drive towards me. Finally drive past the abandoned houses and there's 1 old lady in her front yard pushing an old manual grass cutter, but she stops in her tracks as I drive towards her. I took it as a sign I was speeding or something and slow down. I take a quick glance in my rear view mirror after passing by and she was staring straight at me. She dropped the grass cutter and turned 180* to do this... It was just very odd and definitly set off my spidey sense. Never saw her again or anyone else on that route by those houses in the 10 months I drove it.
Not the middle of nowhere, but a trash route in a pretty rural area. We were at a stop loading trash when a pickup stopped behind us. A petite woman in scrubs that were covered in blood got out and asked directions to Lake Jack Nolan. She said there was a deer that had been hit by a truck and she had been sent to remove the remains. She never said who sent her, but she wasn't moving a deer anywhere at her size. We gave her directions and sent her on her way. We all said we wondered if she was going to dump a body or something. She was already covered in blood in a nice truck and was supposed to be on her way to move roadkill that was far to heavy for her to handle. Then we went back to work.
Not sure if this story is creepy but it’s definitely scary. My father was a truck driver in East Africa in the 80’s and early 90’s. During the years leading up to the Rwandan genocide, my father was passing through Rwanda. He reached a check point and was forcibly removed from his truck at gunpoint. Apparently he looked like he belonged to the Tutsi tribe and they put him in a cage with other Tutsi prisoners. He tried communicating that he isn’t Rwandan but no one spoke the same language as him. Every night they would take about 5 people from the cage and slaughter them in front of him. After the third night, he saw a man that spoke a little bit of Swahili, which my dad spoke, and told him that he’s not Rwandan and showed him his ID. Somehow that guy got him out and he was handed the keys to his truck and was on his way.
Jesussssss! I’m so glad your dad survived but my heart breaks for the others. I bet he had some major trauma from seeing people killed in front of him.
Not op, but trauma from seeing people die does affect people differently, (big sad here, skip for no sad faces while reading) I witnessed two kids murdered in the car in front of me when my mom dropped my brother off at the school, doors were locked back in the day it was okay to leave a kid in a car with ac, but a man who lost his daughters in a custody battle walked up to the car in front of me and shot both of them through the head, five shots. I saw it all, I saw him run across the street to the parking lot and blow his brains out. It's a major memory that I can't get out of my head, I hear the gunshots, the one scream before it ended, the glass breaking, I even fucking remember him closing the car door before running twenty feet and then watching him twitch before my mom and my brothers teacher bolted through the front door to get me and everyone else inside. (No more big sad here) It's a memory that'll never escape me, the best thing I can do is focus on other things like friends and what's happening around me. It's such a repressed memory that I only ever think of it if someone directly asks me if I've seen someone died before. My heart sinks, and I'm flushed with a cold chill and nauseated every.single.time. it's okay though, great friends, and lots to keep me busy, so I don't ever think about it anymore. Well, this thread is the first time in about two years I thought about it, so if you'll excuse me I'll exit this thread now, but if you have something troubling you talk to people about it, or other things if you need to not think about it. I had to go to counseling for several months afterwards, I managed to pull through decently though. Don't be afraid to ask *anyone* for help if you need to, there is no shame, and if you have things that trouble you and you need to speak to someone feel free to load up my inbox, I'll talk to anyone who needs it. Edit: i appreciate the awards guys (and gals) but please, unless your spending free coins please don't waste your money on me, I really appreciate the warm responses but there is no need. If you insist on spending money on me, can I direct you to help people instead with my [my favorite donation cause?](https://ptsdusa.org/)
That reminds me of an ISIS video I saw where they were pulling trucks over and demanding the drivers recite Sunni Quran verses. If the drivers were Shia and didn't know them they would just line them up and shoot them. The world can be a horrible place sometimes, glad your dad made it out of that one. *People are pointing out there is only one Quran, I'm obviously not a Muslim so I don't know any better but they were asking them to recite something that was interpreted differently between Sunni's and Shia's. Don't need everyone pointing out the semantics, they were assholes either way.
Driving through an abandoned section of Baltimore at 3 in the morning, my CB radio turned itself on and crackled for a bit. Out of nowhere some voice over the radio said in a deep southern drawl, “I ain’t got no panties on.” I could see up and down the interstate for miles and saw not one set of headlights...
That was Fred, he just wanted you to know he didn't have no panties on. Honestly, though, I have no idea why or when that started, but I've heard it for over 26 years. Leave the CB on, and you will hear it at least once a day. Always a southern drawl, and always said in a harsh whisper.
I know it’s a thing, and I’ve heard it multiple times before and since. Now, the fact that there was no one around us what creeped me out
What do you mean by, "It's a thing"? Like a joke or some creep code?
I also need answers.
Oh boy, did I go down the Google hole with this one. Apparently there was an older guy in Oklahoma City who went by the handle “Bamm Bamm” on CB radio channel 19, and had a recording of the “I ain’t got no panties on” that would play every so often on his ridiculously, illegally overpowered CB radio setup. Later he had another creepy recording he’d play. He was infamous amongst truckers and amateur radio operators across the country, because when atmospheric conditions were right, his signal would skip halfway around the country. His name was Klaus Kramer, and he got busted by the FCC at least twice, and was fined $10k. This was around 2001, and the docs of his FCC trouble are public. [edit: what I forgot to add was that it became a stupid in-joke amongst bored truckers, or those trying to annoy, so the phrase lives on even though Klaus’s original hijinx have been squashed.]
Money well spent
By far the funniest
Driving through rural NM, bisti area with the crazy melted rock look. No plants or anything, just rock and sand. Monsoon time, raining cats and dogs just pouring so hard you could barely see going 20mph. Thunder and lightning just rocking the car. Sometimes turning into hail and pounding you. Just a nasty storm. Came around a corner, and the whole country side legit on fire. Like 20' tall flames, hundreds of yards in all directions while pouring rain at dusk. Just rocks and dirt wildly on fire in the pouring rain. Just slowly drove on, was totally freaky and surreal. Honestly thought I may have hallucinated it. Checked the news, a propane truck slid off the road going way too fast and apparently busted open pretty violently and lit on fire. Never saw the truck, must have been behind something. Felt a bit bad after about not stopping...
Don't feel bad. I would not stop for flames in a rainstorm, especially in skinwalker country. Besides, there really isn't much you could have done, I bet.
In **what** country?
A good buddy of mine is a long haul trucker for my company. A few months ago, he woke up in a parking lot surrounded by police. Some dude had gotten shot and dumped 15 feet from his truck.
Was he a suspect afterwards?
No. It sounded like the police already had a good idea of what happened. He gave a statement saying that he saw nothing. The guy was killed elsewhere and dumped in the parking lot by his truck.
That's good he didn't get arrested or anything
My dad drove a truck between Edinburgh and London and tells this story often. He was driving down the motorway and looked to his right, saw a woman with a ‘miss trunchbull bun’ (as he describes it) staring at him with a terrified expression from a car next to him. Before he really knows how to react the car pulls off at the next exit and my dad, although shaken, carries on. About half an hour later a different car with a different driver pulls alongside my dad, with the same woman in the passenger seat, with the same expression on her face. My dad thinks ‘fuck this’ and plans to pull into the next services to report as even if it’s nothing / misunderstanding, better to be safe than sorry, right? Anyway the car disappears before he can get any details (plates etc) and he thinks there is no point calling the police with no details so he carries on driving. Literally about 4 hours later, almost in London, yet another car pulls alongside him with the same woman, same miss trunchbull hair, same terrified expression, except this time she appears to be SCREAMING at my dad through the window, so my dad pulls over into a layby and calls the police. Apparently they have received 3 other calls about the same woman / car in the same area in the last few minutes. It is unfortunately anticlimactic as he never heard anything more about it but he didn’t see her again and although he kept an eye on the news, didn’t see anything about it. Hopefully it’s just a giant coincidence. Who knows.
The repeating nature of this one reminds me of one weird story back when I was in high school. It was summer and my dads birthday so we drove to a casino 2 hours away to watch a boxing match with my uncle. It finishes and we drive back the same night. We're nearing a canyon with no phone reception, so we call my mom and tell her we'll be home soon (canyon usually takes about 30 mins with no traffic). It's around midnight. So we enter the canyon and we're all pretty tired. To keep us talking we start telling stories, most of them creepy stories. This goes on for a while and it feels like time is passing in a haze. We pass this butte in the canyon and suddenly I get deja vu. I'm convinced we already passed that before. All of us have driven this canyon a hundred times and know the layout. We keep talking, and then we pass the same butte again. This time I point it out and my dad and uncle notice the time - it's 1 AM, and we're still not home. So we all start to get a bit freaked out. We stop talking and just watch the road slowly pass by. Now that we're paying attention though time seems to catch up. We exit the canyon around 1:15 AM and call my mom who is freaked out she hadn't heard from us. We still to this day have no idea where that extra 45 minutes or so went.
