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Trucker Ghost Stories

Truckers Share True Ghost Stories from the Road


Truckers log thousands of hours behind the wheel and encounter everything from bad weather and treacherous roads to fatal accidents and careless drivers. However, sometimes even truckers are shocked by what they see on the road. Here are five true ghost stories from real truckers.

Knock, Knock

“Last week, I had just left Gallup, NM and was driving west on I-40 near Holbrook, AZ when I heard a KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, two times, on the side of my sleeper. It was very loud and distinct…like ONE, TWO, THREE, and then it repeated once more shorty after that. I had the radio off and was alone in the rig. Honestly, I thought ‘KEEP DRIVING!’ was the best thing to do. When I got to Holbrook, I stopped for a break but was too freaked to get out and go look. The next day, I walked around the cab and was looking at the cat walk.

There is no way a human being could have been hiding back there, at 3 a.m., in 10 degree freezing winter weather, going 70 mph, without anyone noticing.



A True Truck Driver Ghost Story

On or around the year 2000, I was running a bid run from Gallipolis, Ohio, to Evansville, Indiana through Cincinnati, Ohio and Indianapolis, Indiana. One night I was headed home around 3:00 AM on route 32E., about three or four miles west of Sardenia, Ohio.

I was running along about 67 mph when I passed a flat bed tractor and trailer running along about 55 mph, which was the speed limit. About three quarters of a mile behind me and still behind the flat bed truck, I noticed flashing lights coming up behind us, more specifically they were red lights. As they grew closer I noticed it was the old type that spun horizontally round and round. As anyone would know today, if its not blue, then you don’t worry to much. They grew closer and closer so thinking it was an emergency vehicle of some sort I did slow down to 55 just to be safe.

The cruiser came right up behind me then crossed the yellow line and then pulled directly behind me. At this point I thought may be, I had some lights out, after all I always ran a radar detector so he could not have radared me. I turned on my four ways and started for the right berm and he followed me. Now God being my witness this really happened:

I set my brakes, turned on the dome, released my seat belt and picked up my light. I looked into my mirrors, I did not see anyone get out of the car. I opened my door and stepped out of my truck. I started back towards the car and just abreast of my drive axle I froze. I bent over looking in under the trailer and then threw my very bright mag. light all around. Guess what, there was nothing back there and thinking may be he had went off the road behind me out in the grass I looked there. There was nothing.

The weird part is, I ran this road all the time and I knew it well. There was no place he could have turned around or turned off. Needless to say, I headed for the cab of my truck on the run. I jumped in my rig and took off and getting on the radio, I tried to call the flat bed I had passed and see if he saw this cop car or what ever but he didn’t answer.

Later on I asked a couple Highway Patrol cops if they knew of any cops getting killed around there and needless to say they had not and they both give me a look of disbelief. Some of my friends asked me what sort of drugs I was taking. I was not. This happened and it is a very very true story. And incidentally, this is only one of many stories of things which have happened to me throughout my life.


The Man on Jensen Road

“It was about 3 a.m., and I was west bound on Jensen Road in Fresno, CA, just before the residential area. I had slowed to about 40 mph when out of nowhere appeared this freakishly tall figure of a man in a black, buttoned up trench coat and a round, black sombrero standing on the white line of the two lane road. He must have been at least 6’7″ or 7’0 tall. My partner and I watched and he didn’t even flinch as the rig passed by. I swear, the side mirrors must have missed his head by only a couple of inches. My partner and I looked at each other with our eyes wide open and screamed ‘Did you see that?! What the fuck was that?’. I swear our skin crawled and we were both in a kind of shock. I couldn’t stop thinking about it for a couple days.”

Highway 666
Utah, United States


Now known as Highway 191, the route (the sixth branch of the famous Route 66) is notorious for accidents, apparitions, and just plain bad luck. Linda Dunning writes on about an incident with her husband:

“He [author's husband] was alone and hadn’t seen a car for miles and miles. Suddenly, he saw a truck that looked like it was on fire heading straight for him, right down the middle of the highway. The truck was going so fast that sparks were flying up off the wheels and flames were coming from the smokestack. It scared him so bad that he pulled way off the road and walked 20 feet or so out into the desert away from his car and waited for the truck to pass him, going what he estimated was 130 miles an hour. He then got back into his car and continued on.”

If you aren’t careful, hell hounds will shred your tires. A young girl walking down the road will vanish if you try to help her. If you are alone, a ghost may just take up residence in your back seat. Dunning has this to say for you advice:

“Take a lot of people with you and don’t leave any space for unwanted passengers who just might decide to appear in your backseat. Pull off the road if a huge diesel truck comes barring down on you from either direction. Don’t be curious to see if there is a driver in that single car passing you in the night. Don’t look for lights floating in the sky. Hope you don’t see any young girls in white dresses. Never stop if you spot something peculiar and don’t pick up hitchhikers. Lastly, if demon dogs approach you in the night, just keep driving.”


The Guardian Angel

“In the late 80’s, Michigan had I-94 west of Detroit all torn up as they were completely replacing the roadbed.

I was going into Detroit about 2 a.m., driving in the construction zone, when I saw this heavy-set elderly lady in a rain coat standing behind her car in the construction zone waving her arms for me to stop. I had almost passed the elderly lady when I saw her and couldn’t stop. So I turned around at the next exit and circled back and pulled up behind the broken down car with my four-ways on.

Two heads popped up from behind the seats and a young guy came back to the truck. I told him to get everyone out of the car and I would take them to a gas station where they could get some help. He got his wife from the car and they got into my truck and shut the passenger door.
I looked at them and said, ‘Is that everybody? Where is the elderly lady?’ The couple looked puzzled and asked what I was talking about. So I told them the story of the elderly lady flagging me done and described her to the couple.

