Relatos De Conductores, Una Criatura Fuera Del Tráiler Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 Luces took a job transporting trucks for a few years. At the beginning of the two thousand I had a lot of deliveries where things got weird or just crazy. I had already made a delivery and now technically I was on my way home. This was about the midpoint of the journey. The weather was excellent. I felt good on that trip. It was well advanced in time. I made sure I didn' t rush or run out. I was very disappointed to get home after a long journey and be too exhausted. To enjoy it. It is always best to take time and maintain balance. Besides, I have a bit of a heart problem, so caffeine consumption is not an option for me. Most of my life has been totally natural, using whatever remedies I could find to maintain my energy. To get home, I had to cross a considerable number of rural stretches. That meant that he had to be very alert, as he had heard stories of fellows who were stranded in those stretches because due to the poor condition of the road, they were bursting some tires. At the bottom of those rural stretches, civilization is more than 120 kilometers away in any direction one goes. In addition, some of these rural sections do not see much traffic. That night everything was supposed to be simple. At first, that was how my journey through those rural stretches

1:41 was developing smoothly until on my left side at an impossible distance to calculate. I looked at some lights I' ve never seen before. As they walked that stretch in seconds, those lights went from measuring less than an inch to being larger than a van. But it wasn' t that the lights had grown, but they were coming in my direction at an impressive speed. My reaction was to slow down as fast as I could without causing a tip. The trailer was not yet fully stopped. When those lights crossed the road in a thousandth of a second, they passed too close to the trailer. I know that because I could feel the trailer wobbly. I think I was shocked for about five minutes. I didn' t understand what had just happened, as I reacted. I came down from the trailer to check the tires and everything was fine. I went up to the trailer to get out of the place, but the engine didn' t respond. I went back down to check the engine and took the surprise that the engine was completely charred, but it wasn' t hot. In fact, the smoke that released the engine was due, that it was very freezing, it was impossible, absurd, but it was what was happening. I called the company. I explained my situation to them, obviously not to mention the lights, and they told me

3:14 they would send someone, but that they would arrive until the first hour of the morning the next day. I' m not staying with anyone but to lock everything up and get ready to sleep. I don' t know if all the people who drive the trailer make sure the same way I do, but I hope so, because otherwise, I think they' re not doing it. Good. I' ll explain. What I do is lock the doors by tying them with the seat belt. That way they can' t be opened, because even if they have a rigged key, anyway, the door gets hooked on the seat belt. Doors can' t move. So, you can' t get in. They can break the glass, but that makes a lot of noise and, therefore, I would wake up and because I have a gun, because I would just shoot the idiots who tried to steal, because I got stuck, closed all the curtains and passed to the cabin in the back. My cabin was very simple. A bed, a small table attached to the wall and a top shelf to keep most of my belongings. It also had a small improvised power cell that it used to load a portable DVD player with lid that had both the player and a screen.

4:33 I put on a movie and lay down. I don' t know how long it was before I fell asleep. Suddenly something woke me up. I couldn' t identify what it was, but I knew something had shaken. The trailer was just straightening me out. When I heard a noise. The sound resembled the sound that is made when you have two radios together that are on the same frequency a squeaking inconvenient. I turned on the little light from the ceiling. At that time I heard another noise. That one' s flat out. I wouldn' t know how to describe it. There ' s nothing you at least think of as setting an example. As I listened to that noise, it gradually faded away. I was completely alert, with a gun in my hand ready to shoot anything I tried to get into the trailer, trying not to make the slightest possible noise. I went over to the front and then I noticed something weird. It looked like there was light outside, not like it was daylight. It wasn' t natural light, it was blue light. I had the side windows and the glass across the street, all covered with curtains, but still leaked some of that blue light. I couldn' t see what was lighting up my trailer. Then the door locks threw themselves out and the doors began to want to open.