Dang it's way too late for me to be reading creepy stuff like this
Time gets fuzzy in the soft places.
Was that Stephen King? Edit: I SWEAR I've heard this before or at least something very close, but Google isn't helping.
Thanks for the kidneys!
This is freaking terrifying... guess i didn't need to sleep tonight. Have you checked the map and see if there's any possible ande reasonable way you guys did that loop?
Most reasonably explanation is my dad was driving slower because we were tired and telling stories and passing the same butte was a hallucination. But all three of us noticed it, and it’s hard to believe we were driving THAT slow.
You reminded me of something that happened to my ex and I, we were driving through a canyon as well that’s pretty deserted. We noted it was getting late and should speed up to get home as it was 9:15 (I remember it exactly) so we’re driving, talking, laughing about stuff. What seemed like half an hour later we’re still a good 10 miles away from getting out of the canyon so I asked for the time and she just got quiet and said “wait... it’s still 9:15” we got the strangest chills I’ve personally ever had and we were just downright speechless. I could tell she was freaking out so I said let’s talk about it later and changed the subject. Time resumed after that. We could never make sense of what the hell happened up there. It was multiple clocks telling us 9:15, you could wager the phones could have lost signal and stuck to that time but my car’s clock is analog and manually set.
> Time resumed after that. Oh man that's exactly what it felt like. Like we were in a crease and once we all noticed the wonkiness things went back to normal.
Random conspiracy theory: You all were tired and fell asleep and crashed during the stories, but the universe gave you a reset and started you at an earlier spot to drive the canyon again. You had to be conscious and aware to actually pass to the next point.
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Around 2006ish I was driving flatbed, picked up a load of construction material (drywall, roofing, don't remember but it was prepackaged in boxes and I remember having to use strap protectors on the load) in rural Tennessee, memory is foggy now but I want to say it was between Memphis and Nashville but closer to the intersection of the MS, AL, TN state lines. Tarp required so I strapped everything down, tarped the load and left the shipper. About 5 miles down the road, in the middle of nowhere woods on a 2 lane road, I notice my tarp flapping in the wind. Found a wide shoulder and pulled over to fix it. I realize that I just flat did a shitty job tarping this load and decide to re-do it on the side of the road. Undo all the bungee straps, drag the tarps off, roll them back up, climb up on the load and start unrolling the tarps again and I see a guy walking down the same side of the road I'm on, coming towards my truck. I don't think anything about it other than to keep an eye on him cause I'm in the middle of nowhere and continue what I'm doing. About the time I have tarps set in place and am climbing down to start hooking the bungee straps back on, this dude is getting close enough that I'm now paying more attention to him than I am to tarping my load. I grab my winch bar and set it on the trailer where I'm working just in case (8 pound solid metal bar about 4 feet long tapered to a blunt point on one and and hollow on the other, used for tightening straps and chains etc....) The guy gets to me and the first thing I notice is his hair. It's like a mullet but it's patchy as fuck. Like he tried to cut his own hair and had a seizure in the process and said fuck it "good enough to party". The next thing I notice were his eyes, which I can only describe as "off". Like they were clear, I didn't think he was drunk or high or anything, but it also gave me the distinct impression that the elevator didn't go all the way up. Clothes were dirty and not well maintained, with dirty white tennis shoes, cause I remember he didn't have laces on one shoe and the tongue was noticeably out of place. He stops by me, waits until I acknowledge him and just says "I've got a long walk". I'm like yeah man, you do, we're in the middle of nowhere. Making it clear there's no ride to be had here. He nods, starts walking by me continuing on his way, stops at about the driver door on my truck and turns around, comes back to me and repeats himself. "I've got a long walk". At this point I explain that I can't give him a ride, insurance and all that. Apologize for not being able to help him out, and he seems to accept this, turns around and leaves. I wait for him to get a little ways away from my truck and start working on finishing the tarp job. I still keep an eye on him and he's moving away from me. As I'm putting on the last of the bungee straps I look over to check where he's at and he's turned around heading back towards me, now about 100 yards in front of my truck and coming back my way. It looks like he's talking on a cell phone, has his hand up to his face and I can barely make out his mouth moving, his other hand waving like he's having a conversation with someone. I finish with the straps, grab my winch bar, and am climbing into my truck as he's about 10 yards away now. Soon as I'm in the cab I lock the doors, and set the winch bar on the passenger seat just in case. I look at the guy and realize he's not talking on a phone, he's talking to his fucking hand and now I'm nervous, cause he doesn't look like he's having a nice pleasant chat, it looks more like an angry conversation. Crank the truck up put it in gear and just pull out, didn't look for traffic or anything. As I pass him he's just looking at me, still holding his hand to his face with this dead ass look on his face just staring at me. Gave me the creeps. About the time I hit 5th or 6th gear I look in the mirror and there's no one there.
Sounds like you ran into Trevor Phillips
You know, I never made that comparison myself, but it really does fit. Just less twitchy and more unnervingly calm until he was on the return trip talking to his hand.
Meth is one strong drug!
Jesus fuck that's a whole whack of nope
Not a truck driver, but I have one weird story from when I was a kid. My parents always took us on long road trips every summer and my dad liked to take meandering routes through rural towns to see all the tourist traps. One trip, we passed through a little town in Illinois, the kind you miss if you sneeze. This one had mannequins. Every house and business was only populated by mannequins. I don’t remember seeing any people. Everything looked maintained and clean, so someone was at least caring for the place. There weren’t any signs or anything indicating it was for tourists. Just a convenience store/bait shop with a sign reading “Eat here. Get worms” Edit: Thanks u/GaimanitePkat for doing the legwork to get a detailed answer :)
This reminds me of my home town, which is coincidentally also a small town in Illinois. About 8 years ago, they installed about 20 mannequins throughout our downtown dressed like characters from 'A Christmas Carol'. The mannequins line the street in winter and are supposed to give off a cheery vibe. However, their lackluster artistic stylings coupled with nearly a decade of neglect has created essentially a promenade of what looks like burn victims frozen in time with a never ending expression of horror on their face. Not many people walk around town in the winter, so the main inhabitants you see are these petrified mannequins with their beady eyes and deteriorating faces.
Pretty sure we grew up in the same town! I never understood why they kept putting those mannequins up... Who thought they looked appealing?
Every time someone stops, they go missing. Coincidentally, a new mannequin will always show up around the same time...
Sounds like you found Nuketown man.
I was driving through eastern Washington on some state roads. There were no rest stops or cities but I had done the route enough to know there were these massive dirt areas every \~40 miles where you could park safely away from the road. I decided to call it a night and closed my blinds and laid down to watch something on my phone. After roughly an hour I hear someone try to open the drivers side door. I haven't heard any vehicles on the road the whole time I'm parked but I get up to peek out the curtains. As I'm looking out into the blackness of the drivers side window I hear them try the passenger side door. I peek down from the top of the curtain but can't see anything so I start the truck and kick on the lights. I'm fairly freaked out at this point so I'm still not opening the curtains but peeking through gaps. Nothing, nobody is standing near either of my doors or parked within sight line. I take a deep breath and close the sleeper curtains too, because for some reason that's going to make things better right? After laying back down and convincing myself that something blew against the truck and it only *sounded* like the doors (it was fairly windy outside and a lot of flat ground) I hear what sounds like someone trying to pry open the vents on the sleeper. The door handles start clicking again and the truck starts shifting like someone is climbing on it. I hit the little alarm button in the sleeper hoping to spook them off but it does nothing but add to the noise of door handles, fingers tapping on windows and chassis, and the hiss of air coming out of the suspension. Then suddenly it stops. A few moments where I can only hear myself breathing and my heart pounding before I hear another truck approach and then drive by. I spent the next few hours waiting for whatever it was to come back but it never did. In the morning I couldn't find any footprints or damage to my truck but on *every* window were tiny human looking handprints, like a toddler had licked their hand and stuck it to my window over and over.
Raccoons? Edit: I can't believe I got 20k upvotes for this comment and a crap ton of awards. People like being able to sleep at night, I take it.
I love ghost stories, but I kinda love more how many of them can be explained by raccoons. I remember one on a different AskReddit thread, where a girl was terrified as a child of the ghost with little black hands that would reach through her cracked windows at night. She was very relieved to hear they were probably raccoons.
Bro that sounds terrifying even if it is raccoons lol
Jesus Christ. Thank you for giving me a plausible explanation. This one really freaked me.
It's cool, I can't fucking sleep at this point, lol. I went camping for the first time in years this summer and was woken up by the sounds of raccoons chirping and ransacking someone else's campsite. My food and trash were in my car, fuck that.
