Los Que Viven Muchos Traileros Por La Noche Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 My name is Marco and I' ve been a trailer driver for over 20 years. My arrival at the transport wasn' t something I' d planned ahead of time. In fact, one could say that it was chance that led me to become a trailer driver, a trade that, unknowingly, would define much of my life. It all started with a job I had in my youth at a small logistics company in my hometown. At that time, my work was mainly in the warehouse, organizing shipments and ensuring that everything was ready for shipment. It wasn' t a bad job, but it wasn ' t something I was passionate about either. However, it was there that I met Raúl, a freight carrier veteran who used to come to collect goods for long distances. Raúl was a man of few words, but in the hours we spent waiting for the load to be ready, he began to tell me the story of the road wave, the places he had seen and the people he had met over time. Those stories began to arouse in me a curiosity I didn' t know I had. The idea of traveling, of knowing new places became increasingly attractive. It was Raul who first suggested that he might try to be a trailerist. At first I took it for a joke, but the more I thought it made more sense. I didn' t have much ties at the time and the idea of a radical change in my life started to sound like just what I needed. When I finally made the

1:37 decision, Raul helped me get my first job as a driver. The first few years were tough. Learning to drive a trailer would not be easy and long hours on the road can be exhausting, but each trip was a new adventure and gradually I fell in love with life on the road. That' s how chance was. Along with a bit of curiosity and influence from someone who had already walked that road, it led me to become a trailer driver. My first trips as a trailer driver weren' t exactly a walk in the park. In fact, because of a mixture of hazing and the need to prove my worth, I was assigned some of Mexico' s most dangerous sections. One of those first trips was through the Sierra Madre Occidental, a route known for its dangerous cliffs. Not only was topography a challenge, but weather conditions could change dramatically in a matter of minutes, moving from a scorching sun to a fog so thick that you could barely see beyond the hood of your truck. In those ways, any mistake, however minimal, could have fatal consequences. I remember pushing the wheel so hard that my knuckles became white as I tried to keep the trailer in its lane, aware that on the other side of the security barrier there was nothing but emptiness. Another stage that marked those early years was the passage through areas known for their high organized crime activity. There were unwritten rules that I quickly had to learn. Do not

3:14 stop in certain places, do not make eye contact with certain vehicles and, above all, keep moving. These initial experiences in the most dangerous sections of Mexico shaped me as a driver. Twenty years later, here I am, I have traveled countless kilometers across Mexico and in this time I have come across situations that challenge all logic. Today I want to share with you some of those experiences, those that still make me question what we consider real. One Thursday night I set out to cross over with an urgent shipment. Despite the rush. Lack of sleep forced me to consider a rest stop. That night.

3:54 The cabin was packed, not only with the usual load but with addiction packages. Faced with this, I decided to rest in the driver' s seat, looking for a break, even if it were minimal, I found a place under an old tree. I tried to sleep, but a disturbing feeling of being watched invaded me. I looked around, but everything was quiet. At dawn, that feeling of a malicious look intensified. My eyes looked in the dark, but I saw nothing. The only company was the silence and noise of the wind. I was convinced that I wasn' t alone in tension, and when I looked at the clock it was three thirty- three in the morning. While I was settling one last glance at the tree, I was freezing the blood there bathed in moonlight VI, something that made me scream in terror. Between the branches of a tree was formed the silhouette of a man suspended by a rope, his eyes disorbited nailed to mine.

4:56 I jumped out of the trailer and ran to the nearest gas station about 200 meters away. My heart hit my chest hard, as the sight of the hanging man was displayed in my mind. When I arrived and broke into the store, agitated and babbling the present, from the customers to the dispatchers and the police, they watched me. A federal policeman approached to try to calm me down and, in between breaths, I told him the horror I had witnessed. My body trembled uncontrollably, accompanied by the police. I returned to the site of the event for a detailed inspection, although everything seemed to have returned to normal. The darkness offered no clues of the man he had seen hanging or of any other disturbing presence. The agents examined the area around the tree without finding any evidence of the appearance. There was only one lingering edour left in the rotten egg air. The investigation at the site only raised unanswered questions. The cops were talking in Itre about sceptical looks. One of them, the youngest, approached me to tell me that possibly fatigue and stress had played a bad turn to my senses. However, the smell of rotten egg was still there. They decided to leave him at night with the promise to return to the Dawn for a more thorough inspection. With daylight they suggested that I try to rest. The idea of closing my eyes terrified me. However,