Immediately the woman burst into tears and said that she had heard that guardian angels look like deceased relatives. She went on to explain that her grandmother had passed away earlier that year and I had just described her grandmother to a ‘T.’

This story still gives me goose bumps thinking about it all these years later.

I can’t wait to meet that elderly lady someday. I did something right that night, for once in my life.”


How old is that story, bro?: Trucking tales, legends, ghosts.

as2.hubimg.com_u_1222161_f248.jpg   Truckers love to tell stories. The seasoned vets especially love to booger newbies with awful tales, full of ghastly appearances and cops who tell them to run over parked cars or be issued tickets. You can’t get truckers to agree on much of anything other than their urban legends, and even those have endless variations, depending on what part of the country you happen to be in. As it turns out, most of these stories have origins rooted firmly in ancient tales that have been told for hundreds of years.
Everyone on the road has heard the “Legend of the Black Dog.” The black dog supposedly comes when a truck driver has been driving too long and starts to fall asleep at the wheel. He or she will see the ghoul running toward the truck, just before the crash. The apparition causes the driver to steer off the road, or into traffic, and results in an accident that kills the truck driver or an innocent person.

The origins of the black dog are difficult to pin down, though in various pieces of European mythology dogs have been associated with death. Their scavenging habits may attribute to these beliefs, as well as the fact that black dogs are seen almost universally as malevolent. It’s possible the black dog legend is a throwback to a belief held by couriers of freight as far back as Egyptian times.

The vanishing hitchhiker is the story of a hitchhiker who has died in a terrible accident and returns in ghostly form to the scene. In some versions of the legend, a truck driver will stop to pick the hitchhiker up and take them to their designated location. When dropped off, the hitchhiker leaves some kind of personal article on the truck, like a sweater or a book bag. The driver will return the object to the place they dropped the hitchhiker off, only to be told the owner of the personal item is a child or friend of whoever lives there and they’ve been dead for some time, due to a tragic accident on whichever road the trucker picked them up on.

In the song “Phantom 309,” Red Sovine sings about thumbing a ride with a trucker who tells him to make sure the people at the truck stop he drops him off at know who sent him. When Red informs the truck stop crowd of his driver, a waiter tells him the story of a driver who died after crashing his rig to avoid a school bus full of kids at the intersection he was picked up at. The waiter tells the hiker that he wasn’t the first; the ghost of Big Joe had been known to pick up other hitchhikers over the years.

Sovine also recorded “Bringing Mary Home,” in which he picks up a young woman standing by the road on a stormy night, only to have her disappear before he reaches the address she gives him. Her mother answers the door and tells him that he is the 13th man who has come to her, bringing Mary home.

According to folklorists, the vanishing hitchhiker/driver stories may have evolved from earlier European yarns, usually about travelers on horseback. A version of the story actually appears in the Bible (Acts 8:26-39), wherein an Ethiopian driving a chariot picks up the Apostle Philip, who baptizes him and disappears. As time rolled on and the story continued to be told, the chariots, wagons and horseback of yesteryear became the big rigs of today.

Truckers can also be the heroes of urban legends. In one such story, a nasty biker gang harasses a trucker in a restaurant. The trucker says nothing, pays his bill and leaves. One biker brags to the proprietor, “He wasn’t much of a man, was he?” Looking out the window, the owner says, “No, he’s not much of a driver either. He just backed over your bikes.”

This basic plot line shows up in our favorite trucking movies like Smokey and the Bandit and Every Which Way But Loose, and versions of the story have been set in the United States, Canada and Great Britain. Rather than preach the Christian message of “turn the other cheek,” these stories encourage temporary meekness, only to strike back against the prized possessions of the tormentor. Again, there are several European legends involving the same methods, dating back hundreds of years.

Reports of spirits leading truckers to safety are varied and different versions develop as they are told by different drivers. One particularly inspiring story involves a young man, fairly new to trucking, who gets hung up in a blinding snowstorm in the Kansas flat lands. Just as he’s about to pull over and stop on what he hopes is the side of the road, someone comes on the CB who sounds remarkably like his deceased father (who had also been a trucker) and tells him to follow the taillights, which he des, and they lead him safely to a truck stop. The guy grabs his jacket and jumps out of the truck to tell the other driver thank you, and even though there were two sets of tracks in the snow, his is the only truck around.

Soldiers in battle often relate these types of experiences, either being warned of danger or directed away from danger by familiar spirits who have passed. The Vikings had tales of the Goddess Vor (meaning “careful one” or “aware”), who assisted in their conquests by warning of treachery and ill-will before it befell them.

Mark Twain said, “There is no such thing as a new idea. It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope. We give them a turn and they make new and curious combinations. We keep on turning and making new combinations indefinitely; but they are the same old pieces of colored glass that have been in use through all the ages.”

The same holds true for our legends and stories, which is why they continue to be told throughout the ages of time. So beware, newbies, you’re not the first and you won’t be the last to hear about Large Marge….


Off the bat, I didn't like the area, but had no other choice. The bathrooms were unkempt and had enough graffiti on the walls to classify itself as an inner-city truck stop, even though I was practically in the middle of nowhere. It was also a small stop, with parking for only a dozen trucks. After washing up, I purchased a new work knife, some hot food and headed out to my truck.

I sat in the captain's

chair and listened to the radio while I ate my dinner with the windows down, letting in the dry wind. The Mississippi River had just begun flooding, but there hadn't been any rain in over a week. The surrounding area was beginning to look like Nevada more than Arkansas.