6:01 In fact, if it weren' t for the reason they were stuck with seat belts, they would have opened up. I was already so scared that I forgot to hold a gun in my hands. Suddenly I shouted asking what a voice wanted from me. He answered it sounded strange, it wasn' t a person' s. He said I was confused, asked who that I was saying I didn' t recognize the voice and wanted to know what the voice wanted. Little by little it was starting to sound more human, though not completely. He informed me his name was Alberto and asked me to open the door for him. I noticed that they were trying to open both doors, indicating that there was more than one person outside. Then I screamed again saying that I didn' t know him and that he would stay away from my truck. At that time I remembered that I had the gun and quickly warned that I was armed and ready to fire if necessary. There was no answer anymore, but the doors were still forced. Then I fired three shots through the glass on the left door and three other shots through the glass on the right door. At that time the doors stopped moving and through Bala ' s holes I could see that, as I had thought, a powerful blue light was illuminating the trailer, as the light leaked through both doors.

7:26 I assumed the light should come from across the street. I couldn' t come from behind because I had a box. I moved the curtain a little bit over the glass across the street, but there was nothing there. At that point, the blue light went out. At the same time, a kind of very powerful buzz began to be heard, as if a cell phone was vibrating right next to my ear and what happened right after. No one believes me when I tell it, neither my family nor my co- workers, and much less the company believed me. The trailer and I started levitate. First the trailer took off the ground, raised maybe a meter and stopped.

8:13 Then gravity came back and both the trailer and I fell. The wheels on the right side of the trailer burst to impact due to the small rebound effect. Due to the fall, added to the fact that the only tires that bounced a little bit were just the ones on one side, the trailer flipped over. I didn' t leave the trailer until morning, when those who had sent the company arrived. You can' t tell the company about my situation either, because the radio didn' t work anymore. I had to tell everything because there was no logical way to explain that the trailer would have turned around while it was stopped and the engine was not running. Obviously, no one believed me, they didn' t fire me, because their logical reaction was to think that I had gotten two substances. And so I went clean on the medical exam, that' s what happened to me.

9:05 You can believe me or not scratches, when I was much younger, I was driving a big truck during the summer to earn some extra money. It turned out to be such a great job that my wife was also coming with me. But obviously, something happened once. Honestly, what I' m going to tell you was the scariest thing that ever happened to us on the road as well as off the road. Nothing compares to that night. We ' d had a routine trip. We carried the cargo from one place to another and in that other place they gave us another box to take to another place. We were going well over time, but a small complication caused us to start delaying on the road due to minor trailer failures. The flaws weren ' t long enough to stop us. The truck could go slower, but it could go on and that' s what we did. It was made at night long before we reached the point where it should reach the night and since we could not go to the speed we were used to, that made the trip tired, so we chose to look for a stop to stop to rest. We arrived at the truck stop and found that it was completely filled with semi- trailers and smaller trucks. Every space was also occupied. Even

10:37 the lane space was filled with people parked incorrectly. We made a turn through the parking lot and went back to the road in the hope that there would be a space large enough to accommodate us in the whereabouts of later. Fortunately, we were lucky, because there was a big stretch just off the road. The only thing we could see at the time was a wooden stand in the distance, as we parked, checked the cargo and made sure everything was in order. We put a couple of cones behind the trailer, just in case someone went fast. After that it was time to relax. We had a light dinner, played a card game and then snuggled up to get some sleep. At one point in the morning I woke up My wife was shaking me and screaming that something was wrong. I sat down and looked around, but I really couldn' t see anything. I could feel something. I was making the truck swing slightly from front to back. The truck and the trailer weigh tons. It takes a lot to shake a big truck. It felt like something big pushing the truck around. Suddenly a kind of sound began to be heard, coming from the outside like a buzz, like the wind, but I had this strange metallic echo at the time I grabbed my flashlight.

12:11 I didn' t want to remove the light blocker from the windows. I just pushed the divider and looked through the windshield. I couldn' t see any animals or bushes. I couldn' t see anything moving, just darkness. I turned on the flashlight and directed it through the windows, but I had to get closer to see more. Beyond the reflection of the glass there was nothing, just scattered earth, herbs and cactus. My wife asked from behind if there was anything outside and I said no, not even a cloud of dust, which the animals would definitely have lifted up because of all the fuss we really felt seemed like nothing was really going on outside. In the second I turned off the flashlight, the whole truck and the rail swinged too hard. My wife asked me if we should leave. I told him I probably just wanted to understand what the hell was going on. Maybe it sounds really stupid, but if I didn' t try to figure out what was going on, I' d have to have the doubt. Then, while the trailer was still rocking less than at first, a squeaking noise was heard that I could not identify. My wife did say it sounded exactly like claws scraping the box. When he told me that, I couldn' t help but imagine that some unnatural creature was out there trying to come in maybe

