Hitchhiker

[blackeyes]

Night after night I run up and down the highways of northern Ontario. Every so often I'll come across a lone hitchhiker. Unless in distress we are not allowed to pick them up. Security risk. These guys(some times girls)are standing by the road near a motel or truckstop. Thumb out for the next ride. Places they were dropped off if the driver was changing highways or staying the night somewhere.

On occasion I'll come across something very odd. A lone hitchhiker out in the middle of no where. I mean 100 kms from the closest town, motel even. Did the person walk all the way from the last vestige of humanity? Was he left there by someone? Yet he needs not of assistance. Or is it something else. Is this a visitor from another realm? Could he have loved hitching so much that he continues the activity to this day. Even after death of the body?

Has anyone caught themselves double taking on a person? I mean questioning if someone was not what they appeared to be. Not of this planet even. Any stories to tell?

[VOguy]

That happened to me once on Route 200 in North Dakota between Carrington and the 52 cut off.

I saw them, passed them, pulled over, but when I turned around there was nobody. That area is flat as a pancake, with no place to hide near the road.

I have not a clue who/what that was.

[blackeyes]

That happened to me once on Route 200 in North Dakota between Carrington and the 52 cut off.

I saw them, passed them, pulled over, but when I turned around there was nobody. That area is flat as a pancake, with no place to hide near the road.

I have not a clue who/what that was.
That spooks the crap out of me. I wonder if stories are told of haunted highways. Hundreds of incidents of hitchhikers getting into a car only to disappear. Not wanting to disclose what they experienced for fear of retribution. Never to be told. Curious how many teens go missing each year? Never to be found. It's ironic in a way. The people that would be a safe bet to ride with are the ones most likely not to pick them up. :sad:

[VOguy]

That spooks the crap out of me. I wonder if stories are told of haunted highways.

Absolutely!! There are several that have come up in conversations with people that I've worked with in the EVP end.

Ironically, while talking to one of the investigators about some of our findings, a truck driver (drove for Schneider, the orange trucks), mentioned some highway in Michigan. I've always wanted to go up there for an investigation.

According to the driver, he was driving north up old US 223 to Blissfield MI about 10PM on Sunday night, and just before the curve to Ottawa Lake he passed a Roadway truck headed in the same direction that was on the side of the road. The driver was out looking at something under the truck, and the truck looked to be an older late 60s vintage.

After making the curve he slowed down and pulled into an old gas station, and went back to help the fellow, only to find the truck not there.

The truck didn't pass him, and there was no where to go, and even if the guy turned around, he would have had to back up clear to Beck or Clark Road (1/4 mile or more) just to swing the trailer around in the two lane. Not finding anyone, he turned around and continued to Adrian MI then up to Jackson to finish his route. He still couldn't figure out where the truck had gone.

The next week he happened to go through Adrian again and stopped at a local diner, where he struck up a conversation with a couple of other truckers while having breakfast. As he told his story, he was struck by the two guys looking at each other as if to say, "well, here's another one."

One of the other truckers then told him about a driver who was hauling a dedicated auto part route between Jackson and Toledo, and at that curve his brakes had failed and with the weight of the load he couldn't make the curve and wrecked, killed instantly.

Other truckers have reported seeing the truck near the town or on the side of the road, but the odd thing is that people in cars never have reported it. Only truckers have seen the ghost trucker, who apparently is seen just before the curve, checking his brake lines, or pumping his brakes (taillights flash).



Funny how some of these regional stories are told, and usually never recorded .... except in forums like this.

[Dera]

Eeeyowzzzaa! Now that is what I call a real "bump in the night" story!

[Mcnowhere]

These stories remind me of that old HBO series called the "Hitchhiker".

I have a friend who said that she was driving between here and the city which is 100 miles of nothing but trees and wilderness. About half way she saw this guy walking down the highway and he was dressed exactly like Jesus. Hair everything. He didn't even look at her. She was so intrigued that a half mile up the highway she turned around to come back to have another look as after all, he was in the middle of nowhere. He was gone! No other traffic had passed by in either direction and there were no roads going off the highway for miles in either direction of him. She is not a religious person. And no, she doesn't do drugs either!!

[blackeyes]

Absolutely!!
Most drivers work long hours. They say at that point between awake and asleep one can be witness to unusual occurrences. That's why I wonder sometimes if what I just saw was of this world or not.

[VOguy]

Most drivers work long hours. They say at that point between awake and asleep one can be witness to unusual occurrences. That's why I wonder sometimes if what I just saw was of this world or not.

Which makes me wonder if when we are fully awake, and digesting information from all sides, we are not aware of the other side.

Perhaps we need to relax and allow our mind to not to be cluttered with all the crap of daily life. Then we will see the other side more and more.

[loner]

Which makes me wonder if when we are fully awake, and digesting information from all sides, we are not aware of the other side.