I finished my meal and cleaned up a bit. I slid out of the seat and onto the pavement as a gust of warm wind hit me. I strolled over to the dumpster, tossed my garbage inside and began slowly walking back to my truck. I fished out a filterless cigarette and leaned against the bug-splattered side of my truck and lit it with my lighter. I enjoyed the smoke as I watched the sun set below the horizon. A few more trucks had backed into spots. I spotted one guy walking out of the store with a bottle of beer in his hand, looking around nervously as he quickly strode over to his truck. The life of a trucker. Something interesting and new every day. Risking his job over one, lousy beer.

I climbed back into the cab of the truck, dropped back into the sleeper berth, changed into a pair of pajamas and lay down to get some rest. I didn't bother setting an alarm. I felt sleep creep over me and accepted it as I drifted off into dreamworld.


I awoke with the cab of the truck rocking violently, knocking the bottle of water I had placed on my "nightstand" over onto the floor. I sat straight up, fully awake and pressed the button on the truck's radio/alarm. It was shortly after three in the morning. I reached down and grabbed the bottle of water that had fallen, twisted the cap off and took a few deep gulps before wondering what had rocked my truck so violently. Then I remembered: the wind. I settled back down, got my heart rate back below a hundred and lay my head down on the pillow. The truck rocked again, knocking my ashtray over that I had set in the cup holder and once again tossing my water bottle onto the floor.

I flipped on the overhead light, slid on my shoes and grabbed another cigarette from my pack. I opened the curtains, sat in the captain's chair and shut off the sleeper light. I opened the door and noticed that it had cooled down considerably. I shut off the truck, pocketed the keys and climbed down onto the pavement to look around.

At this time of night, the truck stop only had lights around the gasoline pumps, and their light could not reach the truck parking area. I looked around a moment, lit my cigarette... and then noticed something. The wind had stopped blowing. I wondered what had caused my truck to rock so violently. Earthquake maybe? I knew that a few had been reported around Memphis, and I was probably close enough to have felt a tremor, but that rocking motion did not feel like an earthquake. It felt like the wind hitting the side of my truck with a strong gust.


Off the bat, I didn't like the area, but had no other choice. The bathrooms were unkempt and had enough graffiti on the walls to classify itself as an inner-city truck stop, even though I was practically in the middle of nowhere. It was also a small stop, with parking for only a dozen trucks. After washing up, I purchased a new work knife, some hot food and headed out to my truck.

"The creepiest I had was back in 2008 moving from Seattle to DC.

Route was down to Portland, then I84 to I80 to I76 to I70 to I270. Immediately heading out of Portland I passed an old F100 going very slow in primer black with no license plates. Cool truck I thought and didn't really pay it any mind. I noticed about an hour later that the same truck was a couple car lengths behind me...odd. After getting back to some open roads he disappeared into the distance behind me.

First night I stopped somewhere in Idaho. Shitty cheap local motel and I'm the only one there. Wake up the next morning and parked one spot away from me is that primered F100.

Take off, continuing my trek southeast. Every single time I stop for gas, at a rest stop, or get slowed down for traffic the old Ford shows up in my rear-view mirror again. It's bizarre.

Nearing the end of Nebraska I pull over and get gas and decide to drive one more tank then stop for the day. Pull back onto the highway and Mr. Truck is right there shadowing me again. About 30 minutes later I realize I'm too tired to get to the end of the tank and decide to stop in the next town just over the border in Iowa. As I'm getting off I see the pickup pass on carrying down the highway. Guess he has more endurance than I do.

Wake up the next know what's coming...the damned truck is in the hotel parking lot again. Up to this point I just figured I was driving hare to his tortoise and we just happened to be making the same West-East trip. Now I had that weird light feeling in my something was just off. I ask the clerk when turning in my keys what's up with the truck?...when had it come in?... She says she wasn't working last night and wasn't sure (and also probably thought I was crazy...which maybe I was).

Anyhow, at that point I figure it must be a coincidence and this has to be a different truck. I mean there were a lot of F100s made and there's bound to be a couple in the country that are primer black running with no plates. As I go to head out I see the truck turning out of the parking lot in the direction that leads him away from the highway. Couldn't have been the same one from before...the guy didn't turn in his keys so he was probably staying locally.

Get back on the highway. No truck. Run to the end of the tank stop and get gas and some snacks. Get back on...and I merge in two cars in front of a primer black F100. What...the...hell.

At that point I decide...screw it, I'm marathoning the rest of the way. It's less than 20 hours so it shouldn't be so bad and I don't want to stay at another shitty motel with strange ghost truck stalking me.

The pattern continues with the truck showing up behind me every single time I take a break or get gas or get slowed in traffic. It's dark when I get to the I70/270 split and the old headlights are glowing back on the horizon. I know it's him. I wonder if it's going to follow me down 270 and be parked down the street near my house the next morning when I wake up. Alas, the truck continues on 70 and I never see it again.

Looking back it was probably a confluence or coincidence... it still feels really odd to me though because it's not like there were a lot of F100s doing interstate runs in 2008. I also realized that I never got a good look at the driver. Not that there was no driver, but in my memories all I see is an indistinct human shaped thing driving an old truck that stalked me for 3000 miles."

Suggested By: jariten1781, Photo Credit: Katherine Tompikns

9.) Driving Through Hurricane Sandy

The Ten Scariest Driving Stories We've Ever Heard

I was lucky enough to be inside during Hurricane Sandy, even if I was without power. Reader Dukie - Jalopnik Emergency Management Asshole had to brave the storm:

"I got deployed to NJ just before that bitch Sandy showed up. For some reason, the powers that be decided it would be smart for us to have hotels in Neptune (See Atlantic Coast), but work in the state Emergency Operations Center in Trenton (See Pennsylvania side of NJ).

