Here is a compilation of disturbing road stories encountered by drivers and truckers.
HE WAS BARKING AT ME
Many years ago I was on what is called a “meet and turn.” This is where a driver that is domiciled out of one city will drive a load halfway to its destination, while a driver domiciled out of that destination will drive halfway with a load that is destined for my city. We meet in a parking lot, switch trailers and drive back home.
I had been on this run for a few months and found that I always got to the meet point about an hour before the other driver. It was a dark and empty dirt lot at about 3 a.m., so I would stretch out across the seat and take a short nap.
One night, about 10 minutes into my nap I was awoken by a barking dog. I tried to ignore it, but it carried on for several minutes and got louder as the dog got closer. Soon, it became apparent that the dog was right outside of my truck barking at me. OK, either this dog is Lassie and is trying to alert me to something, or else he is just a pain in the ass or I will need to throw something at him to scare him off. It is important to note that the barking had been going on for a good 10 minutes at this point.
So, I sat up and looked out my window. Standing there, mere inches away on the other side of the glass was a man of about 35. He was a large fellow. And was barking at me. His eyes were crazy and he was frothing at the mouth a little — the scene really held my full attention for a moment. The sheer creepiness of this struck me. Gently, and making an absolute minimum of sudden movements, I reached down and started my truck and slowly pulled away. He chased me, much like you might expect an angry dog to do, barking all the while.
Needless to say, it played hell with my power naps from then on.—Digyo
THE FACELESS MAN
One time I was driving my friend and I home along a country road, around midnight. To my right, right on the white line at the edge of the road, I caught sight of a man. I looked over and saw it was tall–probably 7 feet or so, had arms nearly to its knees, and had an almost ape-like gait, wearing a long brown coat with white “fluff” trim.
I couldn’t see its face myself, and this thing was not visible up until it was nearly next to the car. I thought I was seeing things until a couple of seconds later my friend said “What was that?” At that time, dread filled me.
We had both seen it, however, he saw its face-area. According to him, there was no face. It was just a moon-lit type of white area where its face should have been.
This happened about a mile down the road from an old military training base-turned church camp which burned down in the 50s or 60s. – Anonymous
My adopted mom called me in a frantic one afternoon, and what she told me brought chill’s to my whole body. She was traveling on a road in Arkansas when a herd of deer ran out in the middle of the road at 9:36pm. The traffic went to 70mph to BRAKES! There were 2, 18 wheelers in front of her and 3 cars in front of them. So you can only imagine the outcome.
The 18 wheelers had to stop so quickly that the trailers swung around and cleared everything within its path, including the cab of the truck. There was wreckage and deer all over the road and luckily my mom was able to stop just in time; due to the smart distance that she kept, far enough away that she was able to stop (She has driven a truck for 20 years.)
As she pulled of the median she noticed a man standing 6 ft. from her trailer, wondering how a man got next to her trailer so fast and without her seeing him. She said he had one hand across his chest and one hand in his pocket; looking very confused.
The rescue team was on the way while the police where questioning the accident. One walked up to my mom and asked “What happened here?” As she was telling him about what happened she mentioned that “Someone needs to check this guy out back, by my trailer he looks very confused, he might wonder off in the traffic”, and by then he had vanished. The cop said “what man?” Well he was just right there in plain view.
The officer got a description so detailed down to facial hair and shoes! He walked away for a minute and came back and said “The man you described is the owner of that wrecked 18 wheeler, and was found dead at the scene.”
She was in shock as the cop just turned around and walked the other way. – Sandy
THE CRYING CHILD
I used to drive I-80 between San Francisco and Cheyenne, Wyoming a lot. It’s about 16-20 hours of driving depending on weather and traffic and whatever.
I was driving at night and the car starts making this odd grinding noise. Like I ran over something that got stuck. It’s about 2am. I pull into a rest stop (well-lit) and wake up my buddy who was sleeping. I explain it to him, as we get out of the car we both hear what sounds like a kid crying. There are no other cars at the rest stop, but we frequently heard stories about child trafficking and kidnapping nearby, so we decided to check it out. We grab our flashlights and head towards the noise, which is coming from the bathrooms.
As we get closer we realize it’s coming from the women’s bathroom, and it’s a low, dull sobbing. We are prepared for the worst. We walk in expecting to see some brutally beaten and/or raped 8 year old or something, and we see – nothing. The sound is still there, and it’s still clearly coming from the room, but the room is empty. We turn on the lights – still nothing. Check each stall, the trash can. Nothing. Even start looking for WHERE in the room it’s coming from – nothing. Is it a hidden speaker? Are we on candid camera? What the fuck?
My buddy climbs up one of the stalls to get to the top window in the rest stop which is vented out, and open. He closes it, and the noise stops. Completely. Opens it, and there’s no more noise. We sit there for a few seconds, staring at each other. He shrugs. Then the window slams shut again without him touching it.
We were out of that fucking bathroom in seconds. The noise starts up about 10 seconds later as we get to the car, and we’re tearing out of the parking lot within 10 more seconds. The grinding noise is still there. So this time I pull over a few miles later at a Flying J Truck Stop, well-lit, sometimes occupied. Couple of truckers there, no other “civilians” like us. We check under the car.
There’s a red and silver piece of metal wedged between part of the car and the road, about 1/2″ or so off the ground, so with us in the car it would definitely have been grinding against the ground. Can’t remove it by hand, it’s really wedged in there, so we kick at it to bend it and figure we’ll remove it when we get back.
A week later I had my mechanic take it out when he was doing a service – it was part of a kid’s tricycle. – Gaqua
THE HEADLESS OBJECT
Living in Windsor, Ontario, we always heard the rumors of the creepy Texas Rd., situated about 20 minutes from Windsor in Amherstburg.
One mild October night four of us piled into my ’71 Torino and decided to cruise to Texas Rd. It was close to midnight, and believe me, it was dark as could be, and there was a light fog on the road.
We were cruising at a low speed with the windows rolled down. The cemetery was ahead about 50 feet when all of a sudden a headless object darted across the road. We all screamed and I gunned the car as pebbles and rocks kicked up as I fishtailed down the dirt road until we finally intersected at a paved road (Howard Avenue) everybody was still in frenzy about what had happened. My buddy suggested we go back again to which we all disagreed. Five minutes later we were headed back for more punishment.
The fog was coming in thicker, and we were all frightened yet excited.
Just as we approached the cemetery we heard a loud wailing and then again, the headless object ran out from the graveyard wielding an axe.
Needless to say, we high-tailed it out of there. Nobody knows for sure what it was, but there was something on the road that night! Repeated visits to the road also provided other sightings and sounds. I am a firm believer that there are some strange things happening on the road even today. – TonySoprano60
I was driving to work around 3:30 in the morning on a back road in Mississippi near the Louisiana line. I was probably going about 35 or so, as it was raining and the road is a winding with no lines or anything. It’s dangerous enough in daylight under normal conditions.
Anyway, I’m driving along and suddenly this jet black horse just flies out of the woods on a side trail. There was a rider decked out in a black cloak with a hood and everything. The horse must have been blasting at full speed, and the rider’s cloak was just whipping in the wind. They must’ve ran for 1/4 mile or so and then darted off down another side trail and disappeared into the darkness.
A buddy was riding with me and I looked over at him, and he looked over at me, and we both said something along the lines of ‘Did you fucking see that?!” – Truckers Report