All right, floor's yours man, Yeah, so tonight. The first story I have is the second story from the truck driver lady that I talked about last week. She was one that encountered the White Dog, and she's back with another one. This one she said took place sometime after and she said, I don't remember the exact date because she's writing things that she remembered happening. Later on. After I was in Nevada for the first time, I headed at the west coast to Washington State is beautiful there. The mountains were simply breathtaking. I drove right past mountain Hood and Oregon, stopped right outside of Olympia, Washington. It is a rather quick trip, but I always wanted to go back there. After I stopped in Washington, I went south to Oregon again and straight east through Montana to Wisconsin. I usually don't get a lot of cross country trips like that. When I do, I really enjoy them. It's nice to drive for days at a time and just see the sights. On my way to Montana, I drove over the western side through Bowsmen, right over the mountains. It's getting late in the evening. As I crested the final mountain into the Rockies, sunset casting a pink and orange glow over the western sky. If I can help it. I never like to drive at night, but sometimes you just have to. In the slide of work, I rounded a bend and saw a small rest area with a large gravel lot in a restroom. Perfect, I thought to myself. I slowed my truck, put my blanker on, and pulled over, parking close to the small bathrooms. There were no other vehicles here and very little traffic on the road. It was almost dark outside, the last rays of sunlight pouring through my windshield. To get myself settled in and ready for bed, when I suddenly heard a knocking on my door. This was highly unusual. I've had people knock on my door before, but that was usually if I was parked not so legally at a truck stop, walking someone or otherwise in the way. But I clearly saw that there was no one else here with me. I should have been alone. I was back in the sleeper berth part of the truck, so I didn't see who was at the door. I was hesitant to answer it. I stepped up front, sat in the driver's seat, grabbing my pocket knife just in caves. It was dark in the cash or whoever was out there, I couldn't see what I was doing. I rolled the window down just enough to see them, but not all the way. Yes, I asked. The person standing on the ground beside my truck was tall, maybe a little too tall. He looked more or less like a normal man. He was wearing a black and red button up flannel shirt, blue jeans, with brown boots. He just looked like a hitchhiker. He looked up at me with a seriously creepy smile, and I regretted rolling down my window. Evening ma'am. He started. My truck broke down a few miles from here. I was wondering if you could give me a ride into town. He didn't stop smiling the whole time he spoke. It was really unnerving. His teeth looked sharper than humans should be. I said, I'm sorry, that's against company policy. That wasn't a lie. It definitely was against company policy. But there was no way I'll let him into my truck. I don't need to go that far, said this dude, this small town a few miles away. Sorry, I'm not comfortable doing that, but good luck. I rolled the window up trifle, checking that my doors are locked. As an added measure, I looped the seat belts through the door handles and buckled them trick I learned from my trainer. Man turned and walk away, so Washington go, expecting to see him walking down the road. He didn't. He stepped over a small barbed wire fence that separated the mountainous terrain from the parking lot and walked off into the woods. I noticed something that didn't notice before when he was standing close to my truck. There were something wrong with how he walked. I couldn't place it, but it was like his legs bent in two places instead of just one. That made my stomach churn. I really didn't want to stay the rest of the night, but my clock was out, which mean I couldn't drive until I took a ten hour break, so I reluctantly bedded down for the night. The back of my truck, lacking windows, did a good job of help me feel safe. I was confident he wouldn't be able to open the doors even if they were unlocked. I was hoping the night would go on without incident. I was wrong. Quickly fell asleep despite the strange encounter only moments before. But something woke me up a while later. It was dark and silent into my cab. I lay there trying to figure out what woke me up. I strained my ears to listen, and I heard it, a gentle tapping noise, like nails on glass, and I still knew it was coming from up front, but I was too scared to move. I had a bad feeling it was that strange man from before. Why would he be tapping on my window. It's okay, I tried to tell myself. He can't get in. Doors are locked and secure. Good thing I did, because just a moment later, I heard a large, loud banging on the door. It was deafening. I couldn't believe the glass didn't crack under the pressure. It jolted me the highlert. I felt my heart racing in my chest. Didn't know what to do. I was in the middle of nowhere. I had no idea how long police would take to respond out here. All I had to defend myself with a small two inch long pocket knife, and I did not want to open my door. As I stood there, frozen with indecision, the wild knocking finally stopped, held my breath, unable to move until I knew whatever was out there was gone. Heard nothing for several moments that high pitched metal scraping sound from the same door as a banging, and then silence. Faintly heard footsteps in the gravel. It seemed to grow more and more distant until they ceased altogether. It took me several minutes to slow my heartbeat until I got the nerve to peek out for my curtains see if anything was out there. I saw nothing in the small gravel lot, which gave me some relief. I didn't really want to stay there for the rest of the night, but I had no choice. I checked my phone saw red one thirty two a m. I cursed the guy for waking me up and the moment myself as I went back to sleep. So I fell asleep, and luckily the rest of the night went by silently. The next morning, he woke up as the sun was rising. Comfort of daylight made me feel safe, even though the parking lot was still empty and I was still alone. When I stepped out of my truck, staring at the oddly shaped footprints of the pebbles. I looked at my door. On the side were three long, thin, evenly spaced scratch marks gouged into my door. They looked a first glance to be claw marks. The more I looked at him, the more they could only be claw marks. I got the hell out of there as fast as I could, and I try really hard never go through that area of Montana again. This experience