The day before landfall, a co-worker (Mike) and I drove separately to Trenton, mainly because he had a van full of Comm gear and no spare seats. Just before I left to go back to the hotel, I decided to grab a couple MRE's from his van for when the power went out. As I was coming back into the building to give him the keys, Gov. Chris Christie was walking through the atrium of the building to give a press conference. I wasn't about to barge through his entourage to give the keys back to Mike, so I asked one of the other guys who was standing outside smoking to make sure Mike got the keys to the van as soon as he was done smoking. This was at about 6pm the evening before landfall, and Sandy's outer bands were just starting to show up.

At 9:30pm that night, I got a call from Mike asking, "Hey, where'd you put those van keys?" Mike ended up working late that night (he was dealing with a lot of logistical stuff) and apparently the guy I gave the keys to, didn't get them to Mike. By now, Sandy's winds were really kicking but I told Mike I'd be there as soon as I could. When I had driven to Neptune earlier that night, I made an observation about I-195. Tons of tall trees on the sides of the roadsand open median in the middle. It's a good thing I noticed and remembered that.

Now I've driven in a couple of hurricanes, and it's not THAT big of a deal. Unless it's pitch black out. Getting down to I-195 via the GSP wasn't bad, some branches on the road, maybe a tree limb here and there. I'm not that stupid, so I'm only doing about 40 mph in the left lane once I'm on I-195 and then it happened.

I literally yelled, "WHATTHEFUCKOHMYGODHOLYSHITFUCKINGHELL!!" In the pitch black of that night, with the wind howling and the rain coming down, the top of a tree appeared in front of me. Luckily it was only about 1-2 feet into my lane (the other 30+ feet of it was completely blocking the right lane) and I wasn't driving like an idiot. Lather rinse repeat about another dozen times on the way to Trenton. And at least another dozen (including one on a blind corner) on the way back to Neptune. The roundtrip took roughly 4 hours that night, Google is telling me it's 48 minutes one way right now. I changed my shorts when I got back to my powerless hotel, and slept for about an hour when I was awoken by a phone call saying we needed to get to work ASAP because the President had declared the disaster. Thankfully, we only had to report to our alternate location near Neptune after that call and not Trenton."

Suggested By: Dukie - Jalopnik Emergency Management Asshole, Photo Credit: Getty Images

8.) This Isn't Happening'

The Ten Scariest Driving Stories We've Ever Heard

That's what foxbody said, as his truck rolled before he knew what was going on.

"Going to get a damn Christmas tree with my then-GF, driving my then-beautiful '85 Yota. It's been snowing, but the roads are pretty clear. I'm cruising at maybe 50 around a gentle bend, which leads to a bridge. There's a little bump where the concrete transitions to the bridge, this happens to mark where a large patch of black ice starts. Soon as the rear tires hit the bump, the rear end pops out 90 degrees, and the car slides sideways directly through the oncoming lane of traffic, at the guard rail. I have enough time to say 'holy shit this isn't happening' before I hit the guardrail head-on, which flips the truck and it begins rolling. Rolled maybe 4 or 5 times down the whole length of the bridge, ending up on the shoulder of the opposite site of the road, 2 feet from sliding down a cliff towards a little river.

Roll cage saved my life, I'm pretty sure."

Suggested By: foxbody, Photo Credit: Getty Images

7.) Who Put A Couch In The Road?

The Ten Scariest Driving Stories We've Ever Heard

A couch is one of the last things you'd expect to see in the middle of a road, and Takuro Spirit - Trans Camry didnt' see it until after he'd hit it.

"The time I was most scared behind the wheel was when I hit a dark object on a dark road at high speed... not knowing what I was about to hit.

It was a late night. Midnight. Dark three lane highway. Sparse traffic.

I had been at a female friend's house as was my usual weekend routine, about 90 miles from home. I had taken my oft-reliable but oil consuming (see my past stories for the time on the same highway that I wore a lobe off the camshaft) 1977 Firebird Esprit on the trip as I always had.

Driving southbound on highway 41 outside of Appleton, near the Neenah Menasha exit (yes, the same exit the band Sponge titled a song after), I was following an S-Blazer in the center lane when suddenly, BRAKE LIGHTS. The S-Blazer swerved hard left, as a car that had been in front of the Blazer went hard right, and spun off the road down an embankment. This I did not much see. Why? Because in the center lane, dead ahead of me, was a large black rectangle. Focusing on that, my vision narrowed.

My mind had few precious seconds to compile all the info around me, and to guess at what I was about to run into, and how not to, and there were few options. With a car outbraking me to my left (the Blazer) and a car spinning off the road to the right (whatever it was), I had to go straight. And brake. And close my eyes. Was is a flipped over car? A garbage dumpster? What else would be on the highway in the middle of the WHAM!!!!!

I made contact. It was loud. But...not as loud as I would have thought. I opened my eyes, I was still slowing. I remember looking down at my speedo and seeing 50-ish. I had been doing about 70-ish. I let off the brake, as I seemed to be out of harms way, except for the awful screechy metally scraping noise. I shifted to neutral, shut off the engine, thinking something may have punctured the radiator, or the fan was now hitting it causing the noise, turned on the flashers (good ol fashion pull knob!), and made my way to the right shoulder.

The Blazer pulls up behind me.

A lady gets out.

"Are you okay?!?!" she yells from her car as I exit my Firebird, and look around to assess the situation.

There is light traffic, now slowing, driving through a debris field strewn across the highway. There is the Blazer behind me, and farther back a tow truck already on the side of the road. Odd.

"I'm okay...." I answer

"You hit that thing head on! It blew apart, it was crazy!"

