Speaker 1: I had just gotten out of work at eleven PM
and was heading back to my house. It's about a
forty five minute drive to get home. Usually, as I
lived several miles outside of the city, It's always very
quiet and the roads are pretty empty once I start
to get further out and closer to home. I always
enjoyed the drives back from work. I found them peaceful
and just a nice way to wind down after a
long day. I was twenty minutes away from home and
just turned down alongside road that pretty much leads directly
to my house. This was my usual route home that
I'd been taking for years now, and I'd never had
anything happen before. I will admit though it was a
bit of a creepy road at night. It was very
dimly lit and the sides of the road were surrounded
by a dense forest mention. It would often get foggy
during the later hours of the night, making things only
visible within a few feet ahead. Again, though barely anyone
is on this road at night, and there's no turns
or anything, so visibility is never too much of an issue.
Though a couple minutes down the road I see through
the fog a small blinking light. I couldn't really tell
how far ahead it was or even what side of
the road it was on. I slowed down, and as
I started to get closer, the light turned off completely.
At this point, I was maybe going fifteen to twenty
miles per hour when out of the fog, a small
car pulls out from the side of the road and
stops directly in front of me. I tried to break,
but I was too close already, and my car tapped
the back of theirs. I was kind of in shock
at first as to how suddenly it all happened, but
I noticed neither of our cars really had much damage.
Not really knowing what to do, I opened my door
and stood beside my car, waiting for them to get
out as well. I could see them moving around in
the front seat, but I couldn't tell what they were doing.
As I stood there, I looked at his car, noticing
how old and worn it was and that the headlights
were all turned off. Eventually, a man got out of
the car slowly and began making his way over to me.
From what I could see, he looked like a middle
aged man and was a pretty large guy. I decided
to start off and asked, is everything okay? You pulled
out pretty quick. He was acting a little strange and
looking all around and never making eye contact with me.
After a couple seconds, he replied, yeah, sorry. I wasn't
really sure how to respond, but he was starting to
really make me uncomfortable, and I didn't want to be
out on an empty road alone with him. I told
him that there was no real damage to either car,
so I was going to get back on the road
and head home. But as I began reaching for my
car door, he told me to wait. He told me
he wanted to check his car out for damage before
I left. I said okay and stood next to my
car as he looked at his back bumper. But then
he started to walk around this car, pretending to look
at it for damage, which was really weird because I'd
only tapped his back bumper. As he started to make
his way to the passenger side, I saw a large
figure get up in the back seat and start moving
towards the door. I immediately got in my car and
locked it as a man got out of the back door,
and both of them began waving their hands at me,
telling me to stop. I was panicking at this point
and put the car in drive and went around them
down the road. Looking in the rear view mirror, I
could see their lights turn on through the fog. I
could see their lights for about thirty seconds, but eventually
they faded out. I pulled into a gas station that
was about five minutes from my house and waited there
just to make sure that they didn't follow me home,
but the car never passed by. After waiting for fifteen minutes,
I headed home. I decided not to call the cops
at the time, as I wasn't entirely sure if I
was just overreacting or not. I'm still not sure what
those people really wanted, But the more I think about it,
everything about that situation felt wrong. I don't know what
their plan was, but part of me feels like something
very dangerous was about to happen if I had not
gotten out of there in time. Another part of me
wishes I had reported the incident, as I find myself
wondering what if they had stopped following me so that
they could try and lure someone else into their trap.
I used to work for a small trucking company that
would deliver frozen product to stores across several states. For
the most part, I would do three or four deliveries
before heading back to the warehouse and then home. Every
once in a while, though, we would have a long
delivery route where we would end too far to head
back that same day, so we would have to sleep
somewhere overnight before heading back. Usually I just pulled the
truck into a truck stop and rest for a few
hours and then get back on the road. Anyways, I
was scheduled for a long delivery this day, and I
knew I wouldn't get back until pretty late the next day.
I got ready and headed out. Nothing happened the whole
way there. I drove down, unloaded the truck, and started
heading back. It was pretty late though, around one in
the morning. I figured I should rest for an hour
or two before continuing all the way back. The last
sign I saw for a truck stop said forty miles ahead,
so I still had a bit before getting there. I
tend to space out for long periods of time when
driving down long, straight roads, especially this late at night
when nobody else is on the road. Though I saw
something flicker in my side mirror. I looked over and
noticed headlights shining from right behind the trailer, but I
couldn't see the car at all. This usually means that
the car is in my blind spot because it's too
close to the back for me to see. I continue
down the road at the same speed, waiting for the
car to get into the other lane and pass me,
but to my surprise, he stayed right behind me. This
was starting to really bother me, as I knew if
I had to break for any reason, this guy was
for sure going to hit me. The truck stop was
just a few miles ahead, though, so I tried to
ignore them for the rest of the way there. Finally,
I see the sign for the rest area and start
to pull in. As I'm turning, I checked my mirror
and I see the car slow down a little, but
then he continues to follow me into the parking lot.
I honestly wasn't sure what to think at this point,
but I figured I must have accidentally cut him off
a while back and he just wanted to yell at
me about it. I've gotten a lot of angry drivers
in my years of trucking, so I was pretty used
to it, but I've never had anyone follow me like this.
