A Nightmare on the Road to Halloween

It was October 27th when Dominic and Seth loaded up the two 26-foot trucks in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. The air was crisp, the sky overcast, but the work was steady, and everything was going smoothly. The plan was to head to Colorado Springs and unload, but they had no idea that the next few days would turn into a relentless nightmare—a road trip that would blur the line between the real and the supernatural.

The Road Less Traveled

October 29th arrived, and despite the chill in the air, the mood was upbeat. Maps had already warned of some road closures and a snowstorm on the horizon, but the route seemed clear enough. The two trucks roared down the highway, the open road stretching ahead of them.

That is, until the snow began to fall.

At 12:30 a.m. on October 30th, the first flurry hit. By the time they reached the desolate stretch of road in Wyoming, visibility was almost zero. The night seemed to stretch on forever, the only sound the constant hum of the engine and the eerie silence outside. No cell service. No other cars. Just them, and the darkness.

The storm intensified, and every mile felt heavier than the last. The tires crunched through the icy road, and soon, Seth’s nerves were on edge. Without warning, a deer appeared, leaping from the trees into the path of the truck. Seth slammed on the brakes, but the collision was inevitable. The force threw them off balance for a moment, the crunch of metal against bone reverberating in their ears.

"Are you okay?" Dominic asked, voice tight, his hand gripping the dashboard as he turned to Seth.

"Yeah. Just shook up." Seth’s breath was quick, but he didn’t sound like he was lying.

They pulled over to check the damage—a ruined grill, shattered lights, and a dented bumper. But no time to waste. The storm wasn't waiting, and neither were they. The miles dragged on, but it felt as if they were going nowhere.

Stranded and Lost

By 3:00 a.m., they found themselves in a small, nearly forgotten town. It felt like the kind of place that should’ve been deserted. They grabbed a quick rest, but sleep was elusive—the storm howling outside, the sound of the wind mixing with the occasional howl of something not quite human.

The next morning, things didn’t get any better. The storm was worse than they’d anticipated, and the map rerouted them once again—this time through oil fields. The mud was thick and sluggish, clinging to the tires like it was trying to pull them into the earth. They slid, they fought to regain control, but no matter how hard they tried, the maps kept guiding them in the wrong direction.

Finally, after hours of frustration and confusion, they found themselves back in the same little town they’d woken up in—only now, they were four hours further behind.

"Maybe it’s a sign to turn back," Seth said, frustration and fatigue creeping into his voice.

But Dominic was determined. “We keep going. We have to.”

The Road to Colorado Springs

After hours of battling through the storm, they finally made it to Denver at 9:30 p.m. on October 30th—two days late and completely drained. But as they pulled into the city, something strange happened. The storm had broken. The sky was clear, the air calm, and there was a peace about the place that felt almost... unnatural.

They rested, but sleep was restless. When they awoke the next day, the world was golden—sunshine bathing the city in warmth. They drove towards Colorado Springs to unload the trucks, and when they finally finished the job, they couldn’t help but feel a small sense of victory. After all they'd been through, they’d made it.

But even as they left the site, it was as if the journey wasn’t quite over.

The Final Stretch

Around dusk, Dominic and Seth began to head back to their hotel. The weight of the day pressed on their shoulders, but the beauty of the sunset over the mountains seemed to offer a moment of respite. It was Halloween now. A night to finally relax, and they’d earned it.

Yet, something didn’t feel right. A strange, quiet tension lingered, as if the world was holding its breath. The night was still. The only sounds were the distant call of the wind and the crunch of their boots against the rocky path beneath them. They took a quick hike around Garden of the Gods, but every shadow seemed to stretch longer than it should, every gust of wind a little too cold.

As they made their way back to Denver, preparing for their flight home, they both felt a shift—a reminder that they had survived something beyond the ordinary. It wasn’t just a road trip. It was a journey through something darker, something much harder to shake.

Dominic stared out the window as their flight lifted into the sky. Coeur d'Alene felt a million miles away now. But it was Halloween, after all. The veil between worlds was thin. And maybe, just maybe, the nightmares that had plagued them through Wyoming hadn’t been storms at all.