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3 Terrifying True Trucker Horror Stories That Will Keep You Up All Night · True Horror Stories

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  Speaker 1: I'd been working in shipping for quite some time. Driving
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  Speaker 1: through dark, sketchy roads and stopping in the middle of
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  Speaker 1: nowhere to check tires had become my usual. On one
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  Speaker 1: side of the highway, I often witnessed the Canadian rockies
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  Speaker 1: standing like towering giants. I'd driven this stretch a hundred
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  Speaker 1: times before, but that night seemed weird. It felt too quiet,
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  Speaker 1: like the road ahead held a bad omen. I passed
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  Speaker 1: a small town whose name I had forgotten. With my
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  Speaker 1: caffeine dead mind and bladder full, I had missed the
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  Speaker 1: last rest stop altogether, oblivious that I was not using
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  Speaker 1: the last mile marker, and I couldn't wait another thirty miles,
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  Speaker 1: so I pulled over, opening the door, I stepped out
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  Speaker 1: and took a long stretch. My back was killing me.
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  Speaker 1: I walked to the tree line to release myself. The
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  Speaker 1: black silhouettes of pine trees were moving in the cool wind.
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  Speaker 1: They were so dense that pitch black rested in the
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  Speaker 1: back drop. Once done, I reached into my pocket and
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  Speaker 1: grabbed a cigarette. I lit it and took a couple
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  Speaker 1: of slow drags to calm down. As I stood there,
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  Speaker 1: my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. Surrounding me. I
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  Speaker 1: saw a sudden shift in movement behind the trees. At
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  Speaker 1: first I thought it was a deer. The way it
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  Speaker 1: sprinted through the trees felt odd. I'd never seen a
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  Speaker 1: deer move like that before. Another figure slowly started to
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  Speaker 1: emerge from the darkness, a man seemingly in his thirties,
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  Speaker 1: maybe older. He was tall, dressed in jeans and a
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  Speaker 1: hooded jacket, but it was hard to tell. The darkness
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  Speaker 1: was playing tricks on my eyes, making his movement strange
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  Speaker 1: and jerky. My gut twisted. There wasn't another soul on
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  Speaker 1: this highway, no parked cars and no cabins nearby, just me,
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  Speaker 1: my medium duty truck, and now him. I kept it casual,
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  Speaker 1: crushed my cigarets under my boot, and calmly walked back
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  Speaker 1: to the truck. I got in and locked the doors,
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  Speaker 1: and I put it in drive, foot hovering over the gas.
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  Speaker 1: But for some reason, I didn't peel out. I just
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  Speaker 1: watched him. He continued walking, one step at a time.
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  Speaker 1: He never increased his pace or slowed down. His hood
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  Speaker 1: obscured his face, yet his eyes remained fixated on me.
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  Speaker 1: His gaze could pierce your soul. He reached the passenger
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  Speaker 1: window and stopped. Lifting his bony hand. He knocked on
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  Speaker 1: the glass. My body jerked involuntarily. He brought his pale,
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  Speaker 1: skinny face closer to the window. I noticed his hollow
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  Speaker 1: cheeks and sleepless eyes. His lips were badly cracked, like
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  Speaker 1: he hadn't had a drink in daze. I didn't want to,
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  Speaker 1: but I rolled down the window an inch. What's up, man,
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  Speaker 1: I asked in a firm voice, gripping the wheel. He
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  Speaker 1: let out a deep, raspy breath and replied, I need
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  Speaker 1: you to call the cops. I took a good look
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  Speaker 1: at him, trying to find possible signs of an injury
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  Speaker 1: to determine if he needed help or not. I couldn't
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  Speaker 1: see a single scratch on him. Confusedly, I asked, is
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  Speaker 1: everything all right? He lifted his hand and started scratching
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  Speaker 1: his head with a knife. His eyeballs moved randomly, like
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  Speaker 1: he didn't know what to do with the weapon. The
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  Speaker 1: sharp blade of the knife glinted in the moonlight. I
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  Speaker 1: I came out here to kill myself, he said, in
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  Speaker 1: a low shaking voice, walk from town. But when I
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  Speaker 1: was about to do it, I saw their faces. My daughters.