I used to have the weirdest experiences on Highway 21 between Nacogdoches and San Augustine, weird being a better descriptive word than "odd" or "strange". You know, the sort of thing that makes you say to yourself "Damn, that was weird..."

[Dera]

I used to have the weirdest experiences on Highway 21 between Nacogdoches and San Augustine, weird being a better descriptive word than "odd" or "strange". You know, the sort of thing that makes you say to yourself "Damn, that was weird..."

Sounds interesting. Tell us about those weird experiences! Please :veryhappy

[loner]

Sounds interesting. Tell us about those weird experiences! Please :veryhappy

The reason I thought of it was the sleepy-thing. I rarely had morning experiences on 21 but had quite a few on the way back home. Missing time, even one made-up time, black-outs with missing time. I even had one time where I woke up over the steering wheel of my cab over Eagle having no memory of even getting on 21 or pulling over into a rest stop. And almost all of these things happened on bright sunshiny days.
Like I said, weird.

Image of a cabover Eagle, though I never drove for JB Hunt:

http://www.hankstruckpictures.com/pix/trucks/craig_wendt/2003/may30/jbht_ihc9800_1.jpg

13 speed.. oh, yeah... it would pull any damned thing you fancy up and down the road all day and night and the next day and night... etc. Hell of a truck.

[Dera]

Ooo! Scary stuff. I used to drive an LA freeway 25 mi. each way to work and back every day. I did pretty good in the a.m., but evenings I often had to look up at a sign to see where I was and had no memory of how I got there. I hope we are on a safe automatic pilot when we do that. I've even been known to drive past my off-ramp even though I knew the whole route like the back of my hand. Where are we at times like this? In another dimension? In a self-imposed unconscious hypnotic spell? Under the protection and guidance of a guardian angel? :eek:

[Grim Jim]

Here is a story I read in a book awhile back about the actor Telly Savalas. I found the story reprinted again on the internet and thought it would fit here:

No Rest for Harry
By
Bobette Bryan

© 2005 by Bobette Bryan


On February 27, 1957, Telly Savalas, the late actor who was popular for the Kojack television series in the 1970's had an unforgettable encounter with the supernatural. He was driving home from a cousin's house on Long Island and was halfway home when his engine began to sputter and then die. He'd ran out of gas and found himself stranded on a lonely roadside in the heavy rain.

There was a red neon sign in the distance. He got out of the car and hurried toward it. It was a diner. He went inside and asked where the nearest gas station was and a man gave him instructions to a garage that was a ways down the road.

Telly thanked the man and left. The rain had not let up, and the road ahead was dark and intimidating, but he had no choice to continue to the garage. He made it halfway down the street when he heard a car behind him. He slowed down as a sleek, black Cadillac pulled up alongside him with its headlights off.

The driver rolled the window down and yelled: "Can I give you a lift?"

Telly instantly felt wary. After all, it was the middle of the night, and why was this man driving with his headlights off? But there was a warm quality in the man's voice that urged Telly to accept the offer. Besides, there seemed to be no end to the chilling rain.

Telly got in the car.

"Where do you want to go?" the driver asked.

Telly briefly explained his situation and related the instructions that he'd gotten at the diner.

The man said nothing as he stepped on the gas and after they'd driven for a few minutes, anxiety gripped Telly anew. He regretted getting into the car. But he kept telling himself that the stranger, dressed in a black tuxedo, a white satin shirt and bowtie, dark hair slicked back and moustache neatly trimmed, looked perfectly respectable.

As the stranger drove, he made no attempt at conversation and Telly was glad. Still, curiosity got the better of him. Why was this man dressed so formally?"

"Where are you going, Sir?" Telly suddenly dared to ask.

Slowly, the man turned his head and for the first time, Telly noted how dark and expressionless his eyes were. "To the crossroads," the man said simply, "to meet my destiny."

'Great,' thought Telly, 'a nut!' But he just said, "Oh," again regretting that he'd accepted the ride. He was relieved when the garage came into view ahead.

As the car came to a halt, Telly thanked the man and reached into his pocket, wanting to offer him a couple of dollars for his trouble, but to his alarm he discovered that he'd left his wallet at his cousin's house. Nevertheless, he was determined to pay the stranger and so he asked for the man's name and address.

The man became very nervous. An uncomfortable moment of silence ensued, but he finally told Telly that his name was Harry Agannis. He wrote his address and phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to Telly. He also gave Telly a dollar bill. "Please take it for your gas," the stranger said.

Telly stuck the paper and dollar in his pocket and thanked the man again. Then he exited the car and found himself in the downpour. When he reached the shop's door, he turned to give the black Cadillac one last look, but the car was gone. He looked up and down the road, but there was no trace of it. It was as if it had vanished.

A few days later, Telly found the piece of paper in his pocket and decided to call Harry and find out if he could drop by and pay him.

A woman answered the phone. "Hello, this is Jan Agannis."

"Can I speak to Harry, please?"

Silence. Then the woman said in a broken voice, "Is this some kind of joke? Who are you?"

