10+ Hours of Scary Stories to Help You Sleep, Relax, or Work (Compilation)
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What happens when the mysterious white van first appears on the mountain road?
I was 22 when this happened, and at the time I had that stupid confidence you get when you've been driving for a few years and nothing truly bad has happened to you yet. I wasn't reckless exactly, but I did things I probably wouldn't do now, like taking back roads at night because they shaved 20 minutes off a drive, or letting my phone get down to 10% because I figured I could charge it in the car, or assuming every weird thing had a normal explanation if I just kept my head. This happened in northern Idaho, late October, on a mountain road that cut between two towns. I'm not going to name the exact road because I still have family up there and because there are only so many routes that fit the description, but if you've ever driven through that part of the country after midnight, you know how empty it can feel.
The road climbs fast, twists around thick timber, drops into little valleys, and then climbs again. There are stretches with no houses, no streetlights, no gas stations, and no cell service. During the day it looks pretty, at night it feels cut off from the rest of the world. I had gone to see my older cousin, who lived about three hours from me. It wasn't supposed to be a late night. I had planned to leave around nine, but we ended up watching a fight, then eating, then talking in his garage because he had just bought a project truck and wanted to show me everything wrong with it. By the time I actually got in my car, it was almost midnight. My cousin told me to stay over, and I almost did, but I had work at 10 the next morning, and I was in that phase where I hated being away from my own bed.
I had a beat-up Honda Accord with a cracked bumper, one headlight that was a little dimmer than the other, and tires that were okay but not great. I had driven that route plenty of times though, so I wasn't worried. I had coffee from a gas station, a half-charged phone plugged into a cable that only worked if it sat at a certain angle, and a playlist downloaded because I knew the service would disappear in the pass. The first hour was normal. I drove through a couple small towns, passed a logging truck going the other way, saw maybe three other cars total, and then turned onto the mountain road. I remember thinking the weather was almost too quiet. No rain, no wind, just cold. The kind of cold where the windshield fogs at the edges and your hands feel stiff even with the heater on.
The road was dry, but there was frost in the ditches and on the shoulders. My headlights hit the tree trunks in pieces as I went around each bend. I was tired, but not falling asleep tired. More bored than anything. I had one hand on the wheel, one hand resting near the shifter, and I was doing that thing where I'd check the clock every few minutes and do the math on how much longer I had. About 25 minutes into the pass, I noticed headlights behind me. That wasn't weird by itself. People drive at night. Hunters leave early. Night shift workers come home late, and there are always locals who know the roads better than you and drive them too fast. At first, the vehicle was far back, just two lights appearing around a curve, disappearing behind trees, then showing up again.
I kept my speed steady, around 45, because the road had too many sharp bends to push it. After a few minutes, the lights got closer. Again, not strange. I figured it was someone who wanted to go faster, so I waited for a straight stretch where they could pass. There weren't many. This road had short passing lanes in a few spots, but most of it was double yellow with blind corners and steep drop-offs. When we finally hit a straight section, I moved a little to the right side of my lane and kept my speed the same, basically saying, go ahead. They didn't pass. They came right up behind me and stayed there. I remember feeling annoyed before I felt scared. They were so close that their headlights filled my whole rear window and bounced off my mirrors.
I couldn't see much besides glare. I tapped my brakes lightly, not slamming them, just enough to say back off.
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Chapters
8 chapters
1
What happens when the mysterious white van first appears on the mountain road?
0:22–26:16
2
What unfolds when the van blocks the road at the turnout and the driver tries to get out?
26:16–1:55:50
3
What happens when the mysterious case starts buzzing and the driver receives strange calls?
1:55:50–2:41:42
4
How does the story shift from the highway courier incident to the abandoned forest camp?
2:41:42–3:38:11
5
What happened when the mysterious carved mark was found at the campsite?
3:38:11–5:09:34
6
How did the delivery driver’s encounter with a suspicious car turn into a violent assault?
5:09:34–5:26:41
7
What happened during the delivery driver robbery and how did the investigation unfold?
5:26:41–6:34:11
8
What mysterious events did the narrator experience while camping in the wilderness?
6:34:11–10:26:38
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