"Hit what?" I ask, still in shock and trying to register still what is going on exactly.

"The couch. You hit that couch." She points to the freeway.

I focus on the debris, and see cushions. Wood. Fabric. Debris.

I decimated that shit. YESSS.

I make my way around the front of the car, and see my headlights are no longer pointed straight, my hood is buckled, my composite material nose askew. And I see fluid dripping. Fuck. I kneel down, and at this time the tow truck driver approaches. I see metal, under my car.... it's the springs and frame from the couch. They are tangled in my transmission cooler lines, which have now been forcefully pulled out of my radiator. Fuuuuuuuu

"Did you not see it?!?!"


The tow truck driver, who first noticed the couch getting dropped off someone's trailer stopped and had just begun to shine his spotlight on it to warn traffic as we approached, and took it out.

"No... there was a car in front...." I mumble. Still trying to understand all this... I mean, this is my first "accident" and all.

"Where's the other car?" he asks. We look down the embankment. There's a church. With a car parked on the access road. There's a guy. Trudging through the weeds to climb up to us.

He's okay.

He actually hit the couch, and knocked it to where it was before I hit it, before he spun off the road. So he says. His car is fine.

The Blazer is fine.

My car is not.

State Patrol arrives, and assesses the situation, gets all our info, and starts to write out a report. Everyone is getting ready to leave and I cannot. I can't get the couch parts untangled from my car. I ask the tow truck driver.... not for a tow, but just to lift it up high enough so I can get under it, and pull the shit out. I have tools....

He obliges. I tip him and say thanks. Most of the debris has been cleared by State Patrol and passing cars. I walk back to my car and see something waving in the wind. It's a small piece of batting, stuck to my radio antenna. I take it off. I put it in the glove box.

I drive to the next exit, flipping on my highbeams to see just how badly my lights are now misaligned. I brighten up the retaining wall, the street, the sky.

I stop at the gas station off the exit and purchase a bottle of ATF, and check my trans level. It's dripping, but its not pouring out, even when running. Thankfully there were SOME threads left and the lines are not completely pulled out anymore.

I limp home, stopping every once and awhile to check the ATF level. It's good every time. Yay.

I get home, park in my parent's driveway, and go to bed."

Suggested By: Takuro Spirit - Trans Camry, Photo Credit: Michael Mol

6.) Just Hold It

The Ten Scariest Driving Stories We've Ever Heard

Sometimes it's better to just hold it in rather than risk the unknown like Moves-Like-Senna did:

"I was visiting my girlfriend several hours northwest of Montreal and the weekend was over so I set out driving South on Autoroute 117 from Val D'or in Quebec at about 2AM on a Monday morning.

Anyone who has driven the road knows just how bare it is and how isolated you are. It's not abnormal to speed excessively as there are very few police officers, no cell reception, no gas stations for a 190 mile stretch and emergency SOS phones every dozen miles or so.

As mentioned it was 2 AM and I was blasting down the highway pushing my rental 2014 Hyundai Sonata to its limits. I'd downed 2 Monsters and half a gallon of water nearly 2 hours earlier and well, to ensure I stayed awake I held off from a bathroom break until I finally needed one.

Keeping my eye out for any roads or trails, I kept spotting flashes of lights in the woods. It was a clear night with a full moon so I just kept telling myself they were probably just highway markers set too close together and that if I pull over there'd be no worries.

After a good 20 minutes of stammering around trying to not soil the seat of the Sonata I was confined to for 6 more hours, I SLAMMED on the brakes! A single dirt road, barely wide enough for an Aveo but I decided to give it a shot. I was desperate!

Rather than just stopping on the bare highway and doing my business, I pulled in and started to go through the trail thanking myself for choosing the full coverage, non-fault insurance as the bushes scrapped and thwarted the sides of the car and the bottom occasionally getting caught on a rock.

After a few minutes, some fog started to set in and the trail had gotten wider but muddier I hit the gas and got through a half foot deep mud pit and found a spot where I could stop and then turn around. I got out holding my self between the legs leaving the car door open and fighting off the bugs to go pee across the trail.

OH MY GOD! YES JUST FUCK YES, it was the best feeling in the world. I was overcome with glee and relief but then... I hear a thud... mid-stream my car door had closed. It couldn't have just been nothing as I climbed up the bank to park so the door was held open by gravity but I shrugged my shoulders and told myself it was the wind even though there was none.

I reached in my pocked to double check I had the keyfob which I did and my cellphone as well and for some reason I started to feel a tingling on the back of my neck.... and I looked up.

More road markers... but on the the fog... in the woods....they were eyes.. first one pair then three.. I zipped up and ran to the car but the car was locked? I left it unlocked and the door open. WHAT WAS HAPPENING!??!?!?!

I turn around and there's three wolves staring at me with my dress shirt sticking out of my fly. TWO terrifying things 1) the wolves in front of me 2) I just tore my Hugo Boss dress shirt. I clicked the keyfob button in my pocket, unlocked the door and calmly stepped in...

HOLY SHIT... FINALLY some sheet metal between me and the wolves. I was sweaty, I'd dribbled on my work pants and tore my shirt... great. At least I was safe. I went to start the car and it wouldn't start. Nothing, no turn over or anything. This was a brand new 2014 Sonata and I was the first renter.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone after a few tries with nothing and as I mentioned there's no reception, no police, almost no traffic and I'm in the middle of a friggen ATV trail and my car wouldn't start. What next?

BATS! That's what. FUCKING BATS! There were fucking bats in the car. Now I'm sitting in the car with my phone screen on unable to call 911 and several bats flying around me and three wolves still outside my car staring at me make a fool of myself. Panicking I decided to start swatting the bats. Have you ever swatted bats? This was a first for me but man is it disgusting.