I pulled into an open spot and shifted in the park.
The car slowly trailed behind me and continued to get
closer and closer to the back before eventually stopping again.
He was too close for me to see him, but
at this point it was getting too weird. I got
out and started walking around to the back to question them,
though almost as soon as I slammed my driver door shut,
they put it in reverse and drove away in a rush.
I couldn't see too well, but I could tell it
was an older man and the car was white and
rusted all over. It looked pretty similar to one of
those old police cars with the front upper bars and everything.
I stood out there by the back of the truck
for a couple of minutes, making sure everything was securely
locked and that he didn't come back. Then I got
back in the truck and turned it off. I double
checked all the doors to make sure that they were locked,
and did one quick glance out all the windows for
any more cars. Then I laid back and closed my eyes.
I woke hearing a bang echoed through my trailer. I
checked my watch, seeing it had been almost two hours
and was a little past three am. Then there was
another bang, but this time louder. I looked over in
the side mirror and saw a very faint shadow moving
around towards the back. This time I got pretty freaked out.
I grabbed a small knife that I kept in the
middle compartment and started making my way to the back,
but this time I left the driver door open as
to not make any noise. As I got closer, I
crouched down a little and looked under the trailer. I
could clearly see someone standing right up against the back
of the truck and their car just behind them with
its headlights off. Once I saw that, a rush of
fear ran through my body, and I decided not to
approach any further and instead shouted out to them. My
voice was a little shaky, but it seemed to do
the trick. They rushed into their car and sped off.
Looking at the back door, there was scratches all over
the lock and clear marks as if he was trying
to cut it open. I looked around to see if
any other trucks could have seen the incident, but the
lot was pretty empty. After a couple minutes, I ended
up just getting back on the road and headed home.
Nothing else happened for the rest of the trip. I've
always assumed the man was just trying to steal from
my trailer, but obviously he didn't know that I was
on my way back from a delivery and the whole
trailer was empty. Anyways, It's still the most unnerving thing
that happened to me during my years of trucking, and
I still get paranoid sometimes with a feeling that a
car might be following right behind me without me even knowing.
I was attending a popular concert in the South Side
of Chicago last year. As most of you probably know,
it's a pretty sketchy area down there, and the crime
rate is really high. But the tickets were really cheap
and the concert was well populated, so I felt pretty safe.
Plus I decided to go with a couple of my friends.
The concert was great and we all really enjoyed ourselves,
but we knew the drive out would be pretty bad
with all the traffic. It was almost ten pm by
the time we got out of the parking lot and
onto the main road. We realized pretty quick though, that
we were going to be on this road for a while,
as the cars were barely even moving forward. Sitting there,
my friends started to look up other routes to get
back to our town, and they found one that could
hopefully get us past all this traffic. After sitting in
basically the same spot for thirty minutes, we agreed we
would try the other route. We turned off the main
road as soon as we could and began going through
neighborhood streets. Surprisingly, there were a lot of people outside
this late at night, just walking around or standing in
their yards. This wasn't normal from where we lived, which
was just a couple hours west. As we continued down
these neighborhood streets, we began to notice that the people
outside would watch us as we drove by, and then
we also started to realize that we hadn't seen any
other cars in probably twenty minutes. This got us a
little bit nervous and we all started to pay more attention.
I asked one of my friends to check where the
nearest main road was, and as he was scrolling through
the map, my other friend pointed out a car at
the end of the street that we were on. It
was parked sideways, blocking both lanes of the road. I
stopped the car immediately and backed out and got onto
the road that we were on. Previously then continued down there.
We began to panic a little bit, trying to find
a safe way out to a more public area with
other cars. But just a few seconds later we again
saw at the end of the road a sideways car
blocking both lanes. I stopped the car and I looked
over at my friends. We were all looking at each other,
clueless of what to do. It was too dark and
we couldn't tell if anyone was in the car up ahead,
so we didn't want to approach it. As we were
discussing our options, two men came up from one of
the houses off the street. One of them stood behind
the car, and the other one came up to my window.
He signaled with his hands for me to roll down
the window, and nervously I rolled it down just a
few inches. The man looked at each of us and
scanned the inside of the car, then asked me where
we were headed, Just back to the highway, I said.
He nodded and looked over at his friend, who started
to walk over to the passenger's side. There was a
small moment where it felt like everything went silent and
nobody moved. Then suddenly both men grabbed the doors trying
to open them repeatedly. I reacted as fast as I could,
putting the car in reverse as everyone was screaming. Just
as I started to back out, the man tried to
stick his arm through the gap in the window and
even got stuck for a second as I pulled the
car back before slamming to the ground. I turned around
and flooreded out of the street and went back to
the way we came. We were all in total shock.
I tried to stay calm, but I was shaking uncontrollably.
Agreed we would go back to the same way we
came and just get on the highway from there. I
think we were all pretty shaken by the situation, but
I do think that I handled it pretty well. Luckily
our doors were locked, though, because I'm not sure if
I'd be here right now if they weren't.