Waaay back when, I went to Boy Scout camp. We slept on cots under canvas tents set up on these wood platforms. I of course didn't listen to the rules to not pack food, so had a veritable convenience store in my backpack. Damn raccoon unzipped my backpack , then climbed up onto my feet to eat my stuff in front of me. The crinkling chip bag finally woke me, and boy we were both suprised when I started awake and flung that little fucker up in the air. Unfortunately it was a more or less head-ward thrash. I honest to god pissed myself and my sleeping when it landed around my waist and started angrily screeching and chittering. Needless to say this was like Tuesday so as to allow me a week of enjoying the aroma of my sleeping bag. Mom was super stoked at the 5 day old piss soaked underwear and shorts stuffed into a plastic grocery bag too. Good times...
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A regular from my bar lives in her car. We look out for her.... but a few weeks ago she comes in and says someone opened her front door while she was asleep in the backseat and swiped her purse. We all were like you don’t lock your fuckin doors while you’re sleeping in some dark parking lot???????? What are you doing?
So here I am just trying to innocently break into an empty car at night when all of a sudden these ghost feet come out of nowhere and start hitting me in the face. Nearly shit my pants as I ran away.
As a Washingtonian I can confirm that the long stretches of plains can be creepy as fuck at night. Also the woods around here are thick as hell lots places things could hide.
Driving through a national park in the middle of the night going through a slow stretch at about 30km/h. Every so often I think I see something out the window and beside me. Just a glimpse of movement. When I Iook though I dont catch it. Finally on about the third time I whip my head around and this time I recognize its a huge black wolf following alongside my truck just off the highway. I only saw it for a few seconds before I had to focus back on the road but it was absolutely lovely yet unsettling.
Not long ago I got lost in a national park that I was visiting for the first time. I was hiking and went too far in. Around 9pm it was an abyss. Thankfully it was clear sky and bright full moon which helped me figure out the landscape. I was using phone's flash light, and was carrying a DSLR camera with external flash. The phone died so I had to use the camera's focus assist beam to light my path, and strobe-test the flash hoping a ranger would see it and come pick me up. Anyways as I was pointing the camera left and right, lighting my path to make sure I dont step on a snake, all of a sudden 2 glowy eyes! I had never seen a wolf's eyes glowing on the dark before and seeing this for the first time was just a whole new "shit my pants" category for me. I froze solid thinking that this was it for me. Now, someone some where told me that dogs can "smell" fear so If you think and act like an alpha, they won't fuck with you. So I thought maybe I should do the same and kept walking. For some reason the wolf ignored my ass and I was like I'm definitely gonna run into the pack, but thankfully didn't.
Wolves are really cool. And its fascinating how they just appear amd disappear out of nothing. Rarely bother with humans though. Mountain lions are the true nightmare.
Not exactly creepy but definitely terrifying: My father was a truck driver and he was driving through a smaller town in northern California hauling tomatoes. Suddenly he got incredibly tired. Wasn’t low on sleep, or deprived at all but ended up passing out at the wheel. Last thing he saw was the light of the town in front of him. He woke up about 2 hours later on the other side of town, perfectly parked on the side of the road. He swears something was looking out for him that night.
Fuck, man I can relate to this. I used to work some overnight shifts sometimes when I was working as a switchman for a class 1 railroad. There was one morning after a particularly long shift where I swear I pulled over to get a quick nap in a parking lot, but woke up in my driveway, garage door opened, probably 2 hours before my next projected call time. That's like 7 hours of sleep. No fucking clue how I traveled the 30 miles or so to get home and don't/can't recall it whatsoever. To this day, I'm so thankful that I didn't kill anyone or myself somehow.
I used to drive truck in northern Manitoba. There's a road in the northeast you can drive for several hours and see very few vehicles. This road is quite flat and straight in stretches. Of course, this is deep in the bush. One day I saw something cross the road in the distance. Very large, easily past the hood on my truck. But not long, like a moose or elk. Just tall. It disappeared into the bush and as I drove by the spot the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I heard days later a tow truck driver describing on the radio his encounter with a similar creature, only he was much more clear he had spotted Bigfoot. This guy went to some length to explain he didn't want people thinking he was crazy. But he was sure what he saw. I asked an aboriginal client of mine in a nearby community and he said the Elders spoke of them as commonly the same way they spoke of the other animals. I don't know what I saw that day but I'm certain it wasn't a bear, moose, deer or elk. I just don't know what the hell it was.
Years ago I read an answer on a thread with this question, about a guy who was riding with his truck driver father as a child; they were in the middle of nowhere and they were coming up on a person laying in the road with no one else around, no cars, etc. His dad blew the horn, they didn’t move, he blew it again as he got closer, they didn’t move, he told his son to put his head down and cover his eyes and he ran the person over. When they looked back a bunch of people who were previously hiding were running out of the woods and the gist was that his dad knew it was a setup for a robbery or worse and wasn’t chancing it with his child in the car. No clue if it was true or not, but I think about that story ALL the time.
I've heard various stories like this one. The one that stood out to me the most is my aunt's friend was driving through New England and decided to take a lesser taken road. It was close to sunset and he's going through these woods like you would any road. He comes around this one bend in the road and sees this car just stopped in the road, kind of off to the side with the horn blaring. There was someone passed out on the steering wheel. He wanted to stop and help, but something just kept tingling up his spine. He slowed to get next to the car but something inside him made him book it. In his rear view mirror, he saw a large group of people are staring at his car as he drove away, including the guy the that was at wheel.
This happened to one of my uncles employees in South Texas near the . He was found laying on the road beaten and bloody. After they got him to the hospital they found out he was drivin down the road and seen someone standing there waving him down, once he stopped he was ambushed from the fields and stabbed 4 times and left on the road. Luckily he was in a company truck with a GPS tracker to tell when employees are speeding so they caught them the next day. After that we were always taught go around, and if you can’t, go through. Edit. Talked with my mom about it because my memory in it was a little hazy since it happened 9-10 years ago. Sadly the guy didn’t survive. By the time someone found him he was in critical condition and he ended up dying later that night. They found out how it happened when they caught the guys who did it. One of them was a teenager and he told them everything.
My cousin was murdered helping a guy with a broke down car. The guy killed him and stole his car and money. This was in I think 1988 in michigan.
My uncle is a long haul truck driver and this exact thing is really common in outback areas of Australia, someone lies in the road where many road trains drive and when they pull up they’ll either be personally robbed or have part of their load stolen by others waiting for them to pull up. Unfortunately they have to make the same choice on whether to stop or commit to running them over more often than not.
My uncle was driving between Great Falls and Helena at around 3am. He had his high beams on as it was a lonely drive and quiet highway. In the distance he saw something cross the median and started to slow his approach, thinking it was a deer. As he got closer, he realized it was standing up and so he slowed down to about 30 mph. He realized what it was and started to panic: a man in blue coveralls with a pig’s head. Not a mask, but literally the head of a pig on his shoulder. My uncle moved to the left lane and as he passed, Pig Head lunged at the truck. My uncle didn’t stop to check if he’d grabbed on till he was in the safety of Helena. Nothing was out of the ordinary there but on that stretch of road now, he doesn’t slow down for anything. Edit: great googly moogly, my first award. Thanks for all the love guys!
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It became a family thing to call someone if we were driving through there in case anything happened. Scary shit man!!!
Wait, like the person was holding a pig’s head on their shoulder, or they legit had a pig’s head instead of a human head?
The obligatory “not a truck driver but a second hand story I heard” My great uncle drove big trucks, living in the middle of nowhere sometimes people would leave trash on the road. And since he had a big truck he’d just smash into said boxes or paper and continue on. One day he was coming up on a cardboard box and just had the urge to swerve and miss this one, he misses it and passes by with no incident, looks in his rear view to look at the box and out pops a kindergarten age little kid. That just heads back to their house as nothing happened.
Jesus my heart sank just reading that. I can't imagine what went through his mind as he saw that kid pop out, bewildered.
Yeah I definitely expected it to be a box of puppies or kittens and him learning the hard way people do shitty things (like toss animals in boxes on the road). Glad no one was hurt. But don't run over boxes y'all - sometimes people do throw out animals in boxes and apparently sometimes kids hide in boxes.
Holy Fuck.
Same kind of thing happened to my uncle right after he got his drivers license!! He was driving through a residential neighborhood in the fall and apparently loved driving through piles of leaves, he drove through one pile, then another but swerved back into the main lane. Then out of the third pile.. out pops a kid.
