Long road trips or commutes can sometimes be therapeutic. Sometimes people head out on the road for a nice ride to clear their mind and engage in some deep mental thinking. Other times, these initial ideas get side tracked when something unexpected pops out on the road, whether that unexpected thing is an animal, a person, or another driver on the road. These poor drivers weren't ready for what they saw out on the streets, but thankfully they lived to tell their stories! Content has been edited for clarity.
"I was driving to work on a Saturday morning down the interstate. I was in the middle lane and I glanced in my side mirror and noticed a car catching up to me quickly. I looked over as it passed me and in the back of this coupe was a lady banging on the window screaming for help. I sped up to them and she noticed me and started screaming again. I got behind them and followed them and could see him reaching back and hitting her. I called 911 and as I was, he sped off.
As I was talking to dispatch, I caught up and he noticed me and realized I was following him. He moved over in front of me and came to a complete stop. At that point I didn't know if he had a weapon or what so I went around him and exited. Once he went past the overpass, I got back on and followed him but he eventually lost me as I couldn't keep up. Fortunately I was on with 911 the entire time and they had cops ready to pull him over. Eventually they got him to pull over and when I passed them, he was handcuffed on the ground and she was sitting there. Come to find out it was his ex and he abducted her and was taking her to who knows where. I followed them for around 30 miles weaving in and out of traffic and going 100 mph at times to keep up. Definitely creepy thinking of what he was maybe preparing to do to her.
Last I heard, she was refusing to testify against him. He had a history of domestic violence against her. Sad how these DV victims get stuck in the cycle."
"A meteor falling out of the sky. It was like 10:30 at night. In my peripheral vision, I thought maybe it was a single fire work because it was so bright. I looked up and saw a bright green ball shooting across the sky. I was overcome with fear for a split second and the thought flashed through my head: I hope I don't die right now from a warhead or a huge meteor strike. It fell across the horizon for what seemed like forever before it appeared to burn up. Turns out it landed a STATE away. No one got hurt but it was definitely copper because it was glowing bright green. The three cars ahead of me had all pulled over just as I did, which I didn't notice until I pulled back onto the road. It was seeing these other people witness what I just had that solidified what had happened for me. It was seen falling from the sky in the surrounding three states. This was in the Midwest. It landed in Minnesota."
"One early morning (about 6 am), I was driving with a friend on the highway in the twists and turns of a mountain valley. We were casually chatting in the car, nobody was on the highway at that time of day and even less on this part of the highway.
I took a quick peek in the rear view mirror and saw a car coming not fast, but FAAAAAST. I tell my friend to watch out for the incoming car because I thought they were coming way too fast and wasn't changing lanes to pass us over.
At the very last moment, my friend kind of swerved a little toward the right of the lane and the car behind us hard swerved toward the ditch. The car disappeared in the deep ditch and then reappeared, jumping about 4-5ft in the air toward the highway, at about 100km/h with the momentum. Like it was nothing, the driver sped up and we lost him ahead of us as he was going about 140km/h after the near-death accident.
We were absolutely shocked and couldn't say a word for like 2-3 minutes. We assumed the driver fell asleep and at the last second saw he was going to ram us and swerved toward the ditch. Shock probably made him speed up after the impact.
It was crazy surreal because there was nobody else for miles around even after that."
"One night, I was driving back home from work. It was about 1 in the morning. There was a semi in front of me. The day was clear but all of a sudden, a fog rolled in, which was completely normal for the area, but something seemed off about it. As I'm passing through the fog, instead of water droplets, blood droplets were coming on to my car. I had no idea what happened. Then fur and guts started raining on to my car. Apparently the semi in front of me hit a deer and I got caught in the aftermath of it. I drove home with bits and pieces of deer all over my car."
"I saw a dude jumping in front of vehicles on the highway a couple years ago. Cops were called but the dude ran away before they got there, they didn’t look too hard for him (I think he was hiding in the ditch?)
Well fast-forward a few hours later. It’s night-time. My friend is driving his family in to town for dinner and this crazy guy LEAPS out in front of him just as another car was coming in the opposite direction, dazzling my friend with the headlights so he didn’t see the guy slip out of the ditch.
Needless to say he hit him at 100km/h, smeared him all over the highway and my friend is suffering the worst PTSD to this day because of it.
It’s unsettling to think I saw the dude attempting to kill himself earlier that very day and barely anything was done to make an effort to catch him and get him some help. Allegedly, he lived on the road above the highway and had been drinking or something. I have no idea if he was having trouble or what, but what an awful, selfish way to go about ruining someone else's life on your way out like that."
