There's something soothing about hitting the road and driving, driving, driving, sometimes to parts unknown, the wind in your hair and the sun in your eyes. Long haul truckers know the roads best and they're used to an often solitary lifestyle. They often seem very self-assured, always knowing where they're going at any given moment. But what happens when you see something while on the road that you think you shouldn't have?
After Redditor lukasday88 asked the online community,
"Truck drivers, what's a creepy story you've got from the middle of nowhere?"
"I then hear someone..."
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 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.
"I decided not to back up..."
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 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.
"Driving through an abandoned section..."
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...
"Every so often..."
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 don't 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.
"I was driving through eastern Washington..."
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 driver's 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 also experienced..."
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.
"So I went to sleep..."
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.
"I had parked for the night..."
US-6 in Golden, CO. At a K-Mart parking lot.
This one isn't very long, but, it goes a long way to show just how big a target we truckers are for thieves and people looking to kill someone.
I had parked for the night and popped into the K-Mart before it closed. Presumably forever. Got the wife and I something to eat and some drinks. Got back to my truck and fired up the microwave. Got the TV and Xbox going. I'm off-duty and goddamn it, I'm hungry. I had just put disc 3 of Season 3 of Game of Thrones in. Not 5 minutes later, someone knocked on my tractor door.
First thought is "A lot lizard? At K-Mart? Bitch must be desperate."
I grab my K-Bar and get in the driver seat and roll the window down a little. Not a woman. Great...a pickler. Gross.
Me: Whatcha need man? Trying to eat dinner and catch up on my show. Him: I was wondering if you could give me a ride to Denver. My brother is a trucker too and wants me to drive with him. Me: Going the other way and I don't have a 3rd seatbelt for you to use. Him: I'm a trucker too. Me: Ok...why doesn't your brother come get you? Him: He's busy. Me: Considering it's after 23:00, if he's busy, I'm sure it isn't with driving.
He goes to reach for something.
Me: Yo, hands where I can see them. I'm now reaching for my gun in the door pouch Him: Sorry. I just wanted to show you my CDL. Me: Bud, I'm gonna be honest with ya. I'm trying to enjoy my dinner and show. I'm not taking you anywhere. Best I can suggest is call your brother and have him come get you. Him: My phone doesn't work. Me: Thems the breaks man. There's probably the last payphone on earth next to the entrance. Him: Can you just open the door for a minute? Me: No, and if you don't leave, I'm calling the police. Him: I'm just asking for some help. Me: I gave you the help I'm willing to offer. I'm rolling up the window now. Good luck getting to Denver.
I roll up the window and get in the bunk. Thought nothing more of it. When I get out to do my pre-trip in the morning, I discover that little bastard tried to cut the lock off my trailer and open the doors. He'd have been pissed if he managed to open it. I lock up even when I deadhead. That trailer was empty. Real glad I didn't get the urge to open the door. God knows what he was planning. Kill me, steal my truck, rape and kill my wife was probably on the agenda. Not the last time some s*** like that happened, but, that's for another post.
"In early October 2014..."
in early October 2014 I was on holiday in a remote luxury safari ranch in the Samburu region of Kenya. The ranch had about 20 guests and maybe 20 staff, and was situated in an extremely remote wilderness area. The nearest settlement was approximately 50km away, with staff living on site.
We ate meals communally outside in a central patio area with a view over the landscape. There was a large mountain to one side that could be seen from where we were sitting.
One night we were having a collective dinner with the other guests, and it was early evening, so people were pretty sober. It was dark and the night sky phenomenally clear – you could easily see the milky way and it was some of the clearest, most unpolluted skies I have ever seen.
During the meal there was a hubbub and people stopped and stared, including the staff. We looked up and hovering roughly over the mountain was a large round green black circle, that seemed to be pulsating. It was static for a few moments and seemed to swirl with green tendrils seeming to suck light in. It then began to move right to left across the mountain before suddenly fading out and disappearing. It was completely silent.
All the guests and local staff had no idea what we saw – bear in mind we're talking 20 plus people who saw this thing. Then as we walked out for our evening safari activity (a night drive), we could hear the radio network used by local lodges and the nearest settlement going bezerk with everyone saying 'what the hell was that thing' – it was seen 50km away.
The guides (local natives in their 20s) told us that they had never seen anything like it in their entire lives and were utterly spooked out by it. We all went to bed a bit spooked out to put it mildly!
I'm a military man and have served in a lot of odd places and seen a lot of odd things. I can assure you that this was not a military aviation asset, there were no navigation lights and the colour was fundamentally not normal.
I don't know what I saw, but when I got back I spoke to a colleague who was a lifelong astronomer – and he couldn't tell me either. It's the only time in my life I'm prepared to say that I saw a UFO as it genuinely was an 'unidentified flying object.'
"This was 2008."
This was 2008. I was working security at a Casino at the time and my buddy who had recently got out the army had got a job working for Armaguard driving the armored truck for bank pick ups. After he had been working there for a while an opportunity came up to work with him and he recommended me for the job. 3 years Casino security with robbery training and former territorials (national guard) with my buddy before he joined regular forces was enough qualification apparently.
The job was based in Queenstown New Zealand but also serviced a lot of the small towns in the area as well. So we spent a lot of our time driving around the region on mountain country roads. We had been working together for a while by now and were used to the roads and enjoyed cruising around. Very low crime part of the world so was no issue about getting held up.
Anyone who knows the area will know what the Kawarau Gorge road between Queenstown and Cromwell is like. It is about an hour drive total but about half of that is through the Gorge which is a very narrow and windy stretch of road that is basically a cliff on one side of you the entire way. So it was middle of winter and some pretty bad weather was predicted. Not a big deal as it was only an hour there and back and we would get it done well before the bad weather turned up right?
Nope. By the time everyone gets organised for the timing of everything we end up doing the run a couple of hours later than we wanted. Still only early afternoon but by now it had started to snow. As we start our drive it isn't too bad but by the time we are halfway through the Gorge on the way back it had turned into a full on blizzard. My buddy is driving and I am riding shotgun. We can see about 10metres in front of us at best and are crawling through the Gorge hoping to get back before it gets really bad. My buddy is a very good driver who spent several years driving Pinzgauer APCs for the army. He knows what he is doing.
We arte pretty confident and relaxed until all of a sudden the drivers side windshield wiper just flys off into the blizzard. My buddy does the right thing and comes to a fairly safe stop but now we are stuck halfway through the Gorge with no way to see where he is driving. We jump out and have a look and can see that the arm itself has snapped. Most likely a combination of it being old and also the cold making it brittle. We think we will be sitting there a couple of hours freezing our asses off while they organise a tow truck and transport and all the s*** that goes with getting us back to base.
Then we notice that there is a basic nut hold the other end of the wiper arm on. Lucky for me I have my multi tool on me and manage to get it off with a lot of struggle before my fingers freeze too much and we manage to swap the passenger side one on to the drivers side. Great we are up and running again. Then as we go to take off I of course realise this means I as the passenger can't see a damn thing and have to spend the next 45minutes s****** my pants as we slide our way back to town hoping my buddy isn't driving us off the cliff.
Not the most fun I have ever had for sure but nothing a couple of whiskeys didn't fix later that day.
