Hi, this is Wayne again with a topic “Midnight at the Abandoned Ambulance: Unseen Footage”.
Welcome to chop Busters your One-Stop destination for spying, chilling, horror, tales and Eerie Adventures prepare to delve into the darkest corners of the unknown, where every story is designed to keep you on the edge of your seat, ready to face your fears. Let’S get started Story number one. I was delivering a truckload to a company on the Far West Coast coming from the East Coast. The rout across the country is one I’ve taken many times before being a truck driver for almost 20 years.
It’S always the same. Every time I make one of these drives same roads, same truck, stops and same everything over these 20 years, though, I’ve never really had anything crazy happen. I’Ve had a few odd scenarios, but they’d never amounted to anything. So when I was driving this route again, I had no worries. In my mind, mind.
It was just another day on the job about 20 hours into the route a storm started coming over and slowing down my driving. It was late too so by then. I was already looking for the next truck stop to sleep at as I drove, though a very sudden light appeared behind me. The road I was on was flat and straight so I would have seen them coming in my mirror, but it was all of a sudden that they were right behind me.
Maybe they had just turned on their lights or something I didn’t didn’t know, but they very quickly came right up to the back. I kept my eyes on them until they got so close that they were completely covered by the trailer. All I could see were their headlights reflecting off the back, but then their lights shut off.
I maintained my speed and kept looking back at my mirrors, trying to see if they were still behind me, but I had no way to know for someone to turn off their lights in the middle of a heavy storm was insane, though, and to be tailing behind Me so close was just as insane same. Thankfully, a sign showed a truck. Stop was only 5 mil ahead, so at least I knew I was close to getting away from whatever this was.
I didn’t want to jump to conclusions based on just some weird Behavior, but as a trucker, it’s hard not to think about the possibility of it being an attempted robbery, especially when alone on the road at night. For the rest of the five miles, I saw no signs of them behind me. I was still on edge because I couldn’t really see anything anyway, but I started feeling feeling less worried as I was coming in on the truck stop, I pulled in trying to check my mirrors to see if they followed, but with the rain and lack of lighting.
It was really too hard to tell the truck. Stop was mostly empty, though, aside from a few trucks at the gas pumps, I pulled off to the side and parked in the middle of the lot. After waiting a minute and getting some of my stuff organized, I opened the truck door and leaned my head out.
Looking along the side of the trailer, I was drenched from the rain in just a matter of seconds, but from what I could tell there was no car behind me. I closed the door and finally felt a bit of relief grabbing my pillow and blanket from the passenger side. I locked the doors, turned off the truck and tried to get some shut ey the rain pounding on the metal roof made it easy to fall asleep blocking out any possible sounds coming from other trucks pulling in and out. When I woke up, though I felt I had only been asleep for a few minutes, I looked around seeing it was still dark out, and the storm was the same if not worse, but before I could check my mirrors. A loud thump shook the truck my eyes opened wider, I reached for the door, handle and opened it looking out at the back of the trailer through the rain, I could barely see the outline of a car with its headlights off and two men moving around in Front of it terrified I hesitated to step out and confront them and, as I sat there in that moment of hesitation, the door suddenly slammed against my body shoving me back further into the driver’s seat. Another man stood outside yelling at me to stay.
Where I was then slamming the door again, his right hand was shoved in his hoodie and with two other men behind the truck. I was in no position to try anything. I could feel the truck Shake as I just sat in place with the guy outside my door, watching my every move. He didn’t even look away for a second.
This went on for a few minutes. Then they ran back to to their car and drove off. I was still in shock watching their car disappear onto the road. I called the police and put in a report, but no information ever came up on who the men were. All I know is that if I had been any less aware and had just tried to drive off at first sight of the men, I probably wouldn’t have been able to make it out as safely as I did.
It Story number two. I used to work for an ambulance company that had a notorious reputation for one of its ambulan is rig 12. Among the MS Tales of strange occurrences and Eerie encounters circulated frequently, but I was always skeptical of such paranormal claims.
That is until my own experience with rig 12 shattered my disbelief one night, my partner and I were on duty in a remote rural community. It was a typical night shift at 3:00 a.m. the kind where the darkness feels almost tangible and silence blankets, everything we parked in an empty lot, surrounded by dense Woods, the kind of place where even the Moonlight struggles to penetrate both of us were exhausted. Fighting to stay awake, I was in the driver’s seat and she was in the passengers.
The only sounds were the gentle hum of the engine and our slow rhythmic breathing as we drifted in and out of light sleep. Suddenly I was pulled from my drowsiness by the sound of a muffled voice. It was faint almost like a whisper carried on the wind in my groggy state date. I assumed my partner was talking and mumbled something about trying to sleep, but the voice came again clearer. This time a man’s voice, trembling and desperate, saying, oh, my God, am I dying. This was followed by a few seconds of agonized heavy breathing.
A chill ran down my spine as my partner, and I snapped upright we exchanged alarmed, looks our eyes wide with fear and then turned to face the patient compartment behind us, where the voice had seemed to originate for what felt like an eternity. The ambulance was eerily silent, the kind of Silence that presses in on you amplifying your heartbeat in your ears. Just as I started to question my sanity, the silence was shattered by the unmistakable click of an oxygen bottle regulator, followed by a hissing sound as if gas was leaking into the confined space Panic surged through us, I flicked on the interior lights, flooding the ambulance with Harsh artificial brightness we stumbled out of the rig our movements, clumsy with fear my heart pounded as I circled to the back, convinced that a transient or Worse had somehow slipped inside. While we were asleep, we flung open the rear doors.
Our flashlights piercing the Dark Void within the patient compartment was empty. The gurnie Stark and unoccupied the oxygen bottles stood untouched, their valves securely closed, yet the Eerie oppressive feeling lingered wrapping around us like a cold unseen hand, desperation drove me to check every corner of the ambulance, but there was no sign of anyone ever having been there. My partner equally unnerved muttered, about the tales she’d heard how rig 12 was once involved in a tragic accident, the kind that leaves a scar on more than just metal and glass. They said the spirit of a man who died in that crash, sometimes lingers reliving.
His final frantic moments: we didn’t sleep for the rest of our shift too rattled by what we had experienced every Creek of the rig and rustle of the trees outside sent jolts of fear through us. The next morning we reported the incident, but our supervisor just nodded with a knowing look rig 12 had claimed another pair of witnesses to its haunted Legacy from that night. On whenever I drove rig 12, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unseen eyes watching from the Shadows. A silent presence that made the air feel heavier. It was as if the ambulance itself carried the weight of its tragic past and those who rode in it could never fully Escape The Echoes of its haunted history.
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