Baffled, Telly, nevertheless, tried to calm the woman, explaining that he'd met Harry, but she burst into tears.

"Is this the right number?" Telly demanded a few minutes later. "What's up?"

He was shocked when the woman said: "My husband has been dead for three years!"

"That's impossible. I saw him three days ago! Harry Agannis," he repeated. "He wrote his name on a piece of paper and..."

"Harry Agannis! That was my husband, and he'd dead!" she said and then she hung up.

Shocked but nevertheless determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, certain that there was some kind of mistake, Telly went to the address on the paper.

Mrs. Agannis answered the door and Telly introduced himself, even showing her his actor's union card. He'd just landed a role on the Twilight Zone series. The woman let him in, and he explained what had happened that night and showed her the piece of paper.

She held it in her trembling hands and then showed him some pictures of her husband.

He immediately recognized the neatly trimmed moustache and the slicked back hair. It was the same man who'd given Telly a lift on that rainy night.

"He died in February, 1954," Mrs. Agannis began as Telly continued to shuffle through the photos. "He had been returning home from a high school reunion at around 3 AM."

'The reason he'd been dressed in a tuxedo,' Telly thought.

"On the way home, the Cadillac was in a horrible crash at the crossroads."

'Only half a mile from the garage,' thought Telly.

"The Cadillac ran into a truck and burst into flames. The truck driver tried to free Harry form the burning wreckage but his legs were trapped. The trucker got a fire extinguisher from the truck, but it wouldn't work. Harry screamed as the flame rose around him. In shock, the trucker punched Harry in the face repeatedly so that he would be unconscious and not feel the pain. Seconds later, the car was engulfed in flames and became a virtual fireball, even burning the truck driver's face and arms."

Telly could only listen in shock. From that day on, he refused to travel along that road again. To his death in 1994, he was haunted by the memory of the night he'd gotten a lift from a ghost--even if the ghost had turned out to be a good Samaritan.

[VOguy]

Good story!!

[blackeyes]

Here is a story I read in a book awhile back about the actor Telly Savalas.
I remember reading this story somewhere. Good one.

[Dera]

Now, with the hair standing at attention on the back of my neck, I say thanks for the great story! :eek:

[blackeyes]

I was speaking to a driver over the CB this morning about haunted hitchhiker highways. The gist that I got was that ghosts are delusions of the insane or people smoke too much pot. I asked if he'd listened to C2C. What that crack head show? Then he said, "You're not stupid enough to listen to that show are you?"

The conversation ended quite quickly.:worried::no:

I have a ghost story but not from the highway. It was the summer of '89. Christine and I were living in Vancouver. The building was built in the 1950's. We lived in a bachelor apartment. We were watching a movie. I pause it unintentionally right on the blank spot between scenes. Right in front of Chris's eyes while I was in the kitchen a face of a Native Canadian slowly started to appear on the screen. When it was about half way there another face started appearing to the right. They both came into focus in black and white. The editing job I did below is very very close to what we saw. I started the movie again and even after trying several times we never saw the faces or for that matter any face again.

[Dera]

I was speaking to a driver over the CB this morning about haunted hitchhiker highways. The gist that I got was that ghosts are delusions of the insane or people smoke too much pot. I asked if he'd listened to C2C. What that crack head show? Then he said, "You're not stupid enough to listen to that show are you?"

The conversation ended quite quickly.:worried::no:

I have a ghost story but not from the highway. It was the summer of '89. Christine and I were living in Vancouver. The building was built in the 1950's. We lived in a bachelor apartment. We were watching a movie. I pause it unintentionally right on the blank spot between scenes. Right in front of Chris's eyes while I was in the kitchen a face of a Native Canadian slowly started to appear on the screen. When it was about half way there another face started appearing to the right. They both came into focus in black and white. The editing job I did below is very very close to what we saw. I started the movie again and even after trying several times we never saw the faces or for that matter any face again.

:eek: BE, that IS scary. Hope that never happens to me! :yikes:

I raised a brat--my very own son. He has always teased me about Art and the show. I'm immune now. The dum-dums just don't know what they are missing. I mean, where else could you learn that the moon was towed into place and submarines go from Walker Lake in Nevada underground to the Pacific, not to mention bottomless holes and aliens in the freezer? :biglaugh:

[Mcnowhere]

I remember reading this story somewhere. Good one.
I am sure I saw this story about Telly Savalas on Unsolved Mysteries hosted by Robert Stack.

[blackeyes]

:eek: BE, that IS scary. Hope that never happens to me! :yikes:

I raised a brat--my very own son. He has always teased me about Art and the show. I'm immune now. The dum-dums just don't know what they are missing. I mean, where else could you learn that the moon was towed into place and submarines go from Walker Lake in Nevada underground to the Pacific, not to mention bottomless holes and aliens in the freezer? :biglaugh:Don't forget Chemtrails. Every time I mention them to someone I get closer and closer to the funny farm. Well at least that's the look on their faces.:speechles