6:29 exhaustion could have been more than fear and I finally fell asleep. It wasn' t long before the dream was interrupted by a subtle, almost imperceptible sound, as if someone gently scratches the glass from the window. My eyes opened suddenly and my heart began to beat hard. I got up cautiously and approached the window, striving to see something in the darkness that spread beyond the glass. At first, only blackness and reflection, but then something caught my attention. A gloomy figure barely perceptible, moved slowly among the trees on the other side of the road. The figure seemed to be looking directly at the window where I was. Although it was impossible to see his features or intentions terrified, but unable to deflect his gaze, I remained motionless watching the figure slowly fade into darkness, leaving behind the same rotten egg edour that was at the scene of the event. When the first rays of light finally came out, I felt calm. I' ve never been so relieved to see the day. About two years after that, when my wife Ana was pregnant, she was already about seven months old. So, I was worried about leaving alone at home, while I was supposed to carry out my responsibilities as a driver. So we thought until we found a solution, I' d take

7:59 her to her sister' s house so she' d stay until birth. Her sister lived in another State and, therefore, I had to take her with me on a journey whose route passed near the city where her sister lived. I don' t remember exactly what the burden was. At about 5 : 30 in the morning we saw a lonely silhouette in the distance. The sight of a woman in such dimness was unusual and captured our attention immediately. As we approached, we observed that his attire was simple and that the wind had entangled his hair. Despite the scant lighting, his face radiated serenity and held a basket full of bouquets of flowers restless by his presence at those hours I reduced the speed and by courtesy, I offered him a greeting from the window. She answered us with a smile and we stopped and moved by the concern, we offered her our help. Then we decided to take her to the city. Let' s put your flowers in the back of our vehicle, making sure the trip didn' t mistreat them. Once the bouquets were secured, she settled in with us and we resumed the road. Now illuminated by the first lights of the day, my wife sitting next to me was talking to the lady. Suddenly, my wife touched my arm pointing towards the copilot' s seat. Now empty. The woman who until a moment ago

9:31 shared with us, had disappeared without a trace. Confused, we stopped the truck to look for it. However, we find no sign of his presence. It was as if a heavy silence had vanished and filled the booth as we tried to understand what had happened. Looking for explanations in each other we only find more questions. We continued the path, but the shadow of the unexplainable was born with us. The journey continued in silence, broken only by the sound of the engine. Lost in our thoughts we tried to understand what happened to the woman who had disappeared upon reaching our destination. The atmosphere felt heavier than usual. We attribute change to our own uneasiness trying to understand what happened. While the workers unloaded the box. The store owner, an older man invited us for a coffee in his little office. There we shared our experience with the woman Mr The only thing he told us was that he had already heard the same story from some other people, since the workers had just unloaded the box. We left before I took my way back, diverted me a little bit so that my wife' s sister would pick her up.

10:52 I remember when we said goodbye, both my wife and I exchanged a weird look. We both had a bad feeling, but neither of us wanted to comment. In the span of those two months in which I continued to work while my son was born, some quite striking things occurred to me. For example, on one occasion that I had to leave a load to Puebla it was night, the road was practically empty. In a certain stretch a dense fog began to cover everything around me, severely limiting my visibility. The lights of the car barely pierced the thick fog and the sense of isolation became more and more intense. That' s when the fireballs began to appear. At first I thought my eyes were cheating on me as a result of tiredness and the stress of driving with such little visibility. But there they were floating on the sides of the road, moving slowly among the trees, illuminating the fog with a glow over natural that could not explain. The real terror began when, between the murmur of the engine and the gnashing of the leaves under the wheels of the car, I began to hear a laugh, a female laugh that seemed to come from nowhere and from everywhere. At the same time I looked, but the vision that caught my attention was not comforting. Between the

12:24 flames and the fog, I glimpsed the figure of a woman. It was not a clear vision, rather a silhouette distorted by heat and motion, but real enough for fear to take over me. The woman seemed to dance among the flames and her laughter intensified as I tried to get away in my despair and fear, I began to recite prayers, anything that came to mind, in the hope that the sound of my voice would calm me down or keep away whatever I was seeing. Surprisingly, the figures and sounds began to fade and the mist became clear enough that it could move on. I don' t know if it was really the prayers or if my mind exhausted by fear, just decided to ignore what my eyes saw. When I finally arrived at my destination, I was exhausted, not only physically, but emotionally. In my first experiences and the last trip I had several strange things happen to me, but in reality none was as shocking as to tell it here. But what happened to me on the last trip I made before my daughter was born is worth telling, especially because on that occasion I was not alone but I was carrying a friend. That means there was a witness besides me, and I didn' t figure it out. It was about midnight when my colleague Luis and I were on a road that was not very busy, the truck

13:54 was going one hundred and twenty kilometers per hour, and between talks about work and life, the journey was getting shorter. However, the normality of that night was interrupted in the most abrupt and unexpected way out of nowhere. A human figure appeared in front of us with barely seconds to react. I turned the wheel abruptly, managed to dodge the man, but losing control of the truck in the process. The vehicle got off the road, but fortunately, we managed to stop without suffering any serious damage. Even with my heart in my throat, I looked back looking for the person who almost caused a fatal accident. That' s when I saw him, a skull- headed man was on the side of the road right near our truck. For a moment I doubted my own sanity. I turned to Louis for confirmation of what my eyes saw, but he saw nothing out of the ordinary. He suggested that it was probably the nerves of the moment trying to rationalize the irrational. However, we were both blinded two when a macabre laugh broke the silence of the night. It wasn' t a human laugh, it was something that sounded twisted, something that didn' t belong in this world. I turned on the lights from the truck I tore off and we continued our journey. Eventually, laughter was no longer heard, although calm had returned, the tension and fear for what was lived remained with us for the rest of the journey.