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  Speaker 1: I couldn't go through with it. For a long second,
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  Speaker 1: neither of us spoke. The only sound was the faint
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  Speaker 1: clicking of my hazard lights. I called the cops and
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  Speaker 1: made sure to stay in my car, watching him constantly
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  Speaker 1: until they arrived. He didn't move, He just stood there
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  Speaker 1: quietly crying. Tears streamed down that dead eyed face, as
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  Speaker 1: if they didn't even belong to him. I told him
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  Speaker 1: gently to leave the knife on the ground before the
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  Speaker 1: cops arrived. He stared at me like he didn't understand,
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  Speaker 1: then slowly crouched and placed the blade on the gravel.
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  Speaker 1: When the red and blue lights of the cop cars
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  Speaker 1: finally flashed in my rear view mirror, I felt relieved.
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  Speaker 1: They cuffed him, patted him down, and asked me a
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  Speaker 1: few questions before they drove off with the man. I
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  Speaker 1: walked to his door to have a few last words
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  Speaker 1: with him. I wasn't scared anymore, hey, I said, meeting
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  Speaker 1: his eyes one last time. It's not over you, hear me.
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  Speaker 1: You walked out of those woods alive. Don't waste that
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  Speaker 1: live for your girls. He didn't say anything, He just
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  Speaker 1: gave a slight, barely noticeable nod then and they took
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  Speaker 1: him away. It's been years since that night, but sometimes
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  Speaker 1: when I'm driving these empty roads, I see him again,
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  Speaker 1: standing by the tree line, watching, waiting, and I wonder
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  Speaker 1: did he make it or is part of him still
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  Speaker 1: out there lost in the dark. Either way, I don't
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  Speaker 1: stop to piss on the side of the road anymore.
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  Speaker 1: This happened last week. I was driving down the empty
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  Speaker 1: highway for almost four hours. I needed to deliver some
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  Speaker 1: machine parts for a construction company in Utah. It rained
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  Speaker 1: for the first few miles, which compelled me to drive slowly.
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  Speaker 1: Upon reaching the dusty road, I was exhausted. Thunder rumbled
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  Speaker 1: in the sky, and I decided it would be best
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  Speaker 1: to stop for the night and begin after sunrise. I
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  Speaker 1: parked the truck under a tree and finished the cold
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  Speaker 1: turkey sandwich made by my wife. It tasted like her hugs.
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  Speaker 1: I rolled down the window to take a good look
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  Speaker 1: at my surroundings. It wasn't raining, but a cold, gushing
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  Speaker 1: wind was howling into the darkness of the night. Closing
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  Speaker 1: the window curtains, I reclined the seat and used my
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  Speaker 1: jacket like a blanket to fall asleep. After about an hour,
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  Speaker 1: I heard the door handle jiggle. It came from the
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  Speaker 1: driver's side. It sounded like metal against metal. The sound
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  Speaker 1: was subtle and almost polite, like whoever was out there
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  Speaker 1: was checking to see if maybe they could just let
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  Speaker 1: themselves in. I sat straight up. You know that feeling
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  Speaker 1: when you're deeply asleep but you hear an unfamiliar sound
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  Speaker 1: and you immediately open your eyes, trying to figure out
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  Speaker 1: whether what you heard is real or not that one.
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  Speaker 1: So far, no cars passed by. There had not even
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  Speaker 1: been the crunch of tires. I took my time to
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  Speaker 1: pomp back up. I tiptoed to the edge of the
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  Speaker 1: curtain and peeked out from the corner that I saw
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  Speaker 1: nothing outside. All I saw were empty roads and trees.
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  Speaker 1: Suddenly I heard a click on the passenger door handle.
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  Speaker 1: I crouched down, popping my face up to the top
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  Speaker 1: of the curtain once again, but there was no one.
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  Speaker 1: A cold shiver ran down my spine. I pressed the star.
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  Speaker 1: The engine roared to life, and the lights illuminated the way,
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  Speaker 1: spot lights, floodlights. Everything worked. The high beams showed the
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  Speaker 1: long stretched road ahead, and it was empty. No person
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  Speaker 1: was hiding next to my door, and no car was
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  Speaker 1: behind me. I told myself it was the wind hell.
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  Speaker 1: It must have been gusty. Maybe the friction had caused
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  Speaker 1: some tumbleweed to bounce against my truck. That's what I
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  Speaker 1: told myself. I rolled over to return to sleep, but
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  Speaker 1: sleep wasn't coming easily. Now my ears sharpened. I could
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  Speaker 1: hear every creak of my truck frame, every rustling of
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  Speaker 1: the wind outside as my mind twisted them into footsteps. Suddenly,
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  Speaker 1: the vents started rattling. You know those little panel vans
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  Speaker 1: next to the sleeper berth, the ones that no one
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  Speaker 1: pays any mind to. Well, it sounded like fingers were prying.
