Driving in the middle of the night opens the door to all kinds of scary highway stories, full of creepiness, weirdness, and horror. Whatever is hiding in the darkness is definitely not worth leaving your car.
Here are the most frightening creepy driving stories told by those who narrowly survived creepy encounters on the road, highway urban legends, or witnessed a real-life disturbing event. When you find yourself surrounded by mysterious blackness, make sure you lock your doors and not pay attention to that shadowy figure waving from the side of the road.
"Many years ago, I was on what is called a "meet and turn." This is where a driver that is domiciled out of one city will drive a load halfway to its destination, while a driver domiciled out of that destination will drive halfway with a load that is destined for my city. We meet in a parking lot, switch trailers, and drive back home. I had been on this run for a few months and found that I always got to the meet point about an hour before the other driver. It was a dark and empty dirt lot at about 3 am, so I would stretch out across the seat and take a short nap.
One night, about 10 minutes into my nap, I was awoken by a barking dog. I tried to ignore it, but it carried on for several minutes and got louder as the dog got closer. Soon, it became apparent that the dog was right outside of my truck barking at me. Okay, either this dog is Lassie and is trying to alert me to something, or else he is just a pain in the ass, and I will need to throw something at him to scare him off. It is important to note that the barking had been going on for a good 10 minutes at this point.
So, I sat up and looked out my window. Standing there, mere inches on the other side of the glass, was a man of about 35. He was a large fellow and was barking at me. His eyes were crazy, and he was frothing at the mouth a little - the scene really held my full attention for a moment. The sheer creepiness of this struck me.
Gently, and making an absolute minimum of sudden movements, I reach down and started my truck and slowly pulled away. He chased me, much like you might expect an angry dog to do, barking all the while.Needless to say, it played hell with my power naps from then on."
"My mom is a trucker; this is her story.
She was driving through Arizona when she saw what she thought was leaves blowing across the road in the distance. This puzzled her since there's mostly pine trees in northern Arizona. When she finally got to the "leaves," she realized that they were migrating tarantulas, thousands of them. There were so many of them that her truck was sliding on their guts, so she had to slow down.She stopped at the first truck stop and told her co-driver to fuel up (he was sleeping at the time) because she wasn't going to step foot outside after what she just saw. Her co-driver was pissed since it was technically his time off, and he thought she was crazy, until he saw the tarantula guts and legs caked in the inside wheel well of the truck."
"About four years ago, I was working as a counselor at a sleepaway camp in Northern New Hampshire.
One night, around 10ish, one of my coworkers/friends and I decided to make a Walmart run. On the way, we're driving down a backroad in the middle of nowhere when my friend slams on the brakes. In front of us is a f*cking monkey wearing a fez, doing a little dance. It then stops dancing and runs into the woods. We both looked at each other, unclear about what just happened, and exclaimed, "Was that a f*cking monkey?!"No one believes us, but we both know what we saw and simply can't explain where that monkey came from..."
"My brother and I were driving through Montana in the middle of the night and got held up near Bozeman because a semi had taken out a passenger van with six or seven people in it. We only have that estimation because we both sat mute while we watched parts being taken out of the van. It just so happened the accident was SECONDS old when we got to it.
A truck driving the opposite direction flashed us with alarming "SLOW DOWN NOW" frequency, and we did. The driver of the semi was physically fine, but the cops interviewing him parked on the shoulder next to us, and we could hear him as he wailed, sobbed, and apologized. We were watching the EMT crew pull a head attached to a neck and part of an arm while the driver started begging the cops for forgiveness.
We sat there for five hours. The cops explained to us (being close up and getting out to smoke after awhile) that it was in no way the semi driver's fault.It's on my top five things I would like to unremember - arms and legs all over the place."