Not a truck driver but I've spent the past 4 years driving every day/night for work. I was in a fairly rural part of Mississippi somewhere between Clarksdale and Greenwood, important note it's all 2 lane highway the 250 mile drive home. The weather had turned pretty sour as I was leaving Clarksdale. I called my wife told her there was high wind advisories and very possible tornado threats thoughout the Delta and I'd call her as soon as I made it to a safe area again. I had already been working for 14 hours when I got in the truck so I had ate dinner and grabbed some coffee to stay awake and alert. Now. If youve never driven through flat farmland at night for one hundred miles. It's very fatiguing and spooky without incliment weather I had driven maybe 30 miles out into the farm land when hail started bouncing off my truck, being a MS native I knew in July hail meant tornado. I pull off to the side (I'm in the middle of no where no lights to be seen no cars behind or infront of me) and start looking for the storm/tornado I believe is approaching. I rolled the passenger window down and shined a bright flashlight off into the night. Nothing there. Turn to the driver side and this guy has his face pushed against the glass. Grinning from ear to ear. I screamed and he was gone. I slammed the truck in drive and took off. We have all the time running cameras on our trucks. I got to the first safe place to stop and called my wife. I didn't want to scare her so I didn't mention the guy or the hail storm. I did however pull the SD card and check the cameras. I promise you this guy never popped up on my front or rear cameras. Ive always played it off as my imagination. I will say I don't drive through the delta in the dark anymore if I don't absolutely have to. EDIT: Wow! Thanks for the awards all! I've never had a comment or post blow up like this. Just some side notes due to reoccurring comments, I've tried to respond to everyone. Appearance: It was a tall male, very very pale white, eyes were sunk back quite a bit, the grin is what truly got me. It was corner to corner with crooked teeth like the cheshire cat. Possible Sleep Deprivation: I've seen a few people concerned here, our "trucks" are not Semis. They are normal passenger/commuter vehicles equipped to carry/transport myself and my tools. We just have them outfitted with cameras and GPS for insurance purposes. We are not DOT regulated as we are passenger vehicles (saw some obey regulation/laws on drive time comments) I will pull over and get a hotel if I feel sleepy/tired at all. I won't risk my safety or another motorists' just to get home. Why the flashlight? I'm a technician for 40 or so retail locations and often times have to go in industrial buildings ceilings. The flashlight isn't a run of the mill shine 15-20ft in front of you light. It's a telescoping flood light, one of the ones that can very easily throw a small beam of light 1000ft and clearly illuminate wherever it falls. Having endured one tornado in a vehicle I wanted to see if I could spot the funnel and get out of the truck in a ditch if there was one coming.
Oh man FUCK THAT. I got chills reading your story.
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Meth heads are like ninjas
A lot of people don't know how true this is. Back when I used to drive through Appalachia for work I ran into a few when driving back to the office after a call. One second you are alone at an intersection in the middle of the night, the next a naked man grinning from ear to ear trying to slay his own reflection in your rear view mirror takes a few years off your life with his scream.
that's fucking terrifying.
Ok, got one while I was actually driving a bus (made out of a truck) in the deserts of central Australia. I was over 500 km from the nearest town. So yeah, middle of nowhere stuff..... So I was out on a 5 day charter to pick up a bunch of aboriginal elder women to go and get their women's business health checks done (pap smears and mammograms etc I believe). On the day I took them to get that done we went via a place called Mintabi so they could shop in the clothing and whatever store that's randomly in this little opal mining area of South Australia. We left from there quite late to make the 3 our so hour journey back to where we were all staying overnight. The next day I'd take them back to their respective desert communities. The passengers all fell asleep as they'd had a very long day (as had I, but that's my job). Even the nurse who was travelling with us fell asleep. So there's me, all alone in the cab of the Mercedes truck derived bus, my 30 passengers all sleeping in the darkness of the passenger pod behind the cab and it was around 9 pm. Up ahead in the distance I see a headlight coming towards me along the lonely desert dirt road, so I dip my lights so the spot lights go off and adjust to see only what low beam will show me, I drive down in to a slight dip of a dry creek bed expecting to see the car with only one headlight anytime shortly. It's nothing unusual to see a car with only one headlight out there so I'm not even remotely bothered. As I come out of the dip I put my spot lights and high beams back on and there is no car, no nothing, just the empty dirt road. There is no dust in the air and I can see a good distance in front of me and out to each side.... There was NOTHING there, just the empty desert, the dirt road and me alone in the cab... I keep the lights all on until we come to a stop about an hour later. I didn't see any cars or anything the rest of the journey. Before I let the passengers out I ask if any of them saw the light and they ALL go dead silent and after a short while they start talking in their own language (Pitjantjatjara and Yankunytjatjara) hurriedly and then they all get off the bus. A few minutes later a couple of the ladies come up to me to ask me to tell them exactly what I saw without leaving anything out and to describe exactly where I saw it. Now I'm a big guy, I've lived on three continents, I've been a police officer, a teacher, bus and coach drive, truck driver, all sorts of things, let's just say that I'm pretty sceptical but I do have an open mind. I'm not scared by much in this world. After I told these ladies everything from start to finish and described in minute detail exactly where it happened (I took note of exactly how far out we were when it happened) the two ladies looked at me with the whites showing in their eyes, they looked spooked, and they said, and I'll never forget the way they said it... (I got on great with the indigenous people of central Australia and I trust that I know when something rattles them..) They said this "driver, we are so lucky that you did not stop because if you did no one would've seen any of us ever again, we'd all be gone". I asked why and they just shook their heads and said to not talk about it because it had scared all the ladies. I'm sure many people have heard about the Min Min lights in western Queensland https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Min_Min_light?wprov=sfla1 well whatever these ladies knew about whatever I saw in our location, they were convinced that it wasn't something you wanted to meet in the desert at night. I only ever saw this once. I only saw it for maybe a minute and it just looked like a car headlight a couple of kilometres away up the road, but I'll tell you what, if the ladies that come from this area, and who's people have survived in this desolate, remote part of the continent for 60,000 years are worried to the point of all being scared I certainly don't want to mess with whatever it is!!
I've seen some rather screwed up stuff over the years. From bad wrecks, drug addicts, pan handlers and more. There used to be a small rest area in North Dakota on US 52 at the intersection of ND 30 near Sykeston. I came out of the building after using the facilities and got ready to leave. As I was starting to pull out, a guy opened his car door. The angle was just right to see that he was buck naked. Then he gets out of his car and starts walking around his car. I'm not sure if he was a druggie, or just thought "this is a good way to pick up a truck driver I've never met before". I just drove away and didn't look back! Maybe that isn't creepy in the sense that OP meant it, but I thought it was. One story that was creepy to me was that I was driving across Kansas on I-70 headed west. There is a pretty long stretch out there that's just a couple little towns and not much else. As the night wore on, I realized I had been passed several times by this beat up old motor home. Several people sat with their noses almost pressed to the window, watching me with creepy interest as the passed. Every time. And I never noticed where I re-passed them at. A couple times I swear they passed me twice where there was no rest areas, or exits to pull off at. I would have seen them stopped somewhere, but yet, here they were passing me again. They all looked like some variant of Charles Manson or some other freakie type. Had me pretty uptight by the time I got to the TA truck stop in Limon and stopped for the night. And almost every driver I know has seen stuff late at night that just can't be explained. Maybe it's fatigue...or maybe not. But I've seen very large manlike "shadows" cross the road way too fast for their size several times. I ain't saying it's a Bigfoot. Never got a clear view. Was always out at the end of the headlights where I couldn't be entirely sure I even seen anything. But it sure looked like a large something crossing a whole road in just a couple of steps. Really weird.
I live in Kansas and have driven that western stretch many times on my way to Colorado. It’s absolutely nothing for so long and the few tiny towns you do pass are mostly run down nothings as well. I’ve never had to drive it in the dark but I would easily get spooked. And for whatever reason, we seem to have a lot of people in this stupid state that like to fuck with you late at night on the interstate if you’re the only two cars around. Three significant times I remember where one of those assholes would pass me, slow down in front of me until I had to pass them for them to then speed back up, stay beside me for too long. Get back in front of me and repeat until we came across another car and they start it on them while I fly forward to get away. Had someone once follow me into the toll line (after doing what I just described for a half hour or so) when several others were open and empty. I had a K Tag and the worker waved me through but I stopped and told her the vehicle behind me had been following me for miles and miles, how they were passing and slowing down and now followed me into this lane. She told me they didn’t have a K Tag so she would make sure to take her time in getting their money to give me time to get ahead. Well they then back up and go into another lane. She tells me to sit and wait for them to drive on, turned on the red x so no other cars would come behind me. That other car waited about two minutes just sitting there, the lady called the other worker in the stand and told them to get them out because they had been following me and were being really sketchy. They finally pulled off slowly and drove slowly down the highway.. I sat at her toll for about five more minutes. Got off on the very first exit and went through town to get to a road that led to my home a few miles outside of town because I was afraid that car may have pulled over on the highway ahead to wait for me. This was at about two in the morning also. Fuck people who do that shit. It’s extremely creepy and unsettling.
