The white truck

This all happened just about a month ago, and it’s honestly one of the scariest moments of my life.

my mom, older twin sisters and I were driving from Florida to Washington on a road trip.

The previous year we had driven down to live there but decided that Florida just wasn’t for us. Anyways, due to some minor issues with moving, we had to hire this guy from some site, i forget which one. He said he’d move our stuff for free as long as we paid for the gas in both the moving truck and our own car, and food for him on the road. We agreed since this seemed like a great deal.

For the first two days, this guy was nice, but after that he stared to get more and more weird.

He kept overreacting about dumb things and even calling my mom names like a lying bitch and a whore, and that he was going to ruin her life like she ruined him, which made no sense since she hadn’t done anything. So while my mom was dealing with a psychopath driving our moving truck with my two sisters alongside him in the front, I was dealing with intense paranoia. Just so you know, I have agoraphobia and an anxiety so even being in a car outside scares the hell out of me.

Since day one, I had noticed a white truck following us. It appeared at random times throughout the day but I knew it was there. I’m not good with truck names or anything, so all I can say is it was your typical truck. Except, the license plate was just white with some random numbers. No state or anything. That scared me, since I had no clue if it was from Florida or what.

Anyways, nothing too major had happened but I was still keeping an eye out on this truck. After a few days my mom noticed it too, becoming paranoid with me. Around day 4 we had stopped at a fast food place because it was late and we were starving. Just so you know, I’m vegan so the only thing I could eat were the fries.

Anyways, I was waiting in the car with my dogs while my mom, sisters, and the crazy dude attempted to enjoy a meal.

That’s when I noticed the truck. It drove through, and I noted that the windows were tinted black. Yeah, it was around 10 PM but I could still tell. It slowed down right near us before pulling into a parking spot. No more than a few moments later, my dogs started to freak the hell out. I have a purebred American bulldog, and even though she is the sweetest dog ever, her bark is terrifying. So, I’m sitting in the passengers seat panicking, quickly locking all the doors when I see in the side mirror a tall man.

He was just outside the back door, attempting to open it, when he realised the size of my dog.

He quickly left me there, basically crying in the seat while my dogs still went mad. I’m thankful that we had rescued her just a few months earlier, because my other two dogs are small and definitely wouldn’t have scared him off. Thanks to her, I’m still here and not kidnapped or worse.

Werewolf?

It was a warm summer evening in mid July. I had just turned sixteen and gotten my  drivers license. We lived in the country and I loved going for drives through the woods. I thought it was relaxing, the silence, the solitude and the country music playing on the radio was all just a perfect way to spend an evening, in my opinion.

It had been a long day and so I decided to go for one of my drives. As I drove down an almost deserted road I noticed a disgusting smell, like wet dog but ten times worse. I figured it was just a dead raccoon on the side of the road or something, so I kept on my way. I came to a point where I decided to turn around and head back home to get some dinner and a cold coke. As I stopped to make a U turn I realized that disgusting smell was much stronger now than it was before and getting even stronger. So I figured I’d just floor it home to get away from the smell. But as I finished my U turn and started back I saw something odd.

A large black, splotch in the middle of the road. But, I just kept driving being the idiot that I am. I got close to the black thing and started to make my way around it. But then it moved. Curious, I stopped to take a closer look. To this day I still regret doing that.

The thing stood up, it was much taller than my truck… a good seven feet at least. Its yellow eyes looking down at me, its teeth glistening in the moonlight. It reached over and put its giant hand on top of my truck digging its claws into the roof. It leaned in and looked in the driver side window those red eyes staring directly into my soul.

Terrified I slammed on the gas pedal, my tires spun and spun. Finally my tires gained traction and I sped off going at least eighty. I looked back and… somehow… THIS THING WAS KEEPING UP WITH ME!! It chased me for a good two miles before diving off the road and disappearing into the woods.

I pulled into my driveway, got out of my truck and ran into the house. My parents asked me what was wrong as I collapsed on the floor gasping for breath. Almost eight years later, I still haven’t told them what happened that night, I haven’t told anyone until now. I just hope I never have to see that thing again.