Stranger at the Truck Stop

Before getting into this story, currently where I live, there have been posts on Facebook with people who have claimed to have been approached by people about “bibles” and “the word of god” and if they’re interested.

One women said she was approached by a female and asked about a bible, she declined and then was followed through 4 neighboring towns until she finally pulled into a police station where the car, full of guys, slowly drove past her, glaring. This was taking place about 15 minutes from where I live.

Turns out, its human trafficking, sex trafficking, the whole 9 yards.

With that being said, I’m a 20 year old female who has been doing late night shifts for the gas station I work at. Normally, I’d work mornings and never alone but we’re pretty short staffed and I am “one of the bosses” so I picked up these shifts until we hire some new bodies.

I get a lot of characters in there, drunk girls coming in asking if they can smoke my juul, teenagers yelling at me for not selling them games or swisher sweets with an ID present, you know, typical things you’d see at a gas station.

One night, my coworker came in and I was finishing up counting my drawer and about to take out trash so I could clock out and leave for the night. I forgot to mention, I’m 5’3, blonde and curvy and I do get hit on a lot. This guy came in the day before, I don’t think I’ve noticed him ever come in before but he neeeee help with the ATM we have inside (I believes he’s from Brazil or Cuba) he’s about 5’8, thick accent and covered in tattoos.

Back to my story, he comes in and comes up to the counter which yes, my store is 24 hours, and asks my coworker about a ridiculous about of weed, 42 grams or something. My coworker was confused and didn’t know what to say, so the guy looks at me and asks if I smoke.

I was like “hahaha what?”

My coworker “He’s probably going to ask you where he can get weed”

He’s staring at both of us and I was like “yeah haha I do” first red flag.

He walks out the front door and I finally finish putting coins into those coin dispenser and go over to all of the trashes and start bagging them up. As I am tying one of the trashes, he comes over to me.

Him “What time are you out?”

Me “Whenever I’m finished taking out trash”

Him “Meet me outside when you’re done, we can smoke and talk” second red flag

I stared at him and responded “Thank you but I need to get going home after work”

Him “You can spare me ten minutes, I’ll be outside”

This guy I’ve only ever seen once is telling me I can make time for him? I take out a round of trash and go back inside to clock out. I was thinking running out the emergency exit (my gas station only have one way in and one way out) but I was acting irrational.

I called my then boyfriend and told him what was happening and he started freaking out too. Neither of us had any idea what to do. I was walking towards the door and figured since I park my car directly in front of the doors, I could make a run for it. Take me all of 5 seconds to get from the door to the car.

I’m walking towards the door and he’s standing, outside, smoking a cigarette right next to my car.

My first thought “how did he even know what car is mine?” Now I’m in full panic mood. I tell my coworker and he’s sketched out too, so I waited inside longer and bagged up the little trashes we keep at the register so it would look like I was still busy.

I go outside and he starts walking the opposite direction towards his car and I RUN to mine, unlock it and lock it as soon as the door opens.

I look over and he’s motioning for me to get out, walking towards me with his hood popped and 3 other guys in the car. I’m terrified and I peeled out of there (I live 5 minutes from my work) and he started his car and pulled out behind me.

This moment I’m crying, I already lasted the police station so I took him down backroads I know (i outrun cops because of a bad headlight and my car smells like pot all the time) and finally lost him, I haven’t seen him since and I hope I do not. I’m trying to get back on a different shift or a shift that has more than one person working.

I wonder though, what if I got out and went towards his car, what if he caught me? What if…

Rural field

This story happened when I was around ten or eleven and my parents were divorced. My dad had a full six weeks with my younger brother and I for the summer and we were really excited to spend time with him. Naturally he still had to work for those whole six weeks but while he had us he also was letting my oldest sister and her roommate/friend stay with him during the summer until school started again and they headed off to college.

This way he had a couple of guaranteed babysitters while he worked very late nights at his job which was over an hour away. My brother and i loved it. Our sister was caring but laid-back and her friend was super nice and easy-going with us two little kids. It was a great summer.

Of course there was that one incident.

My dad lived in a very rural town in Indiana. When I say rural I mean very rural. It wasn’t the boonies or anything but it was very much in the middle of nowhere. If you try to drive to this town you will face nothing but miles and miles of fields and corn until you suddenly hit this town that appeared out of nowhere.

Don’t get me wrong I miss this town sometimes, it was were I went to school the first eight years of my life before the divorce and I have fond memories of the huge park and eating ice cream on the weekends as a Sunday Treat.

Yes by day this town was normal and fine but at night you would find yourself being very hesitant to go outdoors.

Back then there was no major crimes that happened at night and the worst that came from it was teen hooligans or the town’s infamous ‘Crazy Lady’ who scowled and flipped the bird at everyone but was otherwise harmless. Do you know that feeling you get when you see an area or setting at night that didn’t seem threatening at all during the day but now that it’s dark you’re having second thoughts? That was the feeling you got in the dead of night.

Now my sister was a likeable girl and she had made a few friends in town with other High School graduates. They had a couple of kids around the age of my brother and me so we could also be entertained as well. One night we were invited over to there house and my dad, who was at work, said it was okay. He was laid-back just like my sister.

Anyway, we gather in my sister’s old car and leave our middle of nowhere home to drive down an empty road at 9 at night and make out way over to the trailer park portion of the town that was absolutely surrounded by a huge grassy field.

My sister slows down to a 1 mph crawl and stops at a stop sign but doesn’t go even though we are the only ones there.

I love my sister and she has really matured in her later years but back then she was also a bit of a jerk. We were the younger siblings and how could she resist giving us a scare?

“That’s pretty creepy right?” She asks us in the backseat while we look out into the dark field. It was very creepy. Beyond the field was a thick wooded area with God-only-Knew what hiding it. I was young and scared of everything at the time and I still had nightmares of the boogeyman hiding in my closet.

“Yeah, makes me think of all those stories about freaks and creeps hiding in cornfields.” My sister’s friend said.

I honestly couldn’t tell if she was in on it or if she was genuinely freaked out as well. Despite her age she did act like a kid at times. My sister kept the car still while we all stared out, I don’t think she really thought there was anything in the field besides your usual collection of rural animals ranging from raccoons to deer.

Her friend was still talking nervously, “I remember this one story where a girl broke down next to a field like this and then some guy-” She did not get to finish her sentence.

To this day I am not entirely sure what I say. I’m 21 now and whenever i think about it my mind conjures up shadows and not a figure. However at that time I would have told you it was definitely a man-shaped figure that suddenly popped from the field and was running towards our car! My brother and I screamed, my sister’s friend screamed, my sister yelled in surprise and floored the gas pedal.

I’m still not sure if she really saw something to or was just shocked over our reaction to a bunch of shadows and nothing.

But I knew at the time, I just knew, that I had seen something. It had the distinct head, shoulder, and arm shapes and something did come towards our car! After we were well away from that field and arrived at the house we just exited the car and didn’t mention a word to anyone. We arrived at the friends house, played games, went bowling, and had a good night well until 12:45 in the morning.

I realize this story isn’t as scary or exciting as many other submissions on this site are but at the time, for an eleven year old, it was pretty creepy shocking to see something rush out at you from the darkness in the middle of nowhere.

I never did ask my sister if she was screwing around with us or if she really did notice something. I think I’ll ask her after I submit this story. If it turns out she was just scaring us for a laugh then I’ll laugh with her and pull a good-natured ‘yeah you really got me back then.’ If she truly wasn’t trying to go that far and drove away fast because she got spooked over whatever was in that field too….

Well I just hope that no one ever got to meet that man face-to-face.