It's furry and greasy at the same time and you feel their skin on yours too. Throw in the fact they're trying to bite and scratch you and they can practically see in the dark.

After a well fought battle, I got enough of them on the ground that I could try and start the car again. I inched my door open a crack, re-closed it to reset the lights and tried the key again. IT WORKED! YES HOME FREE!!! I shoved it into drive turned the wheel left, honked at the wolves and mashed it to get the car turned around.

I started heading back down the trail but suddenly there's HALF A DOZEN WOLVES chasing me from behind and I opened the windows to get the bats out. I reached the highway with everything clamouring around, the car banging anything it could and bats flying out the window.

Too preoccupied with the pack of wolves chasing me, and bats still flying around I didn't notice the semi truck headed north and flew right on to the highway crossing his path and I'd just missed getting hit by a mere few inches. I almost soiled the seat... again.

I continued to drive south fighting off the bats at 30mph to get away from the wolves and finally they were gone. I closed up the windows sped up to a speed that isn't exactly legal trying to catch my breath to make sense out of what just happened.

For 5 hours I drove in silence until I arrived at a parking lot near work in downtown Montreal. Bloodied with bat shit on me, smelling like urine, a torn shirt still sticking through my fly, muddied dress shoes, exhausted and panicked I walked into the office to start my Monday morning."

Suggested By: Moves-Like-Senna, Photo Credit: Andrew Bowden

5.) Truck Fire

The Ten Scariest Driving Stories We've Ever Heard1

The stars aligned in the worst way possible for reader High Road. His truck "caught fire and started a 1500 acre wildfire." The truck backfired going into low gear which and ignited because of a leak in the gas tank.

Suggested By: High Road, Photo Credit: High Road

4.) Check Your GPS Before You Set Off

The Ten Scariest Driving Stories We've Ever Heard

Be sure you know which way you're going, otherwise you could end up in great danger like bobrayner did:

"Driving through a minefield whilst arguing with the codriver about which route had been cleared of mines, there was definitely one mine-free route, um, I remember seeing somebody post a GPS trail on the internet, err, wasn't it over there? All this sand and scrub looks the same..."

Suggested By: bobrayner, Photo Credit: Dwilliams851

3.) Code Brown

The Ten Scariest Driving Stories We've Ever Heard

This story from PNW20v is why companies like Volvo are devloping airbags that work outside of the car:

"Back on Labor day weekend I had a homeless man very literally run out into traffic in front of me. I was going through a stop light intersection in a marked 35 zone. He ran out from in front of a car that was turning left from the same direction of traffic as me.

I hit him with my drivers quarter panel at a full skid at about a 45 degree angle.

Have you ever had a person come through your windshield, so hard their head comes within inches of your face? Terrifying. Getting out and seeing a man with 2 compound fractured legs and bleeding from multiple orifices on his head? Scariest experience of my life, involving a car or not. Only silver lining of it all, I was 100% cleared by security footage on a near by business. Didn't even get a ticket."

Suggested By: PNW20v, Photo Credit: allen watkin

2.) 'You Are Going To Die Tonight'

The Ten Scariest Driving Stories We've Ever Heard

Those are six words you never want to hear shouted at you while you're driving. Reader phimuskapsi did, and lives to tell the tale.

"One night, I'm out getting gas, and after I leave I pull up to a red light behind a beater car and we are both turning right onto a two-lane highway. We both make the right, his car doesn't go very fast so I head for the left lane. He blocks me. I head for the right lane. He immediately kills his signal and cuts me off again. This continues for a little while before I get annoyed, gun it and go to pass him. Again, while in the process of passing, this guy takes a dive at my car which slows me down. He's yelling at me out his window, "YOU AREN'T PASSING ME MOTHERFUCKER!!!!" and laughing manically. We get caught at another light and he starts chucking stuff at my car, I check the traffic and gun it through the red, I'm sufficiently creeped out now. His car seems to be faster than I initially thought and he is keeping up with me through traffic. In desperation I start turning off side-streets, and he is following me. We get to another light and I ask what his problem is and he screams, literally, screams "YOU ARE GOING TO DIE TONIGHT." Holy fuck.

So I chuck an old coffee into his car, turn off my lights and take the fuck off as fast as I can go. At this point stop lights aren't a concern anymore, I WANT to be pulled over. I'm ripping through little towns at 100MPH (in 25 and 30 zones) and starting to lose him, finally duck into another side street, somehow find a driveway that goes next to a garage, pull up next to the garage, lights off (car on), and wait...1 minute....3 minutes. 10 minutes.

I finally get home about 45 minutes later, white as a ghost, call the police (didn't have my cell at the time) and report him in. I never found out what happened, I never saw him again. Literally thought I was going to be murdered...for nothing."

Suggested By: phimuskapsi, Photo Credit: State Farm

1.) Don't Drive Tired

The Ten Scariest Driving Stories We've Ever Heard

If you've ever been tempted to drive tired, OneFastPuertoRican's story will scare you straight:

"Spring Break 1997, I was heading out to Houston from Lubbock and looking forward to a nice week of doing nothing. With a few stops, the drive should take about 8.5-9 hours. The plan was to stop in Austin for the night at a good friend's house and head out to Houston (2.5 hrs) in the morning. For the record, I'm driving an '85 Sentra hatchback (no AC, no cruise control, thanks Dad!)

Due to work commitments, I couldn't leave Lubbock until about 6pm. I stopped at a friend's house for a quick bite before hitting the road. It's now 7pm.