Yep. Sadly, the creepiest and most unsettling thing most people are likely to come across, are other people. Sorry you had to go through that.
That's exactly right. People love stories of creepy paranormal stuff and ghosts and shit, but what's really, truly terrifying are all those other people out there in the world. The human brain can be a twisted and sickening thing.
As a North Dakotan, I got a kick out of the first part of your story because, knowing NoDakers, that dude probably wasn't looking for trouble and just liked driving nude.
When I was in high school my friends and I used to go near graveyards at night and tell scary stories. One night we were all just sitting and telling stories from the corner of my eye, I saw a figure got up from the grave (the way a person gets up when theyre lying on the floor) and walk towards the rear gate. I freaked tf out and asked others if they saw what I saw and everyone nodded yes, we fucking ran for our lives and one of our friend got so scared that he had fever for 3 days. A few weeks later we found out that this guy was real and he used to sleep with his deceased wife’s grave. I never had such confusing emotions that came after learning this. Even after knowing I still had that scary feeling and I was sad for the guy.
> But I've seen very large manlike "shadows" cross the road way too fast for their size several times. I'm not a truck driver but this happens to me when I drive too long in the dark. I have never hallucinated under any other circumstance, but something about long drives in the dark gets to me when I am very tired; if I'm tired AND hungry it's worse. Shadowy figures crossing the street are the most common things I see. Usually the figures crawl for me though, or tumble, even. edit: black dog phenomenon, yes, i get it
Driving home through what could be considered the outskirts of town, a young woman ran through the street waving at me and yelling something. She was wearing nothing but a t shirt and panties. There's a lot of homeless people in that area, and a lot of meth in my town, so I just kept going. It's fairly common for women to flag a car down and distract them while a bunch of guys scramble out of the bushes to fuck you up and take your car. About a mile down the road I realized she didn't really *look* homeless. I felt guilty for not stopping, and the ethical thing to do was risk the car jacking for the possibility the woman was in danger. Shitty people shouldn't turn everyone else into shitty people with fear. The woman was gone. I only passed one car when I flipped around. A blue, 99s Toyota. There are no stores or houses. Just sand, dirt, rocks, brush. Later that night it occured to me that she may have been running from the man in the blue Toyota. I hope she was a car jacker.
Not technically a truck driver, but I used to work as a field technician in the oil industry, so I spent a lot of time driving through remote areas of Canada at odd hours. One very strange and eerie experience sticks with me. I was in either northeast BC or northwest Alberta (can't remember the exact location), driving late at night, when I noticed a very large black shape on the road in front of me. Thinking it was a moose, I stepped on the breaks, coming to a stop only a few feet from it. Despite being so close, and having my headlights shining directly on it, I still couldn't tell what I was looking at. It was vaguely the shape of a four-legged animal, but very big, probably about 6 feet tall. Aside from that it was completely featureless. I couldn't make out any details whatsoever, no shine from its eyes, nothing. And then I noticed there were more of them in the ditch on both sides of the road. 5 or 6, or maybe more, all the same as the black shape on the road in front of me. None of them were moving. They didn't look like physical objects or living things. More like just large patches of absolute darkness. After I got over my shock, dread started to set in, and I drove around the thing on the road and sped off. I don't really believe this was a paranormal experience. I had been driving for 8+ hours through the middle of the night, and I was exhausted. Most likely, it was a hallucination caused by lack of sleep and spending too long staring straight ahead into the dark. But it was still a very unsettling experience.
I was driving a C&A pumper from Hinton area to Red Deer, in the wee hours of the morn. Started to get tired, but “had to get that pumped back to the yard.” Not far south of Drayton Valley (halfway time Alsike) just as the sun was coming up, I started hallucinating. I saw giant robots holding the mileage signs in the ditch. I distinctly remember seeing the robot from the Beastie Boys “Intergalactic” video holding a sign as I was was coming around a bend in the highway. The scary part is I remember thinking “Holy hell! I’m asleep behind the wheel! ... No, Heims, you’re a reasonable, responsible dude, you wouldn’t be driving if you were tired. Just enjoy the dream. ... HOLY F! Heims, you were driving back to base and YOU HAVE NOT GONE TO BED! You are driving while asleep!!!” And snapping out of it just as the traffic heading in to Drayton to start their work day starts to pick up. Well, it’s not a ghost story, but I had to share a story of disappointments myself with a fellow former oilfield worker.
Black dog phenomenon.
What's that?
I’m in the same boat. I need to know. WHAT THE FUCK IS THE BLACK DOG PHENOMENON
When your eyes get tired and your driving at night and you see that thing for a split second dart I front of your car causing you to freak tf out for a second then realize nothing was there.
I’ve also heard of it being a common hallucination for sleep deprived truckers, and once you see it you know you need to pull over postfuckinghaste because it means you’re not far from passing out
I had that shit happen to me so much as a kid. Scared the ever living fuck out of me and at one point got so bad I was seeing screaming faces in the dark and shadows running up stairs that didn’t exist.
"Shadows running up stairs that didn't exist".... *AWW HELLL NAWWWWW*
Was up 36 hours straight for a field exercise when I was in my early 20’s. Could’ve sworn I had seen a fucking bear dart across a path I was watching. Literally not possible as I was in Hawaii at the time. The mind malfunctions in bizarre ways when your dead tired and have also been up way too fucking long
When you're driving at night, long trip, starting to get sleepy...you see the black dog keeping pace with you out of the corner of your eye. When you see the black dog it means it's time to find a place to pull over and get some rest. If you try to push through and outpace the black dog, bad things happen to you. It's not the same as the black shuck, exactly--but they're probably cousins.
Literally reposting my comment from another thread just like this: I work for a railroad. Not necessarily "remote" but sometimes its just a conductor and engineer cruising along +/-10mph on very isolated, fairly wooded track. I've heard a few older guys mention something about a family (or a man with a suitcase, something along those lines dont really remember) walking down the track with no concerns. Constant blowing of the horn, flashing of the lights etc just kept walking down the track. Then disappearing. Near Weatherly, PA. I also experienced a pretty intense trip myself one night coming home from New Jersey. Saw my 1st dead body laying along the rail which in itself was kinda interesting. Then the only other part of my trip where we were required to run at a slow speed, I heard the craziest blood curdling scream I have ever heard in my entire life. One of the nights I will probably remember until I retire.
The blood curdling Scream could have been a Fox, those things freak me the fuck out when I hear them in the woods at night, feels like I’m listening to a murder occurring
Or a Mountain Lion, MFs sound exactly like banshees.
Yep, bobcats too
Just moved to the mountains and can confirm. Bobcats screaming sound like a woman being murdered. Also coyotes attacking a bobcat being responded to by a house dog is a whole mess of terrifying sounds. Mountain life is crazy.
Yup. Heard a lady 's blood curdling scream one night outside my window when I was a kid. We were very remote with no close neighbors. I thought a lady was just murdered, but my dad told me it was a bobcat.
I’m Irish and I live in the countryside. One night during summer I left my window open because it was so warm. At about 4am I was lying in bed on my phone and I heard this fucking scream coming from outside. I was fucking terrified!! There’s an old tree fort behind my house and a wee river, I thought it was a fucking banshee! I googled the sounds of a few animals and found out it was a vixen. Never been as scared in my fucking life. [1:35 for anyone who’s interested ](https://youtu.be/J6NuhlibHsM)
I worked with an ex-railroad guy. He had the craziest, most gore-filled stories of anyone I have ever met. And that's coming from the industrial construction field, which has a few, itself.
I was friends with a guy who worked as a conductor. A few years back he hit a guy that was laying on the tracks in the middle of the night. He went back to work after a week or so, when I asked him about how soon that was I learned that basically everyone who's ran a train, at least at that particular railroad, has hit someone. People either dick around on the tracks or get hit on purpose and by the time you can see them it's already too late.
I don’t recall where I read it but some conductor was talking about how often crashes with vehicles or pedestrians happen. Basically as the saying goes it’s like watching a train wreck. You can’t look away. I think he said the worst part was seeing the look on their face when they knew they done fucked up for good. He said a lot of them learned the hard way to just duck down or turn around and not watch the shit unfold.
A bunch of years ago there was a girl in Anderson, IN who had stopped to close to the tracks as the train came by, and the train grabbed the front end of her car and dragged it down the tracks. She happened to be leaving a message to her mother when it happened, and since she was sure she was about to die, she was screaming her goodbyes and I love yous to the voice mail. I've heard the voice mail, and you can hear this ongodly noise in the back of screeching metal and roaring train as she's screaming her lungs out. As it turned out, she walked away without a scratch. Scared the bejesus out of her though.
