Chills On The Highway
I am a long-haul trucker, accustomed to encountering a myriad of strange and spine-chilling experiences during my nocturnal journeys. On this particular night, I found myself navigating the desolate expanse of US 93 in the Nevada desert, en route to a delivery in Portland. The clock stubbornly ticked its way towards 1:30 AM, and I knew it was time to pull over and log my mandatory half-hour break.