The drive itself was very uneventful until I get to Austin. About 12:30 am I reach Austin and find a bank of pay phones (before the era of everyone has a cellphone). I called him to say 'I'm not tired. Really. Gonna make the short drive to Houston.'

He says 'Are you sure? It's pretty late man.'

Me: 'Yeah, I'm good. Call you in the morning when I'm in H-town'

I hang up and fill up the tank before heading out again. It's now 1 am.

At 2:30 am I reach Brenham and can barely keep my eyes open. I'm doing every trick in the book: loud music, window open, slapping face, punching myself. Nothing's working.

Just past Brenham on 290 is a combination levee/bridge highway designed to keep the freeway high and dry during big floods. Pictured above but in dead of night with no lights whatsoever.

The last thing I remember was closing my eyes and opening them suddenly to see my car plunging down the levee with me inside. I must have been doing 60-70 MPH when I went downhill. Luckily the high grass kept me from either overturning/nailing the bottom of the levee.

So I've stopped about 15 feet from the bottom of the levee. It's the middle of the night and no one can see my car down the embankment. No cell phone. No witnesses. Car won't start. Fuck…..

After a quick check on myself, I get out of the car and stumble out the driver-side door. I start climbing up the levee to flag down someone to help. Yeah right. People are just gonna stop when they see some 'mexican-looking fellow' waving his arms in the middle of nowhere at 2:45 am.

Finally, an 18-wheeler stops and I borrow his cell phone. I call my Dad (who's unsure of what to do, thanks Pop) then call a wrecker to pull my car out. The trucker offers to wait until the wrecker arrives but I get really creeped out just sitting there so I say, Yeah, I'm good. I'll wait by the side of the road."

The trucker leaves and I'm all alone again. After a few minutes, I realize that I'll probably be waiting for an hour for the wrecker so I decide to get back in my car and see if I can't throw it in reverse.

Not sure if I had an angel on my shoulder, but the car fired right up! As I threw it into reverse, it truly felt like a Christmas miracle. All the way up the embankment I drove backwards and made it to the top by the side of the freeway. Got out and checked around. Wheels? OK. Body Damage? Nothing too noticeable. Engine? Looks like the underneath of a lawnmower, but it all looks OK. Belts are still belting! Let's go!!!

Put it in first gear and I hear a wobble from the wheels. Not sure what it is but nothing is gonna stop me from making it to Houston, damnit! My top speed after the accident was about 40MPH.

I reach my parent's house about 5:00 am. Tired, sore and still a bit in shock, I told my parents what happened before I collapsed in my bed.

After I woke up sometime around noon, I went to survey the damage: I had completely stripped two of the four lugs off the right wheel and one lug off the left wheel. I'm damned lucky that one or both wheels didn't fly off the car after my 'accident'.

I also realized that if I had gone off 15 seconds later, my car would probably have been upside-down in the creek.

So, yes. NEVER pass up a chance to sleep during a long road trip."

Suggested By: OneFastPuertoRican, Photo Credit: Saoirse Alessanrdo


The Most Haunted Roads in the World

When we think about something being haunted, we think of asylums, homes, prisons and cemeteries. However, there is another place that can be haunted, and there are plenty of examples around the world. It is roads, and some roads have more spirits and ghost stories than most apparent haunted houses. So, what are the haunted roads that you should be aware of in your travels? No matter where you go it seems, on any continent, you are going to come across a road that locals and visitors cite as haunted. Here are just a few.

The M6


According to several surveys, the M6 in England is the most haunted road in the entire land. The road itself has existed in one form or another for roughly 2,000 years and was even used by Roman soldiers during the Roman occupation of England. Not surprisingly, there have been Roman soldiers sighted along the road, walking through traffic, along with a truck driving against the flow of traffic, and a ghostly woman who is very distraught and hitchhiking on the road for eternity. It just gets getting creepy though for those who are on the road, especially at night. Many motorists have reported seeing eyes looking at them from the bushes around Manchester, which is where there was a serious mining disaster many years ago.

Tuen Mun Road


In Hong Kong, you will find the major Tuen Mun Road, which is the most important road on the island and in heavy use. However, it is not just living people who use this road, but the dead as well. There have been many accidents on this road, an immense amount that makes it one of the most dangerous roads in the world. Locals blame the many accidents on the ghosts of the region who will appear out of nowhere in the middle of the road. This will cause the drivers on the road to swerve out of the way, and getting into a serious, sometimes fatal accident. What is making matters worse is that the number of ghosts continues to grow as more and more people die on the road. In many ways, the road is like a zombie virus, killing and adding to its undead ranks and killing more through ghosts appearing out of nowhere in front of drivers.

Stocksbridge By-Pass


Located in England, where we have the M6, we also have the Stocksbridge By-Pass, which is a small road that is the site of many haunting in the area. One story tells of a security guard who was watching the cameras along the roadway and he saw a group of children playing near the road. Not only was this odd because it was late at night, but the clothes the children were wearing dated from many years ago. Going to investigate the situation, the security guard found that the children were gone and there were no traces of anyone being there in the past few days at least. The ground was muddy and there were no footsteps at all in it, which naturally caused the security guard to get a bit freaked out at the situation. It was not just the security guard who experienced this either. Workmen who were staying at the worksite over night could also hear children singing in the night, which itself would be a terrifying experience when you know there are no children around. The appearances do not end there though, another security guard saw a person dressed like a monk standing on the bridge. Thinking the person was going to commit suicide, the police were called but they dismissed the monk sighting as a joke. Eventually the police did go to bridge and found nothing except a very cold temperature in the area, even though the evening was warm and they were in their car. Then, a figure suddenly appeared beside their windows with no head, legs, or arms. The cops tried to get away but their car would not start until the figure disappeared.
Bloodspoint Road


Bloodspoint Road in Boone County, Illinois is a very disturbing and dangerous place to be, but throughout Boone County there are many haunted roads that intersect each other. These roads have been the sites of many disturbing events in the past including murders, suicides, a child that was hit by a train and hangings. One of the worst events was a family that was murdered in the area. In addition, the roads have been the sites of rapes, and children dying on a bus that rolled off a bridge. There was also apparently a witch in the area who hung her children at an old farmhouse. The farmhouse no longer exists, but some drivers have seen it in the field even though later on there is nothing there. With all these horrible events there are many stories these days of seeing children standing on the road, hand marks on cars, strange noises and lights appearing in the trees around the roads.