15:26 Reflecting on what happened, I tried to find a logical explanation. Perhaps it was the product of tiredness or an optical illusion caused by the darkness of the night. However, deep down in my being I know that what we live that night challenged all logic. That laugh, that skull- headed man wasn ' t left alone on the road. Like I told you. That was the last trip before I took my vacation to be with my wife. During childbirth we had a child who was suffocating. When I arrived at my wife ' s sister' s house, the memory of macabre laughter and the skull - headed figure was still chasing me, even though during the day I was happy taking care of my daughter at bedtime. I had really very intimidating nightmares.

16:18 The reason we stayed for a while at my sister- in- law ' s house was not to move the baby down the road. At night. My dreams were filled with constant nightmares, reliving again and again the encounter on the road, but with an even darker and terrifying twist. The macabre laughter that Luis and I had heard turned into a deafening roar and the skull - headed figure chased me unabatedly. I woke up in sweat with my heart beating a thousand an hour just to realize that the atmosphere of the house had been charged with dense and oppressive energy. The problem with my nightmares was that they didn' t stay inside my head. It all began with small, almost imperceptible incidents At first, objects that seemed to move from place on their own doors that closed for no apparent reason and flashing lights without explanation. I tried to ignore it. However, these anomalies became more frequent and more intense until I could no longer ignore them. Dishes and glasses broke without anyone touching them and the air was filled with a cold in the middle of summer.

17:33 Sofia that until then had been a quiet baby. He began to weep heartlessly at night, as if he could feel the presence of something disturbing that we were just beginning to understand. Ana and her sister were worried without understanding what was happening. That' s when I decided to tell you about what happened. On that last trip before the holidays, I told them about the skull - headed man, the chilling laugh and since then something seemed to have stayed with me. The situation at Ana' s sister' s house became even more alarming when we began to notice that something bad was happening to our baby.

18:17 One night while trying to calm down in the face of one of her sudden cries, I noticed small bruises in her arms as if something or someone had held her tightly. Ana and I looked at each other with a mixture of fear and bewilderment There was no logical explanation for those bruises. Sofia was always in the presence of one of us. These physical signs were quite alarming and the idea that something might be hurting our daughter. It filled us with indescribable terror. The nights became a sophie ordeal. He woke up screaming his little face contracted in an expression of terror that no baby should know. Try bar let' s console her by rocking her in our arms, singing her lullabies, but nothing seemed to calm her down completely. Sometimes, while he was holding her, trying to reassure her, he could feel a cold and hostile presence around us, as if what had followed us from the road was now focusing his attention on sophia. The situation reached a critical point when one afternoon, as I entered his room, I found that man with skull head carrying sophia. That thing disappeared as soon as I came in and the baby fell on his crib. That night she got very sick. We had to go to the hospital urgently, but he died. The doctors didn' t have an explanation to offer us. He just died. My daughter' s

19:49 death was like an earthquake seeing her leave left a void that seemed insurmountable and the loss was so devastating that she left scars on mons hard to close. The pain took hold of my day to day, affecting not only my heart, but also the relationship with my wife. The sadness that enveloped us became a difficult obstacle to overcome. After losing our daughter, my wife made the decision to leave blaming me for the death of our daughter, as she said that whatever I had encountered during my last trip had caused Sofia’ s death.

20:30 So, no wife and no daughter, I went into my job. The trailer turned. My life didn' t rest a day so I wouldn ' t think. On one occasion, while driving in the lonely road, I met someone asking for a lift, I decided to help him. The guy was too quiet at first greeted me and told me that he would get off at the exit, that it was three kilometers away, that from there he would walk for his people. When we got to the exit, I stopped the obvious trailer without turning off the engine. I told the man we ' re here. What I was waiting for was for the guy to open the door and get off to get on with my route. As the man did not move, I repeated to him that we had already arrived. So, when the guy put his right hand on the lever to open the door, I noticed his hand was bone. He opened the door, but he turned to look at me and told me your daughter is cute. Then he got off and left. I was upset too much. Time goes on, years go on and I still can' t stop thinking about it. My head' s always spinning. Logic tells me that this man was the same one I saw in my nightmares, the same one I saw on the road, the same one I saw carrying my daughter the night she died. Story written and adapted by Ramma Miro contreras