freaked me out a lot. There are so many things wrong about the guy who talked to me. If he needed help? Why did he walk off into the woods, Why did his legs look like that? All very valid questions. Man, a truck driving is so creepy. What's up with near two am? That's when bad stuff happened to somebody said? You know, here's the thing I hear a couple different approaches to this truck driving. A lot of truck drivers actually prefer to drive at night because less traffic you could kind of travel more efficiently, quicker. Yeah, but it also depends why you're hauling and where you're taking it and what that place is out. Yeah, there's a lot of factors that go into it. But a lot of times the will established truckers Alione they're in trucks, so that's not the case with her. Doesn't seem like she's driving for a company, yeah, using their vehicles. So she had a very valid point, which you really can't there's probably policies against hitchhikers. There are a few points of this story that I feel like give it some validity. The techniques you use for putting the seat belt through the door handle the hold of shut pretty smart. I like that. Yeah. Well, I had a cousin who was a truck driver. You family has truck drivers. Oh yeah, yeah, So I had a cousin that was a truck driver for a period of time and he was told to do that when he was pulling off on the side of you know, someplace, sleeping for a night. And I remember hearing that when I was like twelve, fourteen years old, you know, somewhere around there. So it was a wild ago, but I remember that's part. The other thing is obviously the time clock. She mentions that she needed to to pull over and sleep for a certainmount of time, and that's a real thing that truck drivers have to do by law. Oh yeah, it's pretty it's it's much more enforced nowadays. Yeah, Yeah, so, like you know, these parts of the story are definitely true parts that may give it a little more gravitas, you know, like a little more realism. And I do believe something happened to her there, and this is not just like something she made up for the road. You know, whether or not it was somethay supernatural or this guy wasn't it you know, the freak that wanted to like carve with a knife or something into her door. Yeah, that's whatever, but still definitely scary. Yeah, it seemed like the person really wanted to creep her out. I don't know, like if that's a fullile effort to break in, but it's definitely a very they went very far to scare her, to actually damage your vehicle, scrape it. Obviously they were trying to scare it's tapping on the door and whatever else. But yeah, didn't seem like they And where was she parked at when this happened? At like a stop arrest stop in Montana? Yeah, so she's actually parked somewhere where you're supposed to be. We see truckers a lot of times they kind of park wherever. Yeah, so it's not like, hey, I parked in the middle on the on the shoulder of the exit ramp or something. Yeah, actually parked or rest stop which is made for which is made for that. So yeah, first's trolling, trolling her around on the rest stop. I guess what I'm saying. It's kind of it's it's pretty creepy. I'm sure it's Montana, so maybe it's pretty ral Maybe there weren't many vehicles there either, you know, I don't know. Yeah, the traffic was like that night. Yeah, it depends if you're near a capital where you're at exactly, it could be very few vehicles trucks excuse me, we're there, so which makes it easier for them to creep around her vehicle at night. Yeah, someone said, just pretend like you're asleep. I guess that's what she did. I don't know she did it first. Yeah, Yeah, anyway, can you imagine not so back in the day when I hear a lot of film members talk about truck driving, there wasn't cell phones, cbe radio stuff like that. So really it's much more difficult to react back then compared to now as far as calling somebody, et cetera. But in the moment, you still though there's a human instinct where I just need to be quiet, ye not be heard, and that is something that almost always the wrong thing to do. Yeah. Yeah, then again, I don't know, like screaming and stuff might not do he any well, but calling the cops or mine and then again they're not I don't know how quick they're going to be able to respond to. Some of these places are pretty rule you get north, and especially out west, it's much further get the bases. It makes our neck of the woods like a look like a metropolis. Yeah, it's crazy. The further east you get, you could go up the whole East coast and like a day easily. You can't just drive throughout the West in a day. Hey, I don't know. I can't imagine being just having all that time to yourself and your mind too. I'm sure it makes everything that much more creepy act crazier than them. Somebody said, what do you think about that strategy, Luke? I actually kind of like that strategy. Is that like the remember Mel Gibson when he did that in signs yes to get that clip? Maybe that's something we need. We need that clip, Yes we do, But don't they like pick up weapons or like a baseball bat or something, and they're like, we're gonna run around the house and meet each other in the back or whatever. Yeah, he's just yelling. He's just Mel Gibson, just yelling like I'm an I agree man out of my mind. Yeah, yeah, yelling crazy stuff. It works, it works. Yeah, whatever you gotta do to get those people out of you. You know, I don't know. That was awesome. So that's pretty uh scary though. You're on the road by yourself and you never know what's gonna happen. I hear so many crazy trucker stories. That is nothing compared to some of the crazy ones out there, but to her, probably the most terrifying thing. And it sounds like she has more story. Maybe she has more stories besides the couple you shared. She definitely has a more Can you imagine the shit you'd see though, Oh yeah, no kidding, Like I have a truck or friend that'll send me pictures of some of the people he sees. The arrest stops, I think you said one of other day, with this big, big old man wearing this huge night gown, Like you just never know as you travel throughout the world, what you're gonna see. And some of these people that are truck drivers are truck drivers for a reason, right, they might prefer that. Yeah, they might not be the most socially gifted person. Maybe they're doing that for a reason. So I can imagine it's much more weird if you're kind of socially awkward, then you have somebody trying to chat you up. They want to ride for you. Then they they don't listen to you when you say no. So Jeff Townsend media sees you good night, and the question is do I stay here? Will you be back? Ah? You gonna come back? Will you be back? Oh? You coming back.
