In late August of 1985, my parents, my sister and wife and I spent time vacationing in Florida on the Gulf Coast.

My wife and my older sister and I had driven down while my parents flew down together.

My wife and I wanted to spend some time with my in-laws and my sister didn't want to fly back home to Chicago with my parents.

Our vacation time was ending and we headed back to Chicago.

I was driving a 1985 Chrysler, New Yorker with 4,000 miles on it and the drive

home was comfortable and relaxing. It was 3 a.m. and my sister was asleep in the front passenger seat while my wife slept in the back

I was driving on I-65. It's a four-lane highway north of Indianapolis. I was in the right lane and there was little traffic, most of which were big rigs.

A big rig passed me on the left doing over 85 miles an hour and as it passed I could feel the air

pushing my car to the right I was doing about 70. Watching the truck

passing over the slope in the roadway ahead, the rear taillights disappeared.

I reached the top of the slope and I could see the truck in the distance, but it was pulling away from me.

I noticed the brake lights go on for a few seconds and then back off.

And again the brake lights came on,

they remained on for 15 seconds, as if it was slowing down for some reason and after that the

truck continued down the highway.

I came down the other side of the slope where the truck had put its brakes on and I noticed a shadow of something on the right shoulder of the road.

My thought was that it may be an abandoned vehicle that had mechanical problems. The night was calm and lit only by the

moonlight which did eliminate the darkness. Getting closer I realized that the shadow was not that of a small car.

I put my foot on the brake and I disengaged the cruise control causing my car to slow.

I put on my high beams and I still wasn't sure what I was seeing.

And I reached the cross to give my sister a rough shake to wake her,

and at this point I was yelling profanities.

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