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  Speaker 1: At the other side, someone was scraping on them. Slowly,
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  Speaker 1: the door handles rattled once more, but this time with
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  Speaker 1: great intensity. I was starting to get scared now because
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  Speaker 1: this wasn't just the work of one person. It has
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  Speaker 1: to be a group of them. Once the rattling stopped,
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  Speaker 1: someone started punching on the metal body at the truck.
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  Speaker 1: It felt as though a weight was pressing down in
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  Speaker 1: an unexpected place. Someone or something was crawling onto my
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  Speaker 1: truck from the back. Because I couldn't see anyone on
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  Speaker 1: the windshield, I hit the panic button back in the sleeper.
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  Speaker 1: The truck alarm started going off. The alarm was loud
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  Speaker 1: enough to rouse the dead. I thought for sure that
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  Speaker 1: it'd send them scurrying, but it didn't. The noises continued, tapping, scraping.
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  Speaker 1: The alarm synchronized with the clicking of the handles. The
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  Speaker 1: air suspension hissed, as if the truck sighed under a
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  Speaker 1: heavy load. The glass of the windshield cracked from the
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  Speaker 1: corner because something was paddling footfalls across the roof. I
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  Speaker 1: didn't dare to come out. I was terrified for my life.
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  Speaker 1: I don't exactly remember how long this chaos has gained,
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  Speaker 1: but it stopped all of a sudden. The alarm blared
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  Speaker 1: for a few more seconds, and everything went silent. It
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  Speaker 1: felt as though the world had regained its clarity. For
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  Speaker 1: a few long minutes, the only thing I could hear
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  Speaker 1: was my own ragged breathing and racing heartbeat. A few
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  Speaker 1: minutes later, head lights sliced into the road. Another truck
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  Speaker 1: drove past me, and I felt alive again. I remained
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  Speaker 1: awake throughout the night, tightly gripping a tire iron, as
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  Speaker 1: if my survival relied on it. As soon as the
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  Speaker 1: sunlight hit the trees. I jumped out of the truck,
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  Speaker 1: still clutching the tire iron. I looked for footprints and
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  Speaker 1: tire tracks, and to my shock, there were dragging bloodstains
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  Speaker 1: all over the truck. It appeared as though hordes of
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  Speaker 1: hungry zombies had scavenged across the truck, their wounds exposed.
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  Speaker 1: And on every window, driver's side, passenger side, even way
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  Speaker 1: up on the sleeper's little portholes, were tiny handprints like
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  Speaker 1: a toddler's. It seemed as if someone had licked their
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  Speaker 1: palms multiple times and press them against the glass. There
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  Speaker 1: weren't any tracks leading to or from the truck. Only
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  Speaker 1: the tiny, sticky handprints clung to the glass, and the
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  Speaker 1: truck's body was covered in bloodstains. I had to clean
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  Speaker 1: the truck before driving off because if a cop car
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  Speaker 1: spotted me, they would have charged me with murder. I
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  Speaker 1: still don't know what happened and who did all that
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  Speaker 1: to my truck that night. I'm just glad to make
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  Speaker 1: it out alive. I've been driving on Mississippi roads longer
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  Speaker 1: than I'm willing to admit. Flat farmland two lane highways
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  Speaker 1: that seemed to stretch on forever. The quiet and emptiness
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  Speaker 1: gradually become familiar to you. But that night, somewhere in
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  Speaker 1: between Clarksdale and Greenwood, I fully understood that not all
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  Speaker 1: spaces are lonely. I was driving for fourteen hours straight.
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  Speaker 1: Repeated doses of caffeine and smoking were keeping me awake.
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  Speaker 1: The weather had turned ugly fast. There were high wind advisories,
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  Speaker 1: tornado watches, and unexpected storms in the delta. I had
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  Speaker 1: called my wife before leaving Clarksdale and told her to
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  Speaker 1: expect another call as soon as I was out of
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  Speaker 1: the danger zone. But thirty miles out, a hailstorm took over.