Going back to England, we have another haunted road. This time it is the A229 going from Kent to Sussex and it is one of the most haunted roads in the country. Many drivers have reported seeing a woman in a white dress appearing in front of their car. When they stop the car, just before hitting her, she will disappear. Most people believe the woman to be Judith Langham, who was killed on the road on her wedding day in 1965. She is not the only ghost here though, including a hitchhiker who can be seen hiking near a well-known pub in the area. When the hitchhiker gets into the car, he will tell you all the things that have gone wrong in the world and how he will make them better, but once you reach a certain spot on the road; he disappears from the seat to start this short journey all over again.
   The Ghost Story of Haunted Roads

The story of a haunted road in comes from a resident of the city. He is an Asian, male University sophomore. He told me the story in March at a very late hour. Among friends discussing plans to one day explore some supposedly haunted areas of the state, the storyteller spoke of a “rumor” he had heard from one of his college friends. The “late hour” previously mentioned is noteworthy since it affected the way the urban legend was told. There were four of us in a diner, eating at a time when most restaurants had been closed for hours already. Thus, we were all a bit tired, including the storyteller, who blamed the combination of hunger and the time of day for his lack of presentation skills. For example, he would eat and talk and restate certain parts.

He started by describing that the haunted road was “somewhere in the city, I think it was Marriott Road. Like the hotel, ya know?” He claimed that the road was close by because his friend said so. Later, we looked online and found a nearby street named Marriottsville Road. The storyteller continued by saying that the road is haunted because when you drive there at night, when the sun has completely set, the area seems to be pitch black. Even with headlights, it is supposedly unsafe due to the darkness that shrouds the pavement. He said that the trees there are so tall and the vegetation so thick that they “practically cover the road and form a tunnel around it” to block any light from entering.

Not only is the road a dark one, but there are two more supernatural elements to it. The first is a barn off the side of the road. The storyteller said that noises have been heard from the barn. When people go to investigate the noise, they eventually get close enough to hear whimpering animals. The sounds get louder until, as the storyteller claimed, “They sound more like screaming than whimpering.” At this point, any would-be investigators run away from the site of the barn.
Furthermore, there is an even more terrifying aspect of the road. As already described, it is hard to drive there. The darkness is just part of the difficulty. The road also has many turns and curves along with steep hills. At this point of the story, the teller used lots of hand gestures to help us visualize the severity of the road’s twists. He waved a flat hand like a rollercoaster to show us that driving there would be fun, but in a scary way. However, if one drives too quickly over the seventh hill, a ghost appears. This ghost is actually a monster-truck-like vehicle with extremely bright headlights. The ghost is supposedly that of a victim of a car crash. My friend said, “It was a driver who liked to be reckless, but bit off more than he could chew by racing along the road.” Therefore, he gets jealous of other people speeding and tries to run them off the road.

The urban legend clearly includes many typical elements of scary stories. There is a scary forest, a chilling building, and although the truck is a vehicular paranormal being, it is basically a ghostly figure. I could not find any stories about Marriottsville Road (although oddly enough, there is a “Marriottsville Road 2” off of the main road (“marriottsville road, Ellicott City, MD 21042”)), but there is a more well-known story regarding a road with seven hills. One website states,

“There are seven hills behind Historic Ellicott City, which is said; Supposedly, if you hit the seventh hill at midnight, you will be chased by a demon car that appears out of nowhere. Again this is a myth, and I don't suggest anyone try this! People have lost their lives on this road” (“Historic Ellicott City, MD – Haunted Ellicott City”).

Unfortunately, the above story is not talking about the same road since Marriottsville Road is not that close to Historic Ellicott City. Perhaps the two stories were similar enough to get grouped together. Despite the lack of text regarding Marriottsville Road, when I asked other friends from Ellicott City about a haunted road, they recognized the story. Some say that there is no barn or truck, others say that the truck was driven by two teenage girls, and many purport that it is not a named road that is haunted, but rather an unlabeled road near Marriottsville Road. Even so, they all agree that there is a haunted road north of route 40.
Clearly, the face-value moral of the story is to not be reckless. This rocky road is one that can attract thrill-seekers, but the moral of the story is that if one is careless, then a negative turn of events will occur. In this case, a supernatural automobile ensures one’s doom if he or she decides to have some fun by trying to cheat death. Also, the part of the legend concerning the barn plays upon fears that curiosity is not always a good trait and how one might be punished for it. This is consistent with a theme regarding exploration. There is a facet of the story concerning nosiness and snooping around. In the legend, explorers are penalized for their curiosity by getting scared away.

The summation of so many typical urban legend elements (a dark road, a scary forest, a frightening building, a supernatural being) is also noteworthy. It shows how urban legends can sometimes get more elaborate through word-of-mouth. The story of “Seven Hills Road” is a separate, distinct legend about College Avenue (Lake 180). The addition of the truck suggests that people tend to accept stories surrounding roads as a collective message because they all show society’s fear about driving: getting lost, crashing, losing control, and even aggressive drivers


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