It was a sweltering afternoon in July 2019 when I was hauling a load through the remote stretches of Texas. I had been on the road for hours, and my truck was due for a weigh-in at the nearest station, which was supposed to be just up ahead. My GPS indicated it was about 8 miles away, so I kept my eyes peeled for the signs.
As I drove, I noticed that the landscape was getting increasingly desolate. Nothing but open fields and the occasional windmill surrounded me. Finally, I spotted the weigh station in the distance, a small building that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Relieved, I pulled in, ready to get my truck weighed and take a break.
As I stepped out of the cab, I felt an odd chill in the air, despite the heat. The station looked worn down, almost abandoned, with faded signs and weeds creeping up the sides. I approached the building and noticed the door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open and called out.
“Hello? Is anyone here?”
Silence answered me. I walked inside, and the atmosphere felt thick, as if time had stood still. There were old scales and dusty paperwork scattered about, but no one in sight. I tried to shake off the unease, Suddenly heard a loud bang from outside. I rushed out to see what was happening, only to find the parking lot completely empty. My truck was the only vehicle there, and the weigh station was eerily quiet. I looked around, confused, and that’s when I noticed something strange.
The weigh station was no longer visible from the road. It felt like it had vanished! I turned back to where I thought it had been, but all I saw was endless fields stretching into the horizon. Panic set in, and I ran to my truck, desperately trying to get my bearings.
I jumped back into the cab and quickly restarted the engine. Just as I was about to pull out, I glanced in the rearview mirror, and there it was again—the weigh station, now fully intact as if nothing had happened. It looked just like it did when I first arrived, but my heart raced with confusion.
I hesitated for a moment, then sped away, eager to put as much distance between me and that place as possible. I didn’t stop until I reached the next town, where I shared my bizarre story with fellow drivers. They exchanged knowing glances, some laughing it off, but others nodded, suggesting they had heard similar tales about that stretch of highway.
To this day, I can’t explain what happened at that weigh station, but I’ll never forget the feeling of it disappearing right before my eyes. It was a strange reminder that the road holds many mysteries, some far more unsettling than others.