Trucker Storyteller
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
I usually sleep in short stretches when I'm out, maybe an hour here and there.
Nothing deep.
I don't trust most places enough to let myself knock out completely.
I just started to relax, eyes still adjusting to the dark, when I heard this sound.
A whistle.
Thin and slow.
Off-key like someone trying to hum a tune they didn't quite remember.
It drifted in from the trees behind the car, not loud but sharp enough to make me freeze.
I flicked the mirror switch and scanned around, but the turnout behind me was nothing but black.
No headlights.
No movement.
Just the gravel and the line of trees.
About ten minutes passed.
I sat there the whole time, wide awake now, watching and listening.
Then I heard it.
Crunching gravel.
Slow footsteps coming from the rear passenger side.
Just a few steps.
Deliberate.
Like someone walking up to knock on the door.