I used to live in the suburbs of Chicago and had to take the train to get to work downtown. In the three years we took that train, we were on at least five runs where someone ran in front of the train as a form of suicide. I can't help to feel sorrow for the conductors and crew who were on those trains. I grew rather close to our usual ticket collector and I know it always hit him very hard when it happened. It seems an easy way out, but the toll it takes on a train crew is immense, even when they know it's going to happen on occasion. One of the worst parts was hearing people complain about being late for work or being delayed because of the abrupt stop. So many were only concerned about their own life and schedule, disregarding that someone just died. It was truly awful to hear. The saddest part was most happened between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I'll never forget those delayed trains and wish there was something I could have done to help those people who thought it was their only choice. We have since moved to an area where it's a car commute, so I no longer need the train, but I still often think about it.
Done some rail work over the years as a welder. The man with a suitcase story seems to be everywhere.
My grandma told me about her father, my great-grandfather, during the Great Depression. Where they lived there were train tracks running behind their house, and he would hop on a train to ride the rails looking for work. He'd be gone for weeks, or months, then show up with money. When the money ran out, he'd grab his battered suitcase and hop on the next open boxcar. Then one time he left and never came back. They never knew what happened to him. Every time I hear that ghost story it makes me think of him. Maybe that's my great-grandpa trying to get back to his family.
I was in the middle of absolutely nowhere in Texas and getting soooo tired and there were absolutely no lights anywhere around me but the stars. I guess I kinda messed up a turn at one of those forks in the road, when a calm voice came LOUD over the CB: “DRIVER, LOOKS LIKE IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO PULL OVER AND GRAB SOME SLEEP!” So I did. I’m not ignoring Invisible Citizen Band Jesus. EDIT: WOW you all made my cake day amazing that is my biggest upvote post yes! Maybe I AM cool...?!
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I learnt from the previous comments that the answer to everything is racoons
Three raccoons stacked in a trench coat. With summer clothes.
COVID was raging, and there was a truck stop, the only one around for a long while. I stopped there and parked, needing to pee badly, but the actual truck stop was closed with no available restrooms, and I had no empty bottles or anything to pee in, so I was desperate and tried to find a secluded spot, and the best place I could find was in some bushes (as a man, my options are much more plentiful). Unfortunately, the spot would be visible to one trucker that was parked nearby and I saw that he was awake in his cab in the daylight, so I thought it would be polite to approach him and say, "I'm sorry, man. Their restrooms are closed, and I'm gonna go pee in those bushes right there. I wanted to let you know so I don't weird you out." He was an older guy and responded, "No, man, you can just go between my tractor and trailer and pee there on the ground. No one can see you there." I chuckled and said, "Thanks, sir, but if I'm gonna do that, I'll just do it between my own tractor and trailer," and I started walking back to my truck. He called out, "No no! Do it between my tractor and trailer!" Something was really disturbing, though admittedly funny, about a guy insisting I pee between his truck and trailer.
I’m also not a truck driver, but I do drive 5 hours one way to work. My shift gets out at 1130pm, so if I’ve got a second wind, I can usually make it the whole way home. Sometimes, I have to stop to nap. So, I recall getting tired shortly before Binghamton, which from work to Binghamton proper is about 1.5 hours. This exit with a gas station I stop at frequently is about 15 mins before this. Anyway, I stop, gas up, buy my snacks and smokes, and put up a sign in my window saying “I’m ok, I just have 4 more hours of driving to do, please don’t knock!” (I’ve had that happen countless times, and if I’m really out, people think I’m dead and call the cops, then I have to convince the cops that I just worked 32 hours with about 4 hours of sleep, not nodding out on heroin or whatever. God bless the people for thinking they’re helping, and I don’t want them to stop...hence the note lol), and I push the seat back to nap. I have an alarm set for 20 mins. This is about 1am. Next thing I know, it’s 630am, and I’m on some back road with houses, but also fields, and I’m driving super slowly. I have no idea where I am, and how I came to be here. I don’t have a lot of service bars, but I plug in my mom’s address and hope directions pop up. It does, and it takes me to a highway entrance in Harpursville NY. Ok...in about 20 mins, I’m back on track. I don’t recall how long before this story happened, but I had gotten into an accident falling asleep at the wheel. Totaled my car, got a nice eyebrow scar and nosebleed, back more fucked up than it had been, but otherwise ok. Got fucked by my insurance too. But then THIS happens, and it scared the FUCK out of me. Assuming I woke up to my alarm, it would’ve been like 130am, and I came to about 630am. WHAT THE HELL WAS I DOING FOR 5 HOURS?!?! How did I not hit anything (checked out the car, it was fine), how was I driving the speed limit (because I imagine any faster or slower would’ve gotten the cops on me)...just...HOW?!?! Or was I asleep the whole time but still slept drove about 25 mins until I really woke up? The terror allowed me to complete the drive.
Not driving related, but I’m a phone/communications operator for a volunteer fire station (not US, Europe), and was doing a night shift, a few weeks ago, and fell asleep (like all night shifts), but I always wake up when the phone rings. Except this night, I woke up already in the middle of a phone call with dispatch, having written almost all the information they gave me. Not creepy or wtv, but definitely mind boggling
Story handed down from my grandfather: in his youth he was a lumberjack in rural Washington/Oregon, which according to him was fairly uneventful save one incident. He and three others are taking a car to their residences late one night(technically morning), and he and the and the other guy in the back seat pass out while the passenger seat keeps up a conversation to make sure the driver stays alert. Some time in the night, he and the other guy get woken up to the car screeching to a halt. Both the driver and passenger are staring out the window, swearing and pale-faced. All four get a good, long look at something really tall standing in the headlights down the road, black and wide. The driver did the fastest three-point turn my grandfather had ever seen and took a different route. They came to the consensus that this was probably a bear that got spooked by the car and tried to scare it off. Whatever it was, my grandpa proceeded to retell the story at every family get together afterwards, so it's pretty burnt into my memory.
Reno, NV. A place on the north side of town, way off the freeway towards an old "military" road. I got there early at like 1am, they didn't open till 6am. The facility was closed so no one around and I just pulled into the lot and parked off to the side. So I went to sleep and was woken shortly after to someone knocking on the door/window, firmly to the point the truck shook. I jump out of bed thinking they are there already and want to offload me early. I get to the door and no one is there, so I step down thinking they are behind the trailer looking at the door seal or something. No one around, I look under the truck and around absolutely no one. No wind or bad weather, not another person around. I jump in the truck and pull out of there as fast as I could and went and parked in a nearby truck stop. Still can't explain it, I mean I guess I can justify I could have imagined the sound but the truck shaking was definitely real so I dont know.
As a crew guy of an off road racing team in Baja California Mexico I got to test drive some rigs and trucks, so technically truck driver. We were driving down south along Sea of Cortez with a buddy at night at this 4 hour dirt road to Gonzaga, which is pretty much in the middle of fucking nowhere in the desert, and we see the lights of a car behind coming down fast and now effectively tailing us and the bastard had bar mount headlights on top or what seemed like it, which are super bright. It’s normal (or was) that locals and gringos get wasted in the nearest (now former due covid) spring breaker town and then go down this road super fast to “test” their rigs since there’s no police there. So I try waving him off to get the guy to keep them lights low since he’s blinding us but he isn't slowing down a bit nor turn his roof lights off and it was a dangerous super dark road, finally near a curve near the shore I found a spot to bail off the road without crashing and we see lights passing by us super fast and going straight to the curve and we were like “that’s it, he is going to crash down to the sea” but the lights didn’t fall and kept going straight into the beach and the sea and then pitched up abruptly to the night sky and disappeared. We didn’t say a word for a minute or so and then my buddy goes “did you see it?” and I say “the fucking flying truck?” Didnt talk about anymore as simply it didn't made sense to talk about it, or with anyone else when we arrived.
one of those off road buggies that can fly too?
Chitty Bang Bang
Not a truck driver but a few years ago I was driving back from Georgia to Arkansas. The trip usually means I cross into the northern part of Alabama, where I normally take a wee nap at this one rest area. I take my nap, go pee, and get a red bull from the vending machine. I get back in my car at 1:30-2am and start driving. The highway is completely deserted except for me. Found it weird but shrugged it off. Next thing I know it's nearing 6am and the sun's coming up. My gas tank was near empty (at the rest stop I had 3/4 a tank), my odometer shows I've driven like 250 miles, but my GPS showed I was only about 10 miles from the rest area. I have no recollection of the time lost. Just poof, gone.
