The Mad Lady

by Buffalo Hair

One the east coast there is a rest area that truckers almost always drive by rather than stop regardless of how tired they are.

Though I never went to this place, I heard the tale many times. One rainy night a mother and her kids were traveling home when she decided to stop at the rest area to use the facilities. Since there was no lace to park, she stopped near the exit of the rest area.

She and her children walked to the restroom. After they were through they ran back to the car, since the rain turned into a down pour. They darted accrossed the exit ramp of the rest area towards their car. A trucker could not find a place to park eather. Driving through the rest area he began to excxelerate his big rig towards the exit ramp.

Through the dense rain his leadlights only caught only a glinps of the crossing family. The thudds of little bodies striking the rigs bumper was the only verification of what he thought he saw. They died instantly, never knowing what hit them. The mother and her childerns broken forms were all that remained of a once happy family.

Some say the driver of the truck went mad with sorrow, others say thr driver saw what he did and fleed the scene.

One thing remains consistant to the story though. When a big rig stops at this rest area, the driver would fall asleep. Than at some point the driver would be awakeeened by a shrill scream. Than the face of this mad mother would appear to him or her, eyes forever searching for the killer of her and her kids. The children were never seen only the mother.

In my travels accrossed the southwest I have noticed phantoms walking. In fact I noticed they were walking in the same location every time I drove down that same highway. Making note of their location, I would drive that route in the day time only to find a cross marking a place where a fatal accident occured. Some places were only marked by skid marks and markings by patrolmen.

Some spirits would ask for help, others would sob endlessly while a few would stare a blank stare and walk forever into the night. I always answered those that would call out for help. I would offer my medicine to help them on their journey.

Many have crossed over with my help while some would think I was a devil or something. I only make the link with thier ancestors, they do the rest.

Regardless of what some religious people would say, there are only two paths. One path is dark and scary the other is light, always take the Path of Light to continue your journey when you cross over.

Buffalo Hair