13:46 to eat us expose my wife to being devoured by a creature. I was way beyond my curiosity. I sat down and lit the trailer and lit all the lights I distinguished something that moved between the trees its po, which had to be what had previously been scraping the trailer box. It was obvious that it was something big, which would have made sense if we had never heard claws, because big animals. There are several, but large animals with claws. The truth is, I didn' t throw the long lights and I could see the thing more clearly. I couldn' t see all her features because she was behind a bunch of trees and branches. What was there had deer horns, her skin or her flesh. It seemed more like an old, cracked log. The biggest problem of all was that that thing was on two upright legs as if it were a person, a monster, a gual I have no idea. It was a huge thing with a human posture, but with no other human trait I could see its huge claws hanging at the end of its long arms. I sounded the claxson repeatedly until that creature turned around and walked away. I didn' t realize my wife was already sitting in front of the co- pilot' s place. She looked at everything as soon as the creature came out of our sight. I immediately reversed myself,

15:16 got on the road and got the hell out of here. From there we discussed for a while what we saw and whether it really was real. We had been doing these jobs on summer tours for a couple of years at the time and we had never had such a thing happen, as we had walked away about seventy kilometers and the scare had already gotten a little off. Tiredness really started to affect us. We needed to rest. We agreed we ' d stop at a gas station for a few hours. Anyway, gas stations are places where there are always people. Nothing unusual should happen in a place like this. Fortunately, we were able to sleep peacefully. Already in the morning, my wife and I left the trailer to go to the bathroom and rinse our faces already back we observed the trailer box was full of blows and huge scratches. The scratches were at a height that immediately ruled out the option that those scratches would have been caused by a feline. Those scratches had no logical explanation sect when I was in seconds of high school, my dad bought the car of his dreams. That year we decided to take a road trip to celebrate the purchase of that car. When the summer vacation arrives,

16:47 we pack and leave for a week. Only my father and I had a good idea of our destiny, as we had been planning informally for a few months. Our plan was to first go north, then west and finally go down the coastal road of Baja California. During the trip we listened to music and talked about the films that were to be released that year. My father and I went to the movies every week. Movies were always a topic of conversation. The stops were nice, too. I loved eating potatoes, fries, dried meat, soft drinks and hamburgers from the small restaurants that were at different points on the road. The trip was nowhere in particular. The plan was simply to walk the road and make stops in places that seemed interesting to us. Every time we stopped for lunch, we saw google maps to see what was the most interesting place that was less far away, and in those places that we visited we stayed a lot or little, depending on how far or how close there was a hotel, because my father never liked to drive at night every night we stayed in some hotel. One of those days we wanted to go to a place I' d rather reserve that place if we stayed too far away. At about eighteen hours, my father drove for hours and at five o' clock in the afternoon he took an exit leading to

18:21 a small isolated hotel in the middle of the stretch. That hotel was twenty minutes from the road in one direction and in the opposite direction was twenty minutes from a small rural village. We went to that little hotel, parked and went down to ask for a room. We went into the reception, asked for a room, and they gave us the key already inside the room. My father immediately locked the door and closed the curtains. I noticed him nervous. It was obvious that he had noticed something strange, but I didn' t want to ask anything about it. My father asked me if I was hungry and I said yes. He called reception and asked if they had a kitchen service or if they had food machines. They told him they had a small kitchen and told him what they could prepare. We asked for something and what we expected. I asked my father what was going on. My father told me not to worry, that everything was under control. Fifteen minutes later, they took us to dinner, turned on the TV and looked for a channel where there were good movies. We chose to watch a couple of horror movies. A few minutes after midnight we already paid for the TV and got ready to sleep. I think it was barely two o' clock in the morning when I got woken up by screams. When I straightened out I saw that my father was awake. He was putting on the tennis and he also