"I grew up in New England. This was great for bugs, it’s like the best place to live if you don’t like giant, poisonous freaky bugs.
That being said - we get a lot of moths. I’d heard stories from people of seeing huge ones but never myself.
Two months into getting my license, I was driving and heard something flying around in the back seat. I’m thinking 'Holy cow! There’s a bird in here!'
Then I saw it.
A moth bigger than my hand! It landed on my dashboard. It’s legs were like fingers.
I screamed and remembered I was on the freaking highway and couldn’t lose control and kill myself or someone else.
Then it flew again, right into my face.
I screamed and tried opening the windows. My HAND CRANK windows on my piece of junk car with this monster flying around touching me while going 60mph trying not to die.
It eventually went out the window and I was fine. That took some serious self control."
"About 15 years ago, I was driving on a less traveled road that goes around the Hanford Nuclear Reservation in Central Washington. I started up a long, steep hill when I saw I was coming up quickly on some slow moving vehicle in my lane. It took my brain a while to process what it was: a small covered wagon (dog house sized) being pulled by at least a dozen Border Collies. The driver was a haggard looking man with a long scraggly beard. He kept looking straight ahead, like we weren’t even there. To add, this was in the middle of nowhere, with no towns or houses within at least 20 miles, probably more. Three of my friends were with me, so there were witnesses. Otherwise, I’m not sure anyone would’ve believed it."
"I was in high school. I was with two other friends driving out in the middle of nowhere, rural roads, like nothing but cornfields for miles at a time with a farmhouse every once in awhile. It was late at night, perfect for teenage kids to be out doing stuff they weren't supposed to be doing. All of a sudden, bright lights appeared a ways behind us, we were all thinking it's a sheriff's department car, and that we are totally done for. Within a couple of seconds, the lights are right on us, so bright that the entire inside of the car is so saturated with light that we can all clearly see each other's bewildered faces. As quickly as the light is upon us, it is gone, pitch black as it was merely seconds before. No sounds, no lights in the distance, just darkness. To this day, I have no idea what it was that happened, it was about 25 years ago and I can picture the moment so vividly in my head still. I still run into one of the guys I was with every once in awhile when I visit my home town and we always reminisce about it, while our wives laugh at our 'crazy stoner story.'"
"I drive a commercial vehicle. Typically, semi-trucks and I get along well. I don't drive an enormous truck but I know how hard it is for those guys so I usually give them a lot of space, help them change lanes by moving into the left to kind of block traffic so they can get over, etc.
The other day I'm driving and I'm passing a semi who's in the right lane. He's tailgating the pickup in front of him so bad that if he'd been any closer, he'd have been riding passenger. As I pass him, I can see he's goofing off on his phone, incredibly illegal for commercial drivers. As I'm passing him, he starts to drift into my lane, so I give him a little honk, nothing obnoxious, just to let him know 'hey, you're about to hit me.' He moves back into his lane, then immediately starts coming back into my lane, intentionally either trying to scare me or push me off the road. I drive an 8 tonne truck hauling hazmat, it's a pickup with a box on the back so my truck basically takes up the entire lane, there's very little space between him and I to begin with. I eventually get past him, and get over into the right lane. He passes me, probably going about 80, which is fast for a semi. He gets in front of me, cutting me off within about a foot, and slows down. Ok, cool, you're a loser, you got me back. Eventually the two lane turns into three, he drives off up the road as I slow down to just try to get away from him.
Eventually I catch up to him. I'm in the far right lane, and here he comes barreling up the middle lane. As he's passing me he whips his trailer into my lane, intentionally trying to hit me again. I jam on my brakes and just let him go.
All that because I honked at him when he came into my lane and almost hit me. I got his truck number and company name, pulled over and called them to file a complaint. They didn't seem too concerned, 'Well, what do you want me to do?'
He acted like he had to be careful what he was saying and I stopped him and was like look dude, I'm a commercial driver too, I'm not trying to sue you. Dude could've killed me, I just want you to talk to him. Again he didn't seem too concerned. I tried to call local DOT but they couldn't really do much, said if anything like that ever happens call 911."
"I was driving down a two lane road that runs through my little country town one winter morning at 5 am to get to a radio show I was hosting. I'm doing like 60 mph and all of a sudden I look to my left and see a pale face literally next to me against the glass (drivers side window). It wasn't pressed against my window, just right next to it. I was seriously spooked and thought I'd seen a ghost. I looked in the rearview and saw nothing but darkness.
