Jumping Out Of My Skin
I think the worst creepy thing that ever happened to me was when I was heading from Arizona to Utah. This was a few years ago, and the main highway had been taken out in a flash flood. It was under construction, so I had to take a weird detour through the mountains in lower Utah. It was getting late and I was getting tired, so I pulled off onto the shoulder and went to sleep in my bunk.
Now, this was in the middle of nowhere. The closest town was like 40 miles away, so it is completely pitch black outside once I turn the lights off. Around 4 am, I wake up because I’m hearing something messing with my truck, like playing with the air and power cables between my cab and the trailer, which is literally 6 inches from where my head is at on the outside of the cab.
Then I feel something climb onto the landing that’s on the back of my truck. It shakes my whole truck, so I’m guessing something around 200 hundred pounds was climbing around back there, I’m thinking like a mountain lion or a bear. At this point, I’m wide awake and I want to get this thing away from me, so I slam my hand into my cab wall trying to scare whatever is out there. The response made me jump out of my skin.
I hear someone, a male, scream, and I hear them fall off the back of my truck. I then hear about 15 other people all around my truck yelling. I climb up front, turn on my lights…and illuminate a squad of Army Reserves doing their midnight march and capture drills. Turns out, these guys were supposed to go find an “abandoned” truck and “secure” it for their midnight drills.
That truck was three miles back down the road. They were not expecting me to be sleeping there, and thought I was part of the drill. I’m ex-military, so after explaining I was not part of their test and was just there out of coincidence, we laughed it off. They had to radio to their commanding officer and tell him not to have the other squads bother me.