19:52 took his gun. Always carry one in case of an emergency in travel. Until then, or he never saw it used, he took off his insurance and kept it. It was obvious that I was thinking of going out. I asked him what he was going to do. He replied that something very strange was happening in the parking lot and that we should remain silent. He also told me to put on my tennis and in case the situation got dangerous, we' d have to run straight out into the car. I intended to move the curtains to see what was happening, but my father told me to stay away from the windows. We both stayed awake. Listening to all the scandal in the parking lot. Twenty minutes later, someone started knocking on the door. Whoever was on the other side of the door kept knocking and started screaming for help. We could hear voices approaching the room. Dad took his gun and went to the window. He took a look and didn' t like what he saw. The person who was knocking on the door had no clothes and was bleeding from multiple wounds. I got out of bed and went next to my dad and looked outside. There was a small crowd approaching from behind this guy. I thought it was criminals. My dad took a deep breath, unlocked the lock and opened the door at once He didn'

21:23 t let the guy in, he lifted the gun and pointed him straight to his forehead. My father, with a very loud tone of voice, shouted that it was what was happening at the time. The group of people stopped, said nothing and did not show any intention of withdrawing. My father, quietly, told the man that he had to go back to those people, but the man didn' t want to. He started crying and begged my father to help him. At that time, I really thought my father was going to help the man, but what happened was that he discovered a phase of my father' s that I had never met. My father, with a completely cold look and still pointing at the man with his free hand in a very fast movement, grabbed him by the head and crashed him into the edge of the door. The man fell to the ground stunned and my father put his gun away. Three people from that group of people approached the door.

22:23 Two of them picked up the man and took him away. The other one stood in front of my father and held his eyes for a few seconds. Before talking to him, turn on the TV and turn on the whole volume. Five o' clock in the morning. You can leave my father took a step back and locked the door locking everything in. He took control of the television, turned it on and turned it on. Then he lay down on his bed. I couldn' t believe what just happened. My father was watching TV as if nothing had happened, as he or she drank delivered to that man was anything. I intended to talk to him, but the TV volume was so high that it was not possible. What I did was I took a bath to be ready by 5: 00 in the morning.

23:15 Since it' s time, we left the hotel, got in the car and left. The first twenty minutes were silent. When we joined the road and my father wanted to turn on the radio, I turned it off and asked him for an explanation. My father tried to put an end to the conversation by telling me he did what he had to do, but obviously, I wasn' t going to accept that that was the end of the conversation. Feeling upset, I told him that he was responsible for what those people would have done to the man. My father was silent for about 20 seconds and then told me that these people were part of a sect. People wore no robes, no masks, nothing to identify them as a sect.

24:02 They were just people. But before I could say anything, my father told me that the three guys who approached him had the same tattoo in the same place, on the left arm. In addition, in the distance he could see that the others also had a tattoo on their left arm. From the distance, he couldn' t see it was exactly the same tattoo, but my father was sure it was. He told me that he realized that there was a sect meeting there, because the man at the reception had the same tattoo. But my father couldn' t say he didn' t always want to rent a room, because then he' d rat out. They' d know he' d noticed something weird. He also told me that if I hadn' t given them the man, if I had let him into the room, they, anyway, would have gone in and taken him away, but with the great delay that they would also have brought us two travel echoes. My name is Omar, a friend of the family, who had been a truck driver for years suggested that I try my luck in transporting goods.

25:19 At first I resisted the idea. I was not attracted to the loneliness of the road or the long periods away from home, but circumstances sometimes decide for one and with few options available, I decided to give it a chance and I have already been in this for more than thirty years and I have seen everything, but what I will never forget is the day I picked up a family with a rather particular situation. It happened one afternoon after delivering half a load in San José de Iturbide. Heading towards Toluca, it is a road that combines long straight sections with closed curves that force you to be alert. It' s not uncommon to find you. We find in repair or heavy traffic due to trucks and buses that travel daily. In addition, it is a route known for the winds that can make even the heavier trailer feel like it' s going to dump On this road, every kilometer can be different from the previous one. You need to know the vehicle you drive and how it responds to your orders, especially in those long descents that lead you to test the brakes. More than once there is no space for distractions.