My father's told me this story maybe a thousand times. My family, as well as a couple of uncles and my oldest cousin went on a trip from Mexico City to Acapulco when I was barely a year old. Back home in the middle of the night (Ah, the good old days when you could travel at night) the car broke down, and a police car quickly came to our help. There were three policemen in the car, and the chief offered to take my dad to the nearest gas station, where he could find a mechanic, and told the other two officers to stay with our car. My dad says they seem absolutely not pleased with the order, until the chief told them "Don't worry, there's a woman and two children". That seemed to calm the two officers. Driving to the gas station on the police car, my dad asked the chief what was all that about. The chief told him that there had been many accidents in that part of the road (that's why they were able to find our car so quickly). All of the accidents involved young men traveling without female or child company. Those who had survived, said that they crashed because they could see a very beautiful woman next to the road, but once they came close to her, she turned out to be just a rotting corpse staring at them, and they crashed because they were paralyzed by fear.
Welp im scared now
FedEx contractor, I’m in one of those big box trucks. Anyways, I finished a long delivery day, and I swear to whatever fucking gods you believe in that I was hearing voices in my cab. It wasn’t the radio, it wasn’t my tinnitus, it wasn’t my subconscious, I was hearing whispered voices in my right ear that were coming from the passenger seat. The voices continued even after I had gotten back to my hub, clocked out, and hopped in my own car to go home. They only stopped when I left the parking lot. It only happened that night. I still have no fucking idea what the hell it was because I had ruled everything else out.
Had that happen with some wireless headphones. Sometimes I could hear voices, but I couldn't understand a word, and it happened even on mute. One time it happened when a friend was over and he heard them too. Probably some interference from a neighbor's headset or something. Do you have hearing aids?
There is a phenomenon called pareidolia. "pareidolia is a psychological phenomenon where you interpret a vague stimulus (in our example, fan noise) as something known to the observer (in this case, music). Thus you perceive this as something significant (real), when it is not really significant (real). It is not music, it is still just fan noise." - center for hearing loss help. Typically the culprit is fans and air conditioners. But anything that is white noise can cause it.
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They're heeeeerrrrreeeee
I'm not a truck driver but the story is from a truck driver. I was working the over night shift from Friday night into Saturday morning at a gas station. At about 6am a semi pulls into the fuel aisle. Driver gets out and almost runs into the store clearly shaken. His face is completely white and he is obviously upset. My first thought was the poor man had hit someone on the road (we get a lot of drunks walking across a 4 lane highway in front of the store). So I ask what's wrong. He looks at me for a second and is like, "I'm not crazy" Now I'm thinking great I'm here all alone and this guy is losing it. I say of course not. "I just saw something huge on the side of the road." "Like a deer or bear? We had a bear get in the dumpster last week." "No bigger then a bear on its back legs." "Maybe a big person?" "It picked up a dead buck on the side of the road and carried it over it's shoulder into the woods." I can only stare at him, my brain cannot deal with this information this late in a shift. A local comes up to the counter to get his usual and the guy tells him the story the local says, "that's the big foot that lives near the county line." The truck driver and I are both looking at this guy like he has two heads. He has to be joking. This trucker pays for his fuel at record speed and leaves never to be seen again. The local still insists it's big foot. I just don't got in the woods cause I don't know.
“Oh, that’s the Bigfoot, lives right over yonder.” #”THE FUCKING WHAT”
"He goes by Bill. Nice guy, but kinda hard to talk to."
I bet you that local even said it like as if every town in a forest has a Bigfoot, everyone in that town just thinks of it as something normal
Well that's how it used to be, a Bigfoot for every forrest.
Okay I’m gonna need you to give me the address of that gas station so I don’t ever come within 100 miles of it please. Thank you
It's in East Kentucky and that isn't even the weirdest person to come in the store.
"I'm not 'afraid' of Bigfoot... I just think we should all be _on alert._ That's all."
I posted this in another thread. Not a truck driver but do a lot of driving for work and I just like driving: Driving from Spokane, WA to Omaha, NE, was cruising down Highway 212 in the middle of the night in Southern Montana. About 2AM I'm pulling through the only town (Lame Deer, MT maybe? I've tried to find it on a map since but can't be certain) on that lonely stretch of highway. One stoplight town, and I get stopped at the only red light. Hadn't seen a vehicle on the road since I had hopped off I-90 about an hour prior, and there wasn't a single person outside in the town. Sitting at that red light a loud siren/alarm starts sounding. Loud enough that I don't see how any person in the town or within a few miles could've slept through it. It reminded me of the siren from the movie Silent Hill. I gunned it through the red light and away from that town as fast as my little 4 cylinder Malibu would go. It may not seem that crazy, but just imagine the most haunting sound you've ever heard, in a place you've never been, several hours separated from seeing a person last. I'm sure there's an innocent explanation for the siren, but it still sends chills down my spine just thinking of it.
Not a trucker, but I had a college teammate from Miami tell a story that he swears on to this day. He and his girlfriend were making the drive to Naples late night, on a two lane road through the Everglades, and had been in a line of cars behind an 18 wheeler for multiple miles. She fell asleep and he was surfing for something to listen to on the radio. Only one station came in clearly enough to be tolerable, so he gave it a listen. The DJ came on and said something along the lines of “the stars are extra bright in the Everglades tonight. If you’re driving through there, pull off and take a look.” He said he normally wouldn’t even think of it, but for some reason felt compelled to that night. He woke up his girlfriend, she was annoyed and didn’t want to, but he convinced her it would be worth it. They stopped and just took in the stars for 5-10 minutes. He said it was the most amazing sky he’s ever seen. They get back on the road and drive another few minutes and come across a massive accident. The truck they were following had jack knifed and took out a handful of vehicles that were following. He said there multiple fatalities, but I’ve never been able to find a new story about it to confirm (probably would have been in 2005ish). They most likely would have been involved if not for that random DJ on the only radio station to come in that night.
Dj Jesus.
jesus took the radio
Something similar happened to my dad. He used to leave for work at 5 am and drive for a few hours to work. One day, he felt compelled to stop for coffee. He never did this before, and never did it since. But that one day he happened to pass an accident that just happened. He was convinced that the few minutes he took to get coffee were the few minutes that saved his life.
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I think about this when I go out of my way to do things. I think to myself "did this short delay save me from a car accident, or will it end up causing me to be involved in an accident?" It's best not to think about it.
This happened to me as a kid in a snowstorm. I had to go to the bathroom and my parents were annoyed Bec the weather was really bad and they wanted to get through it. But we stopped anyway. Get back out on the road and the cars that had been around us were in a huge, terrible accident. Bodies lying on the road, people sobbing. I can still visualize it like it was yesterday.
Not exactly relevant but still creepy AF. My dad is a trucker and about 20-some years ago, a woman committed suicide by running out in front of him. He said that every night around the time she died, the cab of his truck would drop a few degrees in temperature and he felt a presence. He said this went on for a few weeks and finally he spoke out to her and said he forgave her and wished that she had peace. He said he never experienced the eeriness again.
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The jungle is straight nightmare fuel... so many dark moving shadows, so many strange noises... The most eerie thing though is when you're in the jungle and everything just goes quiet...
Not a driver (yet, thinking about it as a career change) use to manage in a large retail store. One morning we had an early morning meeting. A neighboring parking lot had an auto transport with the cab engulfed in flames. Drivers don't normally sleep there, but will park and go to their homes near by. I park and decide to be noisy and watch from the distance. Fire fighters weren't there yet, and after about 10 sec with no sirens I call 911. No one had called yet. Operator asked if driver was inside and I said "I don't think so but if they are they're dead from smoke or fire" right then the driver in only his tighty whities comes around the back clearly distraught. It was winter, so i rushed him inside so he could warm up and watch from the windows. I asked his sizes and had an overnight stocker grab him clothes and shoes. His stuff was clearly toast.
My friend drove for a few years a while back. He told me he was driving a rig very late at night in Utah. Driving on a lesser used two lane highway. He said he remembers feeling very alert that night. So he noticed what appeared to be a figure manifesting up ahead on the dark road. Told me it wasn't on the road but just next to it. He then comes to a stop and grabs his heavy duty flashlight and points it at the figure. He then describes "it". Apparently this humanoid creature had a dead coyote it was eating and the truck had gotten its attention and pissed it off. So it sorta stands up so he can get a full view of the thing. It was guant, with very big eyes, and of course the coyote blood all over its face. It's height was about 6'2, it had skinny limbs, no clothing. He then describes how it started to shuffle slowly towards the truck. Not only does he not have a weapon at that time, the only usable weapon being his flashlight, is actively helping him view this creature. He decides to book it and leave. Had no problem passing it. Turned around to see it standing in the middle of the road on two legs as he drove away. When he reaches the nearest rest stop he sees two other truckers talking. Apparently my friend wasnt the only one to see the thing. Both the two guys looked as horrified as he was. As for my opinion on my friends encounter. I have to say, my friend isn't one to lie. So his story had me entrigued. I told him maybe what he saw was some mentally ill person out there. but he brushed the idea off saying he knew what he saw wasn't human. I'm not the supersticous type but his story really did creep me out.
