In the middle of nowhere, along a deserted highway, a trucker discovers a child wandering in the dark.

What he experienced after that will haunt him forever.

Welcome back to the Camp Fire Task Force.

Pull up a log and settle in because it is 3 a.m. somewhere, which means it's time

for Red Web's scary stories. The series where I, Trevor Collins, share my favorite

terrifying tales from the internet with my fearful friend, Alfredo Diaz.

Um, terrifying, because I get this is a scary story, and it's probably going to go off the rails. But I always put myself in a realistic headspace. And if that were to happen, one, you don't know this person. It's a child, you'll know the child or the child's being chased. You can get wrapped up into something. And two, there's no way you're leaving the child. So you gotta get wrapped up into whatever is happening here.

Oh, right. That is just the most extreme end of the spectrum. It's like, oh, you lost. Yes, I'm lost and guide you back home. But yeah, you just don't know. Maybe I've watched too many post-apocalyptic movies. It could be bait. It could be getting set up for getting, you know, you're a carjacked or something. All amazing instincts. We'll see what pans out in this story,

but you're right. It's the perfect problem. Just a child in the dark is already eerie enough. Like, what are you doing out here, little Timmy? Mm-hmm. But let's find out. And Task Force, if you want to submit your stories or Unsolved Mysteries for the Red Web Podcast,

you can do so via the submission form at redwebpod.com.

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This is, what I saw is why I don't drive anymore.

This happened a few years back.

I was doing a long haul, mostly cross-country routes, the kind that take you through vast

stretches of nothing.

I was young, eager for the money, didn't mind the solitude, or so I thought.

The route I was on took me across a long, desolate stretch of highway that ran between

the borders of two large governmental territories.

Think big, empty spaces, lots of trees, not much else.

It was notorious among drivers for being a dead zone.

No signal, no town for hundreds of miles either side, and prone to weird weather.

I'd been driving for about ten hours. The only sounds were the

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