26:33 That day, in particular, was a heavy day of work and the sun was burning high. As I passed a corner near an old place known to all the truck drivers in the region, I saw a car stopped by the roadside, a man made desperate signs to me. Next to him, a woman, a boy and a girl seemed confused and tired. It was well known among us the trailers that, even if it was day to stop could be the perfect bait for an assault. Four years earlier a day of so many, I saw a car stopped on the side of the road, a family seemed to need help without thinking about it, I stopped my trailer and came down to offer them assistance. But instead of gratitude, what I found was an ambush. As soon as I was at a vulnerable distance, two men came out of the car arms in hand pointing at me. Luckily, I was able to react in time and return to the trailer by starting before they could do anything else. That day, seeing a family again asking for help, my first instinct was to remember that assault. For a moment I thought of going my way, convinced that stopping me could put myself in danger again every fiber of my being I shouted that I would continue without stopping, that I would ignore his request. The risk that it was a trap was high and I would usually have gone on without thinking twice about something in the

28:07 desperate way the man pointed at me and the visible fatigue on the faces of the children touched something inside me. It was a hunch, an unexplained impulse that made me step on the brake and stop the truck. I wasn' t quite finished when the girl ran to the truck with relief and urgency on her face. She was the first to approach. I opened the door and helped her up. What struck me immediately was the coldness of his hands. Despite the scorching sun that should have warmed everything in his path, His hands were frozen as if he had touched snow. Shortly thereafter, the woman who was to be his mother approached with a more cautious step. I also helped her to climb up and by taking her hand the same unexplained cold feeling crossed me. Both quickly settled in the back seat, exchanging just a few glances and without uttering any words. Then the boy and the man approached the truck.

29:12 The boy, like his sister, ran and got into the truck almost without my help and also went to the back. The man, on the other hand, took his time and when he got to the truck, he climbed into the co- pilot' s seat. Unlike the girl and the woman I did not feel cold shaking her hand, the man told me that they were going to Tlacomulco, which were not far away. We agreed to leave them at the exit to the village. While driving the man and I engaged in a conversation we talked about the weather, the state of the road and, in particular, the mechanical failure that had left his car stranded.

29:52 According to him, it was a problem with the fuel pump, something that is not uncommon in those older models. There was a moment that left me thinking in the middle of our talk, as we passed through a stretch of the road adorned with great advertisements, one in particular showed a young girl in quite short summer clothes, promoting some brand of drinks. As he passed through the poster, the man made a comment on the girl' s appearance, something that would not normally have seemed strange to me if we had been alone, but with his wife and daughter sitting in the back, the comment seemed completely out of place. After a while of travel, we arrived at the exit of Atlacomulco, where the man and child were to get off. They expedited their departure, thanking me before closing the door with a final sound that seemed to seal the normality of the encounter. I instinctively turned back to address the woman and the girl to tell them that their turn had come down, but I found the back seats empty. My mind couldn' t process what my eyes saw. I jumped out of the truck and ran towards the man, who was already starting to walk away with the boy. I yelled at him to wait. The man stopped and turned to me with an expression of confusion and asked where his wife and daughter were. His gaze became more confused,

31:23 almost irritated. I don' t understand your question. I replied by describing the woman and the girl how she had helped them get into the trailer first, how I felt the unusual cold of her hands. His face gradually transformed from annoyance to pale disbelief. He told me he wasn' t laughing what I was telling him and told me that his wife and daughter had died a year ago. I tried to insist that I was sure I had seen them get in the truck, that I had even felt the unusual cold of their hands. But he interrupted his painful voice and began to relate what had happened that tragic day. He told me that they had had an intense discussion.

32:12 One morning a year earlier, according to his account in the heat of the argument, his wife decided to take the girl and leave the house abruptly. While he was trying to calm the child he had decided to stay, his wife and daughter got in the car and left. His wife was furious on the road there was the fatal accident. The man told me that neither his wife nor daughter wore their seat belt, which cost them their lives. The revelation left me speechless. After hearing the man' s heartbreaking story, I was dumb. I knew you were telling me the truth. The pain in his voice was too deep to be faked. This did not change the fact that I had seen with my own eyes, as the woman and the girl sat in the back of the trailer and that I myself had helped them up. My mind was in confusion. After a few moments that seemed eternal, I managed to murmur a few words of condolences to the man who received with a head gesture before slowly walking away with the child. I returned to my trailer as I resumed my journey. Thoughts kept hovering in my head as the landscape paraded before me. A detail returned over and over again to my mind. The unusual cold of the girl' s and the woman' s hands when I helped them get into the vehicle. At that time it had

33:44 not given it greater importance, but now, after knowing the tragic truth, that cold made sense. They were already dead stories written and adapted by Ramiro, contreras one