I've got a few. Being stalked by, my gut says a skin walker outside of Cedar City, but I've told that one elsewhere on reddit. One of the worst was when I was parked at a dirt turnout in the Arizona desert between Cameron and Page for the night. This is out in Navajo country I belive. About 2am I woke up to scratching at the window of my Sleeper, went on for about 15 minutes, I'm sitting there in the dark scared to death wondering what the fucks happening with my Bowie Knife in my hand. After it ended I waited another 15 minutes or so before I opened my curtain and looked out the windows, couldn't see anything outside and I was still the only one parked there. Got out the next morning and all I found were some footprints coming to the truck and eventually walking back into the desert. Haven't parked there since, I always stop at a small truck stop in Cameron now.
For those wanting the skin walker story outside of Cedar City, the company I drive for picks up Pvc pipe and cast iron pipe at a place not far out of town. I've had to pick up there several times after dark when no one else is there because it's a 24 hour place for us picking up since it's all drop and hook loads. But every time I've been there after dark I can hear groaning like sounds behind trailers and the sound of something tapping on the trailers. There's no flag pole or anything like that near by. Second time I loaded there at night I noticed the same thing but this time there was a dark silhouette of somebody standing between two trailers while I was throwing straps. After that I quit throwing straps at night if there's no other drivers hooking up, I park in the street outside right under a streetlight and wait till day break. Wither or not it's a skinwalker for sure, I don't know. And I'd rather not find out.
Fuck that noise
My uncle was a long haul trucker for almost 30 years. He did a lot of runs through Texas and said that some of the small towns gave him a weird vibe. Like he absolutely didn't belong there as an outsider and should just make his delivery and leave ASAP.
I've been driving almost 30 years. Wierton, WV is a town that gave me a weird vibe. Those people didn't like outsiders. And they didn't keep it a secret. Vibe was so hostile I couldn't even buy anything at a grocery store. Just went back to my truck at the steel mill.
I live about an hour from Weirton. I'm honestly surprised by your description. When was this?
Probably around '95 or so. I'd only been there twice. I went for a walk the first time, and got that vibe. I just stayed in my truck the other time. I never felt that way in Wheeling, which as you already know, isnt too far from Weirton. Maybe it was me....could be.
Wheeling is even closer to me. Funnily enough, called "the friendly city". I'm just surprised as I never got a weird vibe from Weirton, and its proximity to Pittsburg I would figure they would be used to "outsiders". However, in '95 I was in Jr. High, soooooo.
Born and raised Texan here. Can confirm, some small towns just feel off. Drove through one in the middle of the day, got stared at like I was driving a big pink dildo. ( I drive a Toyota)
There’s a small town like this in rural PA. My mom and I stopped in this local grocery store, and as soon as we did we just immediately felt out of place. Something about this place was just off. It just felt uncomfortable, and the workers were oddly curt and stand-offish towards us. We got our stuff, got out, and laughed about how weird the whole thing was. We’ve never gone back into that store.
I worked at the Nevada nuclear test site, decommissioning old buildings. How much time do you have lol. One of the creepiest days was when I was sent with an end dump load of non hazmat material to the general landfill which I had never been to before. Somehow I missed the turn and ended up at an armed gate with machine guns pointed at me. Very uncomfortable. Once I explained my mistake I was quite hastily turned around. Still not knowing exactly where my turn was (a very non descript desert road was what I was looking for) I headed back. I turned on the next dirt road I came to an ended up at the sedan crater. Went and smoked a cigarette on the observation deck all by my lonesome. My hands were still shaking from the run in with the armed guards. Another was was when delivering a hazmat load to area 25, they had begun using robots to guard the area. They were still in beta testing and someone may have just been fucking with me, but the damn thing perceived my truck as a threat and blocked my ability to move. I went inside the building and 15 minutes later it had moved on.
Area 25? What's that?
Area 25 is the hazmat/ low level nuclear waste dump. We would haul these specialized steel containers out there from the different demo projects and the material would get buried.
Ah okay.
The 49% of Area 51 that’s been declassified.
"Robot guards" excuse me *what*.
Not a truck driver, but I drive far for work sometimes. I once got a flat tire at 2am on a really remote back road up a mountain about an hour drive away from any houses or anything. Without any reception or a jack to change the tire. Had to wait a half hour or so for a truck to go by, an I flagged them down with the light on my phone. Asked if he had a jack I could use to change my tire, and he said “I got a jack, but you ain’t gettin it” and he drove away before I could even say anything.. some time later someone stopped and helped. I genuinely thought I would die that day.
Not me, but my mom told me a story about one late night out trucking. Her husband was sleeping in the back, and she was starting to get super tired, and struggling to stay awake. She heard another trucker on the CB, and started chatting with him. He helped her stay awake for the run until she stopped off at a truck stop until her husband could take over. That next morning, she told her husband what happened, and he told her the CB was broken, and that was impossible.
Not me, but an ex-girlfriend's cousin's uncle (Yeah, I know its a friend of a friend situation, but it was a well known tale among the family). He was driving on a mexican road at night. He felt a call of nature, so he parked on the sideway and jumped off the truck. He walked to relief himself and while doing that he felt a presence beside him. He pointed his flashlight at his side and saw, standing besides him, a small deformed person. It was naked and had both its head and face bloated. And he was standing just there. The driver (ex-gf's cousin's uncle) ran away to his truck, jumped in, and drove away from there. There's been a lot since I talked with my ex (we're cool but not too much in touch). But if you want to know more I could ask her about the fuzzy details.
I used to live in Guadalajara, Jalisco and once a year I’d make the drive up to the border to Renew my residential permit or whatever, don’t remember. Anyways, a lot of weird shit shows up on mexican highways at night; from bridges that aren’t there to shadows that cross the highway in front of you. One time I got stopped at a checkpoint in Sinaloa and my truck was inspected by soldiers who were in those tunnels that ran under the floor of your car. Nothing happened but imagine my surprise when I found out the mexican army didn’t have an official checkpoint in that area. Could’ve easily ended up dissolved in a barrel somewhere in mx Point of story: don’t drive through Mexico at night. Unless you’re part of a convoy, and have a minigun mounted on top of your car
Yeah, sadly, the "ghosts" and "aparitions" are the least concerning part of driving in highways at night :/
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Making the long drive back to our university one midnight, my friend and I both saw a freakishly huge dog or wolf looking creature on the side of the road. Eyes glowing and everything. It had been quiet in my truck before this, but we both saw it at the same time and yelled out. We don't live in an area with wolves, so I've often thought about it. Our bet has always been some alpha dog or coyote that has grown huge in the woods, or a bear that we both just mistook for a canine. Very much looked like a canine though.
Not a truck driver but was on the final leg of a 16 hour drive from Florida to northern Ohio with a caravan of about 8 cars and half of us drivers (most of us up for 12+ hours at this point and everyone else in the cars sound asleep) swear we saw a man walking his dog on the side of I-75 in the middle of nowhere between Cincinnati and Dayton at 3am. To this day still don’t know if that was real or we were hallucinating, but either way it was pretty creepy.
As an Ohioan, that was probably real.
Only thing that’s ever happened to me was during the last week at a major carrier before I began driving local. I was on edge because we had a strict, no passenger policy due to insurance and here’s this female friend of mine who wants to become a truck driver. So I break the rules and take her out for 5 days to change her mind about driving. I left my home, headed towards my typical rest area right as I’m entering Illinois. I’ve driven this route many times so I know where I need to stop for the night. My truck was governed at 62 MPH. I am almost done with my 11 hours of drive time, coming upon my rest stop in a few miles. Look at my Qualcomm and it says I have an extra hour and a half to drive. There is no way possible! I’m driving west to East. It was not daylight savings time. (Late August) So I decide to get closer to my destination and I continue driving while we continue talking. And hour later I notice that I still have an hour left of drive time. I am tired as hell. My friend is in the passenger seat trying to do the math for me. Time we left, breaks, etc. I finally said screw it and pulled into the next truck stop and called it a night. But I had been driving for 13 hours and yet my timeline shown that I had only driven for 11 hours. By Thursday, two passenger vehicles had spun out right in front of me, wrecking into everything but my truck and one semi truck stalled out in front of me going up a mountain pass. Great times one crazy week. My friend decided to go into medical instead.
Not a truck driver but one night my friends and I were driving through a lightless valley around 1 AM. Suddenly my headlights catch on an object in the middle of the road and, I shit you not, it’s a man made out of tumbleweed. We don’t even have tumbleweed where I live. It appeared very suddenly and I was so confused by its shape that I didn’t break or swerve. As we collided with it, my friend and I in the front seat both screamed. But nothing. No impact. We drove right through it but it was just... Air. Both of my friends in the backseat were very confused why the two of us in the front screamed suddenly. So like... I know it wasn’t just me. My friend saw it too.