I get to the radio station and couldn't stop thinking about what I'd seen. I decided to look up the local news and saw that a man had been hit by a truck at the same spot literally 2 or 3 minutes after I'd driven by. I quickly realized the face I saw was a man trying to kill himself by hurling himself across the road in front of my vehicle but didn't quite make it. I assume he had tried to jump across one lane in front of my car, missed by inches, and what I saw was a flash of his face. I couldn't tell details of what he looked like but an image I won't forget. Just a flash of a pale face. The next car driving the opposite direction got him. I called CHP and told them my story and asked them to tell the driver so he wouldn't feel as guilty knowing this guy had intentionally killed himself. The dude's truck was totaled and I have no idea if CHP ever relayed my story to the driver."
"I live in Colorado, so the roads can get pretty slick if you don't respect them. It was 6 am, I was heading out for school on the highway, and it had snowed a TON the night before. At about 4 am, the plows had come through, but it was still dark, so whatever they didn't get made the roads miserable. I was chugging along going about 30 in a 75, just taking my time like everybody else, when on the other side of the highway, I saw a terrible late 90s grey Honda just whipping by everybody. Obviously, physics kicked in, and this fool started sliding towards the guardrail, ricocheted off it like a pinball, then went tumbling into the ditch on the other side. Slow down on ice, kids."
"In rural East Texas, I was driving through some VERY thick fog on a backroad. Like, so thick I could only go about 25mph since I could barely see the road in front of me. An important part of this story is that I was driving an old pickup truck (without a lift).
After creeping forward down the road for a good while and being scared out of my mind, I got the feeling that I could see the outline of something up ahead, and I should slow down more and try to move to the side of the road. As I got closer, I could tell that the outline I saw was a dead hog (common for East Texas), but it was one of the biggest hogs I’ve seen. Easily 400 pounds (less common) AND THEN IT STARTED TO MOVE. It lurched to the side of the road a few times like it was being dragged by something. I thought, 'Wow, that’s a strong person. Should I help them move it so no one gets in a wreck?' But before I stopped my truck completely and got out, the thing that was moving this 400+ pound hog stood up.
I found myself at eye level with the largest dog I’ve ever seen in my life. This dog stood looking me directly in the eyes while I sat in the driver seat of an old Chevy truck. I’ve honestly never seen anything this big before and wasn’t sure if this was a farm dog or a werwolf. Not only was it shockingly tall, it had the mass and strength to drag a behemoth by itself. It had shaggy white fur so it reminded me of a Pyrenees, but it was easily one and a half times the height. It took us probably 15 seconds of shock (on both parts?) of staring before I said FORGET THIS and rocketed out of there.
After I got home (going 50 now) I thought about, 'Dang ,not only was that a monster, it was smart enough to move the hog off the road before eating it?'
I’m convinced to this day it was some East Texas Old God."
"Strangest: driving from San Antonio to Tucson in the late 90s. I’m on I-10 in deep West Texas and I pull off to take a leak and stretch my legs. I got a late start and it’s late afternoon. The wind is blowing fierce and I look around. There are no cars on the interstate in either direction to the horizon, and just gravel to be seen in all directions. Eerie. I get back in the truck, turn on the radio. Nothing. I hit scan. It sweeps around the dial in circles, not finding anything. Like the world ended and I’m the only one alive on the planet. No cars, people, radio, nothing but wind and rocks.
Scariest: driving north from Tucson to Phoenix many years later. I drove stations into a haboob, a massive dust storm. Visibility went from 'to the horizon' to 'less than the end of hood of the car' in ten feet. I had seen people drive into this dust ahead of me, but now had no idea what had happened to them. I slammed on the brakes and pulled to the shoulder immediately and waited. Eventually visibility cleared. Other cars were stopped ON THE INTERSTATE ahead of me."
"The most horrifying thing I saw on the road was also one of the (darkly) funniest.
My husband and I were driving across several states when he pointed out a 'Caution Deer' sign and said, 'Warn me if you see any flying deer!' It was near Christmas, kind of silly and cute.
A few hours later, after sunset, driving near Indianapolis, we get passed by a Miata going way over the speed limit. A deer practically dives into it and gets thrown way up into a utility pole. It hit the pole and started spinning while flying through the air.
The sight of that enormous animal hitting that pole, the sound of the crash, and all the blood was gruesome.
We drove in silence for a minute before my husband says, 'Told ya. You gotta watch out for those flying deer!'
I REALLY needed that laugh."