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When grief makes you desperate enough to listen to your dead mother's voicemail on repeat, you might notice things that don't add up. Like how she talked for ten minutes longer than she was alive.
I've been driving long-haul for twelve years, and I know every truck stop between here and Denver. But this receipt in my logbook is from a place that doesn't exist, for fuel I somehow bought at 2:47 AM on a stretch of I-70 where there's nothing but wheat fields.
When I inherited my grandfather's CB radio equipment, I discovered handwritten logs from 1987 that document something stalking truckers on a desolate stretch of I-40. The frequency is still active, and people are still reporting encounters.