Truckers, what creepy things have happened to you while you were parking overnight somewhere.

Pulled over for a break on the way to Melbourne from Sydney at a truck stop.

No street lights or anything, pitch black.

No other trucks or cars at the stop.

I turn off my lights.

I switch the truck off, do the curtains, lock the truck from both sides,

jump into bed, set my alarm, and set my phone

above me in the compartment. I was rolling over from side to side for around five to ten minutes.

I couldn't get to sleep due to it being prime summertime temperatures, reaching around 30 degrees

at night. I'm looking up at the ceiling, mentally planning out the day ahead. Suddenly, the passenger

side door opens up slightly. Cabin lights turn on. What the frick. Now, the truck is a fairly

late model and in pristine condition, so there's no question about door being faulty or anything.

I just sat there for what felt like an eternity, expecting someone to come up and see me sitting

there with a solid rod in my hand we used for tightening belts.

No one came up, nor was there any noise at all, just quiet, eerie silence.

I grabbed my torch and jumped down, walked around the truck.

No other trucks were around, nor were there any cars.

It was just me and my fully loaded B-Double.

After around 5 to 10 minutes of getting screwed around with, I locked up and went to bed again.

Woke up the next morning, yawned, fixed myself up along with the bed, opened the curtains, and

FML, there's a cemetery next to the stop where I parked. Hunger and laziness

all escaped upon realization, grabbed the keys, screw putting my shoes on, screw putting pants on,

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