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  Speaker 1: The hailstorm began with small pebbles, which gradually grew in
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  Speaker 1: size and bounced off the hood and windshield with a
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  Speaker 1: sharp metallic crack. Any Mississippi boy, no summer begins with hail.
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  Speaker 1: I slowed down. I eased off onto the gravel shoulder.
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  Speaker 1: There were no cars in my wake or in front
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  Speaker 1: of me. It was just me and my pickup, with
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  Speaker 1: nothing but black farm land in every direction. I cut
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  Speaker 1: the engine but left the lights on. I rolled down
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  Speaker 1: the passenger window and retrieved my flashlight. I threw it
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  Speaker 1: out into the fields and As far as my eyes went,
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  Speaker 1: all I could see was rippling corn and distant flashes
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  Speaker 1: of lightning. I leaned over to check the driver's side
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  Speaker 1: when I saw this man. He was standing right there,
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  Speaker 1: pressing his face against the glass. His eyes were so
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  Speaker 1: still that it felt like I was staring into two
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  Speaker 1: vacant pits. He observed me for a brief moment before
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  Speaker 1: beaming a broad smile. The wilderness of a smile exposed
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  Speaker 1: his crooked yellow teeth. I screamed, what the hell do
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  Speaker 1: you want oho? He said something that I couldn't hear
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  Speaker 1: it due to the closed window and hailstorm outside. He
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  Speaker 1: kept watching me with no fear of the storm or lightning. Suddenly,
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  Speaker 1: a big piece of hail hit him. Blood sprinkled on
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  Speaker 1: my glass as a deep wound appeared on his forehead.
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  Speaker 1: Yet he still didn't move. That's when I realized this
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  Speaker 1: person is not normal. Something's very wrong with him. I
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  Speaker 1: started the engine, gripping the steering wheel. I blinked, and
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  Speaker 1: he vanished from sight, as if he had never existed.
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  Speaker 1: He vanished into the darkness, leaving no sound or shadow behind.
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  Speaker 1: I didn't stay to find out where he went. The
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  Speaker 1: truck roared back to life, and as I skidded onto
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  Speaker 1: the highway, the tires through gravel. The hails still drummed on,
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  Speaker 1: but I didn't care. I drove fast. I didn't look left, right,
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  Speaker 1: or in my mirrors. I just looked at the road.
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  Speaker 1: I focused on the road that was in front of me.
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  Speaker 1: By the time I reached the first gas station, the
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  Speaker 1: storm had already passed. I parked with my hands still shaking.
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  Speaker 1: My wife would be waiting for my phone call, so
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  Speaker 1: I called her back. I assured her that I was
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  Speaker 1: safe and maintained my composure. I didn't mention the man,
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  Speaker 1: I didn't mention the smile, but my mind would not
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  Speaker 1: let me forget. You see, our trucks have cameras. Our
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  Speaker 1: trucks are constantly recording from the front, rear, and interior
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  Speaker 1: of the cabin. I popped the SD card right there
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  Speaker 1: and slid it into my tablet. I had to know
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  Speaker 1: if that face was real or just my imagination. I
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  Speaker 1: watched the recording, recorded every second from the time I
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  Speaker 1: left the road until I departed, but there was no
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  Speaker 1: sign of the man. There was only the road in
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  Speaker 1: the rain. A camera never saw him. I told myself
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  Speaker 1: it was stress. The combination of fourteen hour shifts, unfavorable
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  Speaker 1: weather conditions, and my own delusions were to blame. The
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  Speaker 1: Delta can do that to you. At night, the vast
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  Speaker 1: expanse of open space was so dimly lit that it
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  Speaker 1: felt like drowning. Maybe it was all in my head.
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  Speaker 1: Until I wiped the fog off the side of that window.
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  Speaker 1: I found something, and it was faint, but I did
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  Speaker 1: spot it. It was a smear, a wide, greasy arc
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  Speaker 1: right where the grin had been. Since then, I haven't
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  Speaker 1: driven the Delta roads at night. If you've driven those long,
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  Speaker 1: empty stretches before, you know the feeling. It feels as
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  Speaker 1: though a presence is observing you from the edge of
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  Speaker 1: the cornfields amidst the storm. It seemed as though it
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  Speaker 1: was waiting for you to slow down, roll down your
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  Speaker 1: window and take a closer look. I don't know when
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  Speaker 1: I saw all out there, but I'll never forget those teeth.
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  Speaker 1: Booloo bo